用英文写个短篇小说
㈠ 求英语短篇小说
经典短篇小说好多呢！用词比较简单，但意义深刻！更重要的是每一篇都短小精悍！（符合你的要求哦）
1.《生火》杰克.伦敦 To Build a Fire (Jack LondonP
2.《厄谢尔府的倒塌》 爱伦.坡
The Fall of the House of Usher (Edgar Allan Poe)
3.《项链》莫泊桑 The Necklace (Guy de Maupassant)
4.《警察与赞美诗》欧.亨利 The Cop and the Anthem
(O Henry)
5.《麦琪的礼物》欧.亨利 Magi's gift (O Henry)
6.《最后一片藤叶》欧.亨利 The Last Leaf (O Henry)
7.《加利维拉县有名的跳蛙》马克.吐温 The Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County
（Mark Twain)
8.《人生的五种恩赐》马克.吐温
The Five Boons of Life （Mark Twain)
9.《三生客》 托马斯.哈代 The Three Strangers
(Thomas Hardy)
10.《敞开的落地窗》萨基 The Open Window (Saki)
11.《末代佳人》菲茨杰拉德 The Last of the Belles
(F.S.Fitzgerald)
12.《手》舍伍德.安德森 Hands
13.《伊芙琳》詹姆斯.乔伊斯 Eveline
14.《教长的黑色面纱》纳撒尼尔.霍桑
The Minister's Black Veil
㈡ 求英文短篇小说,谢谢各位.
Black Horse 黑骏马
Jed got to the top of the mountain and sat down to rest. The July sun had made him hot.
杰德到了山顶，就坐下来休息。7月底太阳使他热汗淋淋。
It had been a long walk to the top and he was tired. He knew the horse he was trying to capture could not be too far away. He looked at the mountain and the valleys below, searching footmarks left by the horse.
他走了很长一段路才到山顶的，所以感到浑身乏力。他知道他想方设法要逮住的那匹马离此不会太远。他察看折山上及下面的山谷，寻找着那匹马留下的蹄印。
Then he saw the marks going down the other side of the mountain. He must capture the horse. He knew better men than he had tried. Tom Raglan, the best rancher in the state, had tried with the help of his cowboys.
这时，他看到在山的另一侧，顺坡而下有一行马蹄印。他一定要逮住这匹马。他知道曾有比他更有能耐的人尝试过。州内最好的牧场主汤姆·拉格伦就曾经在他那帮牛仔的帮助下做过尝试.
But they had not been able to capture it. It had gotten away from others, too. They all said it was too wild. It could not be captured.
但他们并没有能逮住它,其他试图去逮它的人也都失败了，都让它逃脱了。他们都说他太野，是不可能被逮住的。
After a slow, painful walk down the mountain, Jed came to a cool-looking river. He drank the clear water.顺着山路向下，慢慢地、艰难地走了一段之后，杰德到达一条水看上去十分清澈的河边，喝了几口河水。
Further down the valley he saw the black horse. It stood under a tree out of the sun. Jed moved closer, then hid behind a tree to watch. It was the biggest and blackest and blackest he had ever seen.
接着又沿山谷向前走了一段，这是他看到了那匹黑马，他站在一棵树下遮太阳。杰德又走进了些，然后躲在一棵树后观察。这是他有生以来见过的最大、最黑的马。
Jed knew all about horse. He had grown into a man caring for them. He had never earned more than '10 but he had dreams: If he could get a male and female house and 10 hectares of land, he could sell horses. That would be all the happiness Jed wanted.
杰德对马了如指掌。他是一个从小与马厮混、在马背上长大的人。尽管他挣的钱从来没有超过10美元，但他有自己的梦想：如果他能够得到一匹公马、一匹母马和10公顷土地，他就可以养马并以卖马为生了。那就是杰德想要得到的全部幸福了。
Night came. The big black house moved from under the tree and began to eat grass near the river. Jed watched again. A few hours later, he found a soft place in the ground. He placed his head against an old fallen tree and slept.
夜幕降临。那匹大黑马从树下走了出来，走到河边开始吃草。杰德继续观察着。几小时后，他在地上找了一块柔软的地方，将头靠在一棵倒着的老树上睡着了。
The next day he woke with the sun. His eyes searched for the horse, and there it was, grazing. Jed saw how it ate, then lifted its head and looked all around. It was the mark of the wild, always looking for hidden danger.
第二天日出时他醒了过来，马上就用目光寻找那匹马，还好，它就站在那里，正吃着草呢。杰德看着它吃草，随后又见它抬起头，朝四周看看。这就是野马的特征：它们总是十分小心，不时地看看四周是否有什么暗藏的危险。
Jed started to walk toward the horse. The horse stopped eating and looking at Jed. Jed's heart began to beat heavily. Men had said the horse was a killer. Still, he walked closer.
杰德开始慢慢向它走近。它停止吃草，看着杰德。杰德的心开始“咚咚”直跳。人们都说这马是一个杀手，但他还是继续向它靠近。
Fifteen meters away from the horse Jed stopped. The horse had lifted its front feet high in the air, then placed them heavily back on the ground. Jed moved closer. He talked to the horse in a soft voice.
在离它15米远的地方，杰德停了下来。只见它高高的抬起前蹄，然后又重重的落回原地。杰德又走近了些。他开始柔声跟它说话。
Then, with a loud scream, the horse turned and ran down the valley. Jed sank to the ground wet with excitement. He had done what no man had done.
接着，随着一声响亮的嘶鸣，这匹马转身顺着山谷跑了下去。杰德却因兴奋而浑身大汗淋漓，倒在地上。他已经做了别人没有做到的事儿.
He had almost touched the wild horse. The animal was not a killer. If it had been, Jed would be dead now.
他几乎快要挨到这匹野马了。它并不是一个杀手，如果它是的话，杰德现在已经没命了。
For six days he followed the horse. He rested when the horse rested. Jed did not like the land they were in now. The sides of the valley were high and filled with big rocks. Few trees were around. And the bottom of the valley was soft and wet.
