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(Stories and novels) القصص والروايات
الرواية هي سرد نثري طويل يصف شخصيات خيالية أو واقعية وأحداثاً على شكل قصة متسلسلة، كما أنها أكبر الأجناس القصصية من حيث الحجم وتعدد الشخصيات وتنوع الأحداث، وقد ظهرت في أوروبا بوصفها جنساً أدبياً مؤثراً في القرن الثامن عشر، والرواية حكاية تعتمد السرد بما فيه من وصف وحوار وصراع بين الشخصيات وما ينطوي عليه ذلك من تأزم وجدل وتغذيه الأحداث
A novel is a relatively long work of narrative fiction, normally written in prose form, and which is typically published as a book. The present English word for a long work of prose fiction derives from the Italian novella for "new", "news", or "short story of something new", itself from the Latin novella, a singular noun use of the neuter plural of novellus, diminutive of novus, meaning "new". Walter Scott made a distinction between the novel, in which (as he saw it) "events are accommodated to the ordinary train of human events and the modern state of society" and the romance, which he defined as "a fictitious narrative in prose or verse; the interest of which turns upon marvellous and uncommon incidents". However, many such romances, including the historical romances of Scott, Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights and Herman Melville's Moby-Dick, are also frequently called novels, and Scott describes romance as a "kindred term". This sort of romance is in turn different from the genre fiction love romance or romance novel
A short story is a piece of prose fiction that typically can be read in one sitting and focuses on a self-contained incident or series of linked incidents, with the intent of evoking a "single effect" or mood.

A dictionary definition is "an invented prose narrative shorter than a novel usually dealing with a few characters and aiming at unity of effect and often concentrating on the creation of mood rather than plot."

The short story is a crafted form in its own right. Short stories make use of plot, resonance, and other dynamic components as in a novel, but typically to a lesser degree. While the short story is largely distinct from the novel or novella (a shorter novel), authors generally draw from a common pool of literary techniques.

Looking for Alaska    

FLORIDA WAS PLENTY HOT, certainly, and humid, too. Hot enough that
your clothes stuck to you like Scotch tape, and sweat dripped like tears from
your forehead into your eyes. But it was only hot outside, and generally I only
went outside to walk from one air-conditioned location to another.
This did not prepare me for the unique sort of heat that one encounters
fifteen miles south of Birmingham, Alabama, at Culver Creek Preparatory
School. My parents’ SUV was parked in the grass just a few feet outside my
dorm room, Room 43. But each time I took those few steps to and from the
car to unload what now seemed like far too much stuff, the sun burned
through my clothes and into my skin with a vicious ferocity that made me
genuinely fear hellfire.
Between Mom and Dad and me, it only took a few minutes to unload the
car, but my unair-conditioned dorm room, although blessedly out of the
sunshine, was only modestly cooler. The room surprised me: I’d pictured
plush carpet, wood-paneled walls, Victorian furniture. Aside from one luxury
—a private bathroom—I got a box. With cinder-block walls coated thick with
layers of white paint and a green-and-white-checkered linoleum floor, the
place looked more like a hospital than the dorm room of my fantasies. A bunk
bed of unfinished wood with vinyl mattresses was pushed against the room’s
back window. The desks and dressers and bookshelves were all attached to
the walls in order to prevent creative floor planning. And no air-conditioning.
I sat on the lower bunk while Mom opened the trunk, grabbed a stack of the
biographies my dad had agreed to part with, and placed them on the
bookshelves.
“I can unpack, Mom,” I said. My dad stood. He was ready to go.
“Let me at least make your bed,” Mom said.
“No, really. I can do it. It’s okay.” Because you simply cannot draw these
things out forever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts,
but then it’s over and you’re relieved.

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