他一连跟踪了这匹马6天。只有马歇的时候，他才歇。杰德不喜欢他现在所呆的地方。这山谷的两侧都很高，到处是大岩石，周围没有多少树，而且谷底又软又湿。
Jed watched the horse a while, and then lay down to sleep.
杰德又看了一会儿马，随后躺下来睡觉。
In the middle of the night, he was awakened by thunder and rain. He walked up the rocks until he found a dry hole, safe from the rain, and he slept again.
半夜十分，他被雷雨声惊醒。他立刻沿着岩石向上走，直到找了一个可以蔽雨的干燥的山洞，他再接着睡。
The next day was cold and wet. Heavy rains had softened the bottom of the valley. He followed the house most of the day. The wet valley was the only place it could walk now.
第二天又冷又湿。大雨已经泡软了谷底的土壤。这一天他大部分时间都在跟着马走。湿湿的山谷是现在它唯一可以行走的地方了。
The sides of the valley had gotten higher. Toward evening he saw it again. But this time there was fear in its face. He stopped and watched. The horse's nose was smelling the air. It smelled danger. It smelled danger.
越走，山谷两侧就显得越高。临近黄昏时分，他才又见到了它，但这次它的脸上出现了一种恐惧的神情。他停下来仔细观察，只见马鼻子在嗅着空气，他闻到了危险的气息。
Jed thought of wild animals, a wildcat(链接至同目录下wildcat）or bear maybe. He pulled his knife from his pants. He looked among the rocks but saw nothing.
杰德想到是不是有什么野兽，一只豹猫，也可能是一只熊。他从裤子里抽出刀，在岩石间四处看看，但什么也没有看见。
He began walking toward the horse. The wildcat could have been on either side of the valley. He walked slowly, trying to watch both sides at the same time.
他便向马走过去。豹猫可能在山谷的某一侧。他走得很慢，尽力同时看着两侧。
Slowly he came to the horse's side. Jed kept watching the rocks. If the cat was going to attack, it would do it now. He felt the excitement of danger.
慢慢地，他来到了马身边。杰德一直盯着那些岩石。豹猫如果要袭击，它现在就会跳出来的。他感到既危险又兴奋。
Suddenly the silence was broken. The black horse screamed loudly, a cry of fear. It began running down the wet valley.
突然，寂静被打破了。黑骏马大声嘶叫起来，那是一种充满恐惧的叫喊。随后，它顺着湿漉漉的山谷奔跑起来。
At the same time there was a heavy, deep noise from the rocks. Then it happened. Tons of wet earth and big rocks began moving down the sides of the mountain. The land itself was the enemy.
与此同时，岩石中传出了一种沉重的、深沉的响声。紧接着，事情就发生了。成吨成吨的湿土和大岩石开始从山坡两侧滚落下来。原来山地本身就是马的敌人。
When the air became clear, Jed looked for the horse. In front of him were tons of the fallen earth. He could not see down the valley and could not see the horse.
当空气恢复清新的时候，杰德立刻开始找马。在他面前是滚落下来的成吨的泥土，他无法看到山谷的前方，也看不到马。
He slowly climbed over the fallen rocks. On the other side was the horse, more frightened than ever. Its legs were stuck in the soft earth and it could not move. The more it struggled, the deeper it sank in the mud.
他慢慢地爬过那些落下来的岩石。马在这个石土堆的另一边，看上去比先前更加恐惧。它的腿陷入了软土里，动弹不得。 而它越挣扎，就在泥中陷的越深。
Jed walked toward the animal. Each step he took, the soft mud tried to suck him down, too. He walked on the grassy places harder than the mud.
杰德向它走过去。他每走一步都感到软泥也在将他向下吸，而且在长草的地方走比在泥里走还要艰难。
When he got to the horse, it was in the mud up to his stomach. Now it could move only its head. Jed felt wildly happy when he touched the horse. “Don't struggle and do not worry, Horse! I'll get you out!”
当他赶到马身边的时候，泥已经验到了马肚上，现在它只剩下头部还能动弹。摸到马，杰德感到欣喜若狂。“别挣扎，别担心，马儿！我会把你弄出来的！”
Suddenly he felt the horses teeth on his arm. He bit his lip to stop it from crying aloud. His free hand gently calmed the horse and slowly it let go. It pressed its nose against Jed's face. At last they were friends.
突然，他赶到马的牙齿咬住了他的手臂。他咬住嘴唇，以防自己疼得叫出声来。他用那只没被咬着的手轻抚马身，使它平静下来，慢慢地让它松开了嘴。随后，马将鼻子贴在了杰德的脸上。最后，他们成了朋友。
Now Jed could go to work. He studied the problem carefully. He had no way to lift the big horse from the mud. Certainly his rope was not strong enough.
现在杰德可以开始忙活了。他仔细研究了这个问题。他没有办法将这么大的一匹马从泥里拽出来，它的绳子显然不够结实。
He began to pull the mud away with his hands. But more mud fell into the hole he g. He ran to the rocks that had fallen down the mountain. He took off his shirt and filled it with rocks. He g again.
他开始用手将泥刨开，但这样以后，更多的泥又落进了他刚挖开的窟窿里。他就跑到那些山上落下的岩石边，脱下衬衣将岩石裹住，又挖了起来。
Only this time, he placed rocks in the holes he g. The rocks stayed still and slowly a wall began to form. He did this through the day and when night came, his hands were bloody, torn by the sharp rocks.
这一次，他将岩石放进他挖开的窟窿里，岩石稳稳地呆在里面，慢慢地形成了一面挡土石壁。他整整挖了一天。夜幕降临时，他的两手已经被尖锐的岩石划得血淋淋的。
He knew night would be a bad time for the horse. He did not want it to become frightened and struggle against the wall of rock he was building in the mud.
他知道，夜晚对马来说是很难熬的。他不想让马害怕，以至于挣扎起来踢坏他在泥里建好的石壁。
He cut some small trees, laid them on the ground next to the horse and all through the night, he spoke soft, kind words to it to calm its fears.
他砍了一些小树，将它们放在马旁边的地上。另外，整整一夜，他都跟马说一些温柔友善的话来解除它的恐惧。
The next morning, he brought grass for it to eat and began his work again. It was slow, hard work. When night came, he lay next to the horse again. He did not want it to struggle yet. The time had not come for the test.
第二天早上，他抱来些草让它吃，然后又开始忙活起来。这是一项好时而又艰苦的工作。夜幕降临时，他又在马旁边躺了下来。现在他还不想让马从泥中挣脱出来，考验的时机还没有到。
By the middle of the next day, he had enough rocks in the mud on one side of the horse. Now he began to dig near the houses front legs. His rocks began to make the mud harder. The horse was able to move a little.
到第三天中午的时候，他在马一边的泥里放进了足够的岩石。现在他开始挖马前腿附近的土了。他放的岩石使泥地坚硬了起来，马开始能动一点儿了。
And when the pressure became less, it raised one of its front legs on to the rocks. It pushed against the rocks on its side and lifted its body a little out of the mud.
而感到压力变小了的时候，马便将它的一条前腿拔了出来，翘到了岩石的上面，然后朝身边的岩石猛蹬，使它的身体从泥里稍微抬起了点儿。
Jed got his rope and tied it around the horses neck. He began to pull on the rope.
杰德拿出绳子，将它系到马的脖子上，开始拉绳。
The horse felt the pull and struggled with all its power against the mud. It raised its other front leg on the rocks and with a mighty push with its back legs and with Jed pulling on its neck, it moved forward toward hard land.
马感到了拉力，就用尽全力在泥里向外挣扎。他将另一条前腿也拔出来，搭在了岩石上，靠着后腿的巨大蹬力和杰德对它脖子施加的拉力，他向前面的硬地移动着。
Jed fell on the earth, happy but tired. He had not eaten for three days. He had slept little. Half sleep, he felt the horses nose push against his face. He jumped to his feet and when he brought grass for the horse it made friendly noises and playfully pushed him.
杰德倒在地上，高兴而又疲惫。他已经三天没吃东西了，睡的觉也不多。正有点迷迷糊糊的，他感到马的鼻子拱到了他的脸上，他赶快一跃而起。当他为马抱来草料时，马发出了友好的叫声，顽皮地拱拱他，和他戏耍。
A week later, a big black horse rode on the land owned by Tom Raglan. It stopped near the ranch house. A little man got off the horses back. Tom Raglan looked at the horse with eyes that did not believe. Finally he said: "You got him."
一周之后，有人骑了一匹大黑马来到牧场主汤姆·拉格伦的领地上。他在牧场房边停下来，一名小个子男人从马背上跳了下来。汤姆·拉格伦用吃惊的眼光看着这匹马，眼前的情景简直令他难以置信。最后，他说：“你得到了他。”
"I got him, Tom, and I brought him back as I said I would."
“我的得到了他，汤姆，而且正像我说过的那样，我把他骑回来了。”
Raglan looked at the horse. Above all, he was a horseman and there was no need for Jed to tell him how he captured it. Jed's tired face, his torn hands, dirty clothes and thin body told the story.
拉格伦看着马。他毕竟是一个马主，没有必要让杰德告诉他是怎么逮住马的。杰德疲惫的脸、划烂的手、肮脏的衣服和瘦弱的身体就已说明了一切。
“Jed,” Raglan said. “that horse will kill anyone except you. I do not want it. But I have not forgotten my promise."
“杰德，”拉格伦说，“那匹马会弄死除你之外的任何人，我不想要它。但我没忘记自己的诺言。
"I will give you some land and the old house in back of the ranch if you will keep the horse there. I pay you '30 a month, if you will let me send my female horses to the black horse."
如果你让这匹马一直呆在这儿，我就把一些土地和牧场后边的那坐老房子送给你。如果你让我把我的母马送到你的黑骏马那里去交配的话，我会每个月付给你三十美元。
"I want the black horse's blood in my horses. And you can keep every seventh horse for yourself.”
我想要我的马的身体力都有黑骏马的血统。而且，你可以留下交配后产下的小马中的七分之一。”
Jed put his arm around the black horse. The black horse was his. His dream had come true. It was too much all at once.
杰德伸出手臂，抱住大黑马。黑骏马成他的了。他的梦想已经变为现实了。突然之间，他得到的真是太多了。
㈢ 简短的英文小说最好有中文翻译好写读后感的。拜托了
《The Last Leaf O Henry》Many artists lived in the Greenwich Village area of New York. Two young women named Sue and Johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. Johnsy's real name was Joanna.
《最后一片藤叶》欧 亨利许多画家住在纽约的格林尼治村。两个名叫苏和约翰妮的女士共同住在三层楼房顶楼的一个小房间中。约翰妮的真实名字叫乔安娜。
In November, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. This disease, pneumonia, killed many people. Johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. She looked through the small window. She could see the side of the brick house next to her building.
11月份，一次从未见过的感冒袭击了这座城市。感冒引起的肺炎死了许多人。约翰妮躺在床上几乎动不了了。她向窗外望着，只能看到靠近她这座楼的一座砖房的外墙。
One morning, a doctor examined Johnsy and took her temperature. Then he spoke with Sue in another room.
一天早晨，一位医生对约翰妮作了检查并测量了她的体温，然后在另一个房间与苏开始交谈。
"She has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "And that chance is for her to want to live. Your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?"
他说：“她只剩下一次机会了——可以说只有10天的时间。这是她可以活下来的机会。你的朋友认为自己的病没法治了。她有什么牵挂吗？”
"She -- she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples in Italy some day," said Sue.
苏说：“她——她希望有一天能够在意大利画那不勒斯海湾。”
"Paint?" said the doctor. "Bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?"
医生说：“画画？白日做梦！她有什么事情值得再三牵挂的吗——比如一个小伙子？”
"A man?" said Sue. "Is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind."
苏说：“一个小伙子？一个小伙子确实值得牵挂——但是可惜没有，医生；没有这样的小伙子。”
"I will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, I take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines."
医生说：“我会按照科学的方法竭尽全力。但是当我的病人开始掰手指头去数出席自己葬礼的马车数量时，我认为药效会降低50%。”
After the doctor had gone, Sue went into the workroom and cried. Then she went to Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.
医生走后，苏走进绘画间痛哭失声。然后她带着约翰妮的画板，抽泣着走进约翰妮的房间。
Johnsy lay with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. She began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. Young artists must work their way to "Art" by making pictures for magazine stories. Sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.
约翰妮脸向着窗户侧卧着。苏停止了抽泣，以为约翰妮睡着了。她开始为一家杂志的一则故事画一张简笔画。年青的画家们必须通过为杂志做画来为艺术而努力。她听到了一个低低的声音，并且重复了许多次。她开始迅速走到床边。
Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "Twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together.
约翰妮的双眼睁得大大的。她瞅着窗外数数——倒着数。她嘴里喃喃自语：“十二”，一小会儿后数到“十一”；之后是“十”和“九”；再后是“八”和“七”，不一会儿就数完了。
Sue looked out the window. What was there to count? There was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. An old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks.
苏向窗外望了望。外面有什么好数的呢？只有一座空空如也的院子以及七米开外的一座房子的外墙。还有一棵年久的葡萄藤，根部已经腐烂，藤叶爬到了半墙高。秋天的寒气已经使藤叶脱落，藤枝几乎光光如也，攀附在砖墙之上。
"What is it, dear?" asked Sue.
苏问道：“亲爱的，怎么了？”
"Six," said Johnsy, quietly. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head hurt to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now."
约翰妮静静地答道：“六片。它们现在掉得更快了。三天前还有大约100片。数它们数得我头直发痛。但是现在容易了。又掉了一片。现在只剩下五片了。”
"Five what, dear?" asked Sue.
苏问道：“亲爱的，五片什么？”
"Leaves. On the plant. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"
“叶子。葡萄藤上的叶子。当最后一片叶子落下时，我也不得不走了。我知道还剩下三天了。医生没有对你说过吗？”
"Oh, I never heard of such a thing," said Sue. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine. Don't be silly. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Try to eat some soup now. And, let me go back to my drawing, so I can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us."
苏说：“天哪，我从来没有听过这种说法。老葡萄藤叶与你病情好转有什么关系呢？以前你非常喜欢那棵葡萄藤。不要犯傻了。为什么呢，因为今天早上医生告诉我，你痊愈的机会不久就会出现——我们好好考虑一下他的话——他说痊愈的概率非常大！现在喝点汤吧。我去接着画画，好将画卖掉为买些食物与葡萄酒。”
"You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another one. No, I don't want any soup. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too."
约翰妮一边两眼紧盯着窗户，一边说道：“你用不着再去买葡萄酒了。又掉了一片叶子。不，我不需要什么汤了。那些叶子只剩下四片了。我想在天黑之前看到最后一片叶子落下。到时候我也该走了。”
"Johnsy, dear," said Sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by tomorrow."
苏说：“约翰妮，亲爱的，你能对我许诺把两眼闭上，直到我干完活再注视窗外吗？到明天我必须上交这些作品。”
"Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
约翰妮闭上双眼，脸色苍白地躺在床上，俨然一具摔碎的雕像，说道：“你一画完就告诉我，我想看着最后一片叶子落下。我等不及了。我懒得思考了。我想对一切都无所谓了，慢慢地死去，就如同一片可怜的、风雨飘摇的叶子。”
"Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Mister Behrman up to be my model for my drawing of an old miner. Don't try to move until I come back."
苏说：“尽量睡一会儿吧，我必须给贝尔曼先生打电话，让他作我所画的一幅老矿工画像中的模特。在我回来之前，不要动了。”
Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor of the apartment building. Behrman was a failure in art. For years, he had always been planning to paint a work of art, but had never yet begun it. He earned a little money by serving as a model to artists who could not pay for a professional model. He was a fierce, little, old man who protected the two young women in the studio apartment above him.
老贝尔曼是住在这座楼地下室的一个画家。在画画上他是一名失败者。许多年了，他始终在计划画出一幅杰作，但却从未着手。他通过为付不起专业模特费用的画家当模特挣一丁点钱。他是一位保护楼上两位女士的勇敢的、不起眼的老头。
Sue found Behrman in his room. In one area was a blank canvas that had been waiting twenty-five years for the first line of paint. Sue told him about Johnsy and how she feared that her friend would float away like a leaf.
苏在贝尔曼的房间中找到了他。在屋子的一角是一张已经等了25年以便进行创作的空白画布。苏将约翰妮的病情以及她对于自己的朋友如同一片叶子一样时刻会随风而逝的恐惧告诉了他。
Old Behrman was angered at such an idea. "Are there people in the world with the foolishness to die because leaves drop off a vine? Why do you let that silly business come in her brain?"
老贝尔曼对这样一种想法非常生气：“世界上有傻得因葡萄藤叶落下而自愿等死的人吗？你为什么会让她产生这样的愚蠢想法？”
"She is very sick and weak," said Sue, "and the disease has left her mind full of strange ideas."
苏答道：“她奄奄一息了，病情使她脑子里满是奇思怪想。”
"This is not any place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy shall lie sick," yelled Behrman. "Some day I will paint a masterpiece, and we shall all go away."
贝尔曼吼道：“这不是一个约翰妮小姐可以好好养病的地方。有一天我会完成一幅杰作，好让我们都可以搬出去。”
Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to cover the window. She and Behrman went into the other room. They looked out a window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other without speaking. A cold rain was falling, mixed with snow. Behrman sat and posed as the miner.
当他们上楼时，约翰妮正在睡觉。苏将窗帘放了下来以挡住窗户。她与贝尔曼走进另一个房间。他们惊恐地望着窗外的那棵葡萄藤。然后他们无声地对视了一下。一场阴雨正在下着，其中还夹杂着雪花。贝尔曼坐了下来，开始摆出矿工的姿势。
The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour's sleep. She found Johnsy with wide-open eyes staring at the covered window.
第二天早上，苏在睡了一小时觉之后醒来。她发现约翰妮大睁着双眼看着被挡住的窗户。
"Pull up the shade; I want to see," she ordered, quietly.
她小声地命令道：“拉开窗帘；我想看看。”
Sue obeyed.
苏照做了。
After the beating rain and fierce wind that blew through the night, there yet stood against the wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. It was still dark green at the center. But its edges were colored with the yellow. It hung bravely from the branch about seven meters above the ground.
在经历了一夜的狂风暴雨之后，在墙上还剩下一片叶子。这是这棵葡萄藤最后一片叶子了。叶子的中间依然绿中透黑。但是叶子的边上透着黄色。它勇敢地挺立在距离地面七米高的葡萄藤枝上。
"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall ring the night. I heard the wind. It will fall today and I shall die at the same time."
约翰妮说：“这是最后一片叶子了。我以为昨天晚上它就会掉下来。我听到了风声。今天它就会掉下来，同时我也会走了。”
"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down toward the bed. "Think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"
苏一边将她苍白的脸扭到床的另一侧，一边说道：“亲爱的，亲爱的！即使你不考虑自己，也应该想想我。我能够怎么办呢？”
But Johnsy did not answer.
但是约翰妮没有应答。
The next morning, when it was light, Johnsy demanded that the window shade be raised. The ivy leaf was still there. Johnsy lay for a long time, looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was preparing chicken soup.
第二天早上，当天亮的时候，约翰妮命令打开窗帘。葡萄藤叶子依然挂在那里。约翰妮躺在床上等了好长时间，双眼紧盯着这片叶子。然后她招呼正在做鸡汤的苏。
"I've been a bad girl," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how bad I was. It is wrong to want to die. You may bring me a little soup now."
约翰妮说：“我始终是一个荒唐的女孩子。最后一片叶子依然挂在那里的事实说明了我是多少的荒唐。等死是错的。现在你可以喂我一口汤了。”
An hour later she said: "Someday I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."
一个小时之后，她说：“我希望有一天能够画那不勒斯海湾。”
Later in the day, the doctor came, and Sue talked to him in the hallway.
这一天晚些时候，医生来了，苏在走廊上与他交谈。
"Even chances," said the doctor. "With good care, you'll win. And now I must see another case I have in your building. Behrman, his name is -- some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man and his case is severe. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital today to ease his pain."
医生说：“治愈的成败机会是均等的。精心照料你就会成功。现在我必须去看一下这座楼里的另外一位病人。他的名字叫贝尔曼——我想是一位画家。他患的也是肺炎。他是一个年老体弱的老头，病情非常严重。对他来说没有希望了；但是今天他才去医院治疗。”
The next day, the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now -- that's all."
第二天，医生对苏说：“她脱离危险了。你成功了。现在需要的就是营养与照料了。”
Later that day, Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, and put one arm around her.
那天晚些时候，苏来到约翰妮躺的病床旁边，用一只胳膊抱着她。
"I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mister Behrman died of pneumonia today in the hospital. He was sick only two days. They found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were completely wet and icy cold. They could not imagine where he had been on such a terrible night.
她说：“小东西，我有话要对你说。今天贝尔曼先生在医院去世了。他病了两天。第一天早上，人们在他的地下室发现了病入膏肓的他。他的鞋子与衣服全湿透了，并且冰冷异常。人们不能想象出在这样一个风雨交加之夜他去哪儿了。”
And then they found a lantern, still lighted. And they found a ladder that had been moved from its place. And art supplies and a painting board with green and yellow colors mixed on it.
“然后，人们发现有一盏灯依然亮着。人们发现这盏灯的位置挪动了。旁边还有一些画画用的东西以及着了绿黄颜色的一张画板。”
And look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it is Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."
“亲爱的，向窗外望一下，看看墙上挂着的那片葡萄藤叶子吧。你没有想过刮风之时它为何纹丝不动吗？哦，亲爱的，那是贝尔曼先生的杰作——就在那片叶子落下的晚上，他将它画了下来。”
㈣ 简单英语小短文50字左右
1、Today was Sunday and I was very happy!In the morning，I stayed at home to do my homework and watch TV.In the afternoon，I went to a park with my best friends.There were many flowers，and some birds were singing songs.We played games and talked about our dreams.At last，we went home for dinner.Today，I had a great time!
翻译：这天是星期天，我十分高兴！早上，我呆在家里做作业看电视。下午，我和我最好的朋友去了公园。那里有许多花儿，一些鸟还在唱歌呢、我们一齐玩游戏，谈论我们的梦想。最后，我们就回家吃晚饭了。这天玩的真的很开心！
2、Most kids like animals.Girls like cats，and boys like dogs.However，my favorite animal is the horse.The horses are strong，not like the tame cats or puppy dogs.They look wild and hard to get close.Yet，they will be very timid and friendly after they get to know you.Horses remember the way home.
They are also faithful to their masters.They even understand what you are trying to tell them.I’ve heard many stories about how a horse saved his master’s life.That's also the reason why I love horses.They never betray you.
翻译：大多数孩子喜欢动物。男孩和女孩喜欢猫，喜欢狗。然而，我最喜欢的动物是马。马是强大的，不像温顺的猫或狗狗。他们看起来野生和难以接近。然而，他们将会十分胆小，友好的了解你之后。马还记得回家的路。他们也对他们的主人忠心耿耿。他们甚至明白你想告诉他们什么。我听说许多故事关于一匹马救了主人的命。这也是为什么我喜欢马。他们永远不会背叛你。
3、Look，I have a nice room.Come and have a look.Its small and nice.There is a big bed，a small desk，a shelf and a closet.The bed is near the desk.There is a shelf near the closet too.
Many good books are in the shelf.I like the books very much.Oh，yes，There is a big board on the wall.I often write and draw pictures on the board.Oh，My bedroom is too beautiful.I like it very much.Do you like my bedroom?Can you tell me about your beroom，please？
翻译：看，我有一个舒适的房间，过来看一看，它小而漂亮，那有一张大床，一张小桌，一个书架和衣柜，床在桌子旁边，书架也在衣柜旁边，很多好的书都在书架上，我十分喜欢书，哦，是的，那有一个大的黑板在墙上，我经常写和画一些图片在黑板上。哦，我的卧室是太漂亮了，我十分喜欢它，你喜欢我的卧室吗，请你有告诉我你的卧室吗？
4、My best friend is.He’s a very funny person.For example，he keeps his watch one hour ahead of the real time.He says it’s because he doesn’t want to be late.is also very honest and intelligent.He doesn’t need to cheat to get ahead.
In school he always gets the highest scores，but he never seems to study.He says he studies only when nobody is looking.Everybody likes my friend very much.
翻译：我最好的朋友我最好的朋友是。他是一个很风趣的人。比如，他把表拨快1小时，他说那是因为他不想迟到。很诚实并且聪明。他不用作弊就能够名列前茅。在学校他总是得最高分，但是他好像从来不学习。他说他只有在四周无人时才学习。每个人都十分喜欢我的朋友。
5、My classmate who called Limei.She is a beautiful girl，she has long long hair and big eyes.She always smiles.She has a little brother.We often play together.I like her very much.
翻译：我的同学叫丽美。她是一个美丽的女孩，她有长长的头发和大大的眼睛。她总是微笑。她有一个小弟弟。我们经常在一齐玩。我十分喜欢她。
㈤ 有什么英语短篇小说推荐
1. “A Good Man is Hard to Find,” Flannery O’Connor
Few short stories have stuck with us as much as this one, which is probably O'Connor's most famous work — and with good reason. The Misfit is one of the most alarming serial killers we've ever met, all the more so for his politeness, and the story’s moral is so striking and terrifying that — whether you subscribe to the religious undertones or not — a reader is likely to finish and begin to reexamine their entire existence. Or at least we did, the first time we read it.
《好人难寻》这篇小说是奥康纳最为著名的作品，很少有其他短篇小说能像这篇一样给我们带来震撼。无论你是否能明了宗教般的潜在含义，看完这篇小说读者都会开始或是结束对存在的检视。
2. “The School,” Donald Barthelme
This story is very short, but pretty much perfect in every way. Though Barthelme is known for his playful, post modern style, we admire him for his ability to shape a world so clearly from so few words, chosen expertly. Barthelme never over explains, never uses one syllable too many, but effortlessly leads the reader right where he wants her to be. It's funny, it's absurdist, it's sad, it's enormous even in its smallness. It may be this writer’s favorite story of all time. You should read it.
这篇小说很短，但是堪称完美。巴塞尔姆的优秀就在于他能用精选的极少几个文字就为我们叙述了一个世界。他很少过多地解释，就把读者带到了他想要你去地方。
3. “In The Penal Colony,” Franz Kafka
Kafka called this one his“dirty story,”and thought it imperfect, but it's one of our favorites of his (though we also recommend “The Hunger Artist”and“A Country Doctor”). It's so obviously a story about writing, in some ultimate way — a machine punishes its victims by writing on them over and over until their bodies give out — but its as if, while the body is the source of every problem in the tale, every weakness, it is also the only place where true knowledge can be translated.
卡夫卡称自己的这篇小说是一个“很脏的故事”，认为并不完美，但是这个短篇确实我们的最爱之一。在小说中，我们可以体会到，身体是一切问题和弱点的根源，但身体也是唯一能转化真知的地方。
4. “Signs and Symbols,”Vladimir Nabokov
Another short one, we revere this story for its ability to turn every tiny detail into a portentous disaster, not to mention the fact that it's penned in Nabokov's effortlessly gorgeous, silvery prose. An old Jewish couple goes to visit their son in the mental hospital, only to be turned away because he has attempted to kill himself. And that's it, really. They go home and look though a photo album, eat some jam. The phonerings. But the whole thing is, perhaps, both a comment on the nature of insanity and the nature of the short story itself, with all its rules and strangeness and banality. And all its symbols, of course.
我们喜欢这篇小说的原因就在于，这个故事有能力把每个细微的细节瞬间变为一场灾难，而Nabokov在写这篇小说用的是轻松华丽水银泻地般的散文风格。
5. “Gooseberries,” Anton Chekhov
Chekhov's stories are indisputably among the greats, and this one, written rather late, is one of our favorites. Chekhov probes at both the frailty and the worth of humanity, not to mention the natureof life, both for the fortunate and the unfortunate. But like most of Chekhov's stories, there's no clear moral, there's no obvious takeaway. Some men sit around and discuss their thoughts, and we listen, mulling over the subtleties for ourselves.
契科夫的小说无疑是最伟大的作品之一，而这篇是我们的最爱。这篇小说像他的其他小说一样，没有清晰的道德标准，我们只是静静地看着几个人围坐着，讨论他们的思想。
6. “Sea Oak,” George Saunders
“Sea Oak” is Saunders's favorite of his own stories, we've heard, so because we find it so hard to choose among them, we've included it here on his own recommendation. Absurdist and satirical, and including at least one zombie shouting at her housemates to get laid, it's a weird one. But it's also concerned with placelessness, with family, with poverty, and like all of Saunders's stories, has a good, thumping heart under all that darkness and fun-poking.
这部小说是桑德斯最为喜爱的一步短篇，这也是我们听说的。因为我们很难做出选择，因此就把他自己的推介放在了这里。这部小说充满了荒诞和讽刺，但是也关心家庭和贫穷等问题。像他的其他小说一样，在黑暗和取笑中，也暗含着美好和快乐。
7. “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas,” Ursula K. LeGuin
LeGuin's parabolic tale, which won the Hugo Award for best short story in 1974, is a weird, spacious story about a city that seems to be a utopia — except for its one flaw, the single child that must always be kept in darkness and wretched misery so that the others may all live happily. Most of the citizens eventually accept this, but some do not, and silently leave the city, vanishing into the world around. Strange but pointed, Le Guin is a master of her genre.
勒古这部寓言般的短篇小说获得过1974年的“雨果奖”，是关于一个类似乌托邦的城市的荒诞又宏大的故事。
8. “The Veldt,” Ray Bradbury
This tale, from one of the greatest science fiction writers in history, is deliciously wicked. Though it was written in 1950, this kind of story — of children driven mad by want, of technology turning on its masters — will never get old. Until technology actually turns on us, that is. Then we probably won't want to hear about it.
布莱伯利作为历史上最富盛名的科幻小说家，这篇小说也是通过精心编写的。
9. “The Bear Came Over the Mountain,” Alice Munro
The undisputed queen of the short story, Alice Munro’s work is stark and often heartbreakingly raw, and this story of memory loss and the aching tenderness of human interaction is no different. Fun fact: this story was adapted into the film “Away from Her”, starring Julie Christie and Gordon Pinsent.
门罗是毫无争议的短篇小说女王，她的作品有一种朴实风格，常常带着心跳般的粗犷，这篇关于丧失记忆以及人类互动中的痛苦和柔弱的小说也不例外。
10. “The Nose,” Nikolai Gogol
Gogol might be the oldest writer on this list, but he’s also one of the weirdest — in a good way. Nabokov once wrote, “In Gogol…the absurd central character belongs to the absurd world around him but, pathetically and tragically, attempts to struggle out of it into the world of humans — and dies in despair.” What else can an absurd noseless man do, after all?
果戈里应该是这个书单上最久远的作家了，但是他也是最荒诞的小说家之一。纳博科夫曾近这样写道：“在果戈里的作品中，荒诞的人物属于他周围荒诞的世界，但是却可怜兮兮且悲惨地要逃离他的世界，最终死于绝望”。
㈥ 短篇简单的英语小故事
Teacher:Why
are
you
late
for
school
every
morning?
Tom:Every
time
I
come
to
the
corner,a
sign
says,"School-Go
slow".
老师:为什么你每天早晨都迟到?
汤姆:每当我经过学校的拐角处,就看见一个牌子上写着"学校----慢行".
A
Good
Boy
Little
Robert
asked
his
mother
for
two
cents.
"What
did
you
do
with
the
money
I
gave
you
yesterday?"
"I
gave
it
to
a
poor
old
woman,"
he
answered.
"You're
a
good
boy,"
said
the
mother
proudly.
"Here
are
two
cents
more.
But
why
are
you
so
interested
in
the
old
woman?"
"She
is
the
one
who
sells
the
candy."
好孩子
小罗伯特向妈妈要两分钱。
“昨天给你的钱干什么了?”
“我给了一个可怜的老太婆，”他回答说。
“你真是个好孩子，”妈妈骄傲地说。“再给你两分钱。可你为什么对那位老太太那么感兴趣呢?”
“她是个卖糖果的。”
Drunk
One
day,
a
father
and
his
little
son
were
going
home.
At
this
age,
the
boy
was
interested
in
all
kinds
of
things
and
was
always
asking
questions.
Now,
he
asked,
"What's
the
meaning
of
the
word
'Drunk',
dad?"
"Well,
my
son,"
his
father
replied,
"look,
there
are
standing
two
policemen.
If
I
regard
the
two
policemen
as
four
then
I
am
drunk."
"But,
dad,"
the
boy
said,
"
there's
only
ONE
policeman!"
醉酒
一天，父亲与小儿子一道回家。这个孩子正处于那种对什么事都很感兴趣的年龄，老是有提不完的问题。他向父亲发问道:“爸爸，‘醉’字是什么意思?”
“唔，孩子，”父亲回答说，“你瞧那儿站着两个警察。如果我把他们看成了四个，那么我就算醉了。”
“可是，爸爸，
”孩子说，“那儿只有一个警察呀!”
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Teacher:Why
are
you
late
for
school
every
morning?
Tom:Every
time
I
come
to
the
corner,a
sign
says,"School-Go
slow".
老师:为什么你每天早晨都迟到?
汤姆:每当我经过学校的拐角处,就看见一个牌子上写着"学校----慢行".
A
Good
Boy
Little
Robert
asked
his
mother
for
two
cents.
"What
did
you
do
with
the
money
I
gave
you
yesterday?"
"I
gave
it
to
a
poor
old
woman,"
he
answered.
"You're
a
good
boy,"
said
the
mother
proudly.
"Here
are
two
cents
more.
But
why
are
you
so
interested
in
the
old
woman?"
"She
is
the
one
who
sells
the
candy."
好孩子
小罗伯特向妈妈要两分钱。
“昨天给你的钱干什么了?”
“我给了一个可怜的老太婆，”他回答说。
“你真是个好孩子，”妈妈骄傲地说。“再给你两分钱。可你为什么对那位老太太那么感兴趣呢?”
“她是个卖糖果的。”
Drunk
One
day,
a
father
and
his
little
son
were
going
home.
At
this
age,
the
boy
was
interested
in
all
kinds
of
things
and
was
always
asking
questions.
Now,
he
asked,
"What's
the
meaning
of
the
word
'Drunk',
dad?"
"Well,
my
son,"
his
father
replied,
"look,
there
are
standing
two
policemen.
If
I
regard
the
two
policemen
as
four
then
I
am
drunk."
"But,
dad,"
the
boy
said,
"
there's
only
ONE
policeman!"
㈦ 一篇英文短篇小说的英文版简介，应付作业啊，一定要快
《The Million Pound Note》：
In 1903, American seaman Henry Adams (Gregory Peck) is stranded penniless in England and gets caught up in an unusual wager between two wealthy, eccentric brothers, Oliver (Ronald Squire) and Roderick Montpelier (Wilfrid Hyde-White). They persuade the Bank of England to issue a one million pound banknote, which they present to Adams in an envelope (only telling him that it contains some money). The reason for this is that Oliver believes that the mere existence of the note will enable the possessor to obtain whatever he needs, while Roderick contends that it would actually have to be spent for it to be of any use.
Once Adams gets over the shock of discovering how much the note is worth, he tries to return it to the brothers, but is told that they have left for a month. He then finds a letter in the envelope, explaining the wager and promising him a job if he can avoid spending the note for the month.
At first, everything goes as Oliver had predicted. Adams is mistaken for an eccentric millionaire and has no trouble getting food, clothes and a hotel suite on credit, just by showing his note. The story of the note is reported in the newspapers. Adams is welcomed into exclusive social circles, meeting the American ambassador and English aristocracy. He becomes very friendly with Portia Lansdowne (Jane Griffiths), the niece of the Duchess of Cromarty.
Then, fellow American Lloyd Hastings (Hartley Power) asks him to back a business venture. Hastings tells Adams that he does not have to put up any money himself; the mere association will allow Hastings to raise the money he needs to start up a gold mine by selling shares.
Trouble arises when the Duke of Frognal (A. E. Matthews), who had been unceremoniously evicted from the suite Adams now occupies, hides the note as a joke. When Adams is unable to proce the note, panic breaks out amongst the shareholders and Adams' creditors. Fortunately, all is straightened out
, and Adams is able to return the note to the Montpelier brothers at the end of the month.
㈧ 给我一篇英语短篇小说的简介
《The Million Pound Note》：
In 1903, American seaman Henry Adams (Gregory Peck) is stranded penniless in England and gets caught up in an unusual wager between two wealthy, eccentric brothers, Oliver (Ronald Squire) and Roderick Montpelier (Wilfrid Hyde-White). They persuade the Bank of England to issue a one million pound banknote, which they present to Adams in an envelope (only telling him that it contains some money). The reason for this is that Oliver believes that the mere existence of the note will enable the possessor to obtain whatever he needs, while Roderick contends that it would actually have to be spent for it to be of any use.
Once Adams gets over the shock of discovering how much the note is worth, he tries to return it to the brothers, but is told that they have left for a month. He then finds a letter in the envelope, explaining the wager and promising him a job if he can avoid spending the note for the month.
At first, everything goes as Oliver had predicted. Adams is mistaken for an eccentric millionaire and has no trouble getting food, clothes and a hotel suite on credit, just by showing his note. The story of the note is reported in the newspapers. Adams is welcomed into exclusive social circles, meeting the American ambassador and English aristocracy. He becomes very friendly with Portia Lansdowne (Jane Griffiths), the niece of the Duchess of Cromarty.
Then, fellow American Lloyd Hastings (Hartley Power) asks him to back a business venture. Hastings tells Adams that he does not have to put up any money himself; the mere association will allow Hastings to raise the money he needs to start up a gold mine by selling shares.
Trouble arises when the Duke of Frognal (A. E. Matthews), who had been unceremoniously evicted from the suite Adams now occupies, hides the note as a joke. When Adams is unable to proce the note, panic breaks out amongst the shareholders and Adams' creditors. Fortunately, all is straightened out in the end, and Adams is able to return the note to the Montpelier brothers at the end of the month.
㈨ 用英文写一篇短篇爱情小说
In the autumn of my last year at college，I got into the habit of studying at the Radcliffe library ．I didn't do it just to admire the girls，though I agree I liked that too．The place was quiet，nobody knew me，and there was less demand for the books I needed for my studies．The day before one of my midterm history exams，I still hadn't found time to read the first book on the reading list．（That，of course，is a very common disease at Harvard．） I walked over to the reservations desk to get one of the books which would save me from failing me exam the next day．There were two girls working there．One was a tall，sporty type．The other was the quiet kind，in glasses．I choseher-Middle Four Eyes．
‘Do you have English Society in the Middle Ages？’
She looked at me．It was a sharp，unfriendly look．‘Don't you have your own library at Harvard？’she asked．
‘Listen，Harvard students are allowed to use the Radcliffe library．’
‘I'm not talking about what you're allowed to do，Preppie．I'm talking about what's right and fair．You fellows have five million books．We only have a few thousand．’
My god，I thought．I wish I'd spoken to the sporty one！This girl's the type that thinks that，because there are five times as many men at Harvard as there are girls at Radcliffe，the girls gave to be five times as smart．Ican usually make those types feel pretty．But just then I badly needed that damn book．
‘Listen，I need that damn book．’
‘Would you please watch your language，Preppie．’
‘What makes you so sure I went to prep school？’
‘You look stupid and rich，’she said，removing her glasses．
‘You're wrong，’I said．‘I'm smart and poor．’
‘Oh，no，Preppie，’she said．‘I'm smart and poor．’
She was looking straight at me．Her eyes were brown．All right，maybe I look rich，but I wouldn't let a Radcliffe girl-even one with pretty eyes-call me stupid．
‘What makes you so smart？’I asked．
‘I wouldn't go for coffee with you，’she replied．
‘Listen-I wouldn't ask you．’
‘That，’she replied，‘is what makes you stupid．’
Let me explain why I took her for coffee．By al－lowing her to think I wanted to，I got that book．And， because she couldn't leave the library until closing time，I had plenty of time to study it．I learned some useful facts about the church and the law in the eleventh century．As a result，I got an A in my history exam．That，bythe way，was the mark I gave to Jenny's legswhen she first walked out from behind that desk．I can't say I gave her high marks for her clothes，however．They were rather strange，to say the least．I specially hated that In-dian thing that she used for a handbag．Fortunately I didn't mention this，as I later discovered that she had made that herself．
We went to a coffee shop near by．I ordered coffee for both of us，and a chocolate ice-cream for her．
‘I'm Jennifer Cavilleri，’she said．‘I'm American，but my family came from Italy．’I had guessed that al－ready．‘And I'm studying music，’she added．
sorry~太长了!!!
㈩ 英语写作入门：怎样写短篇小说
首先你的英文必须过关
其次，你必须明确你要写的小说内容是什么，先构思好大体，然后再进行补充内容
然后，开局你可以设一个谜团，或是一个悲惨的开局，或是一段美好的历史回顾，据此吸引读者，小说的情节得跌宕起伏、扣人心弦,让读者跟着情节走，结尾可以解开谜团，或令人叹息，或令人感动
之后，楼主在写的过程中要添加不少细节，楼主可以看看名家大作英文版的
最后，本人并不认同写英文小说，如果楼主是为了提高英语水平可以换换其他做法，仅仅是为了写小说可以先中文入手，然后再用自己扎实的英文功底将其翻译准确无误