短篇小说写作文章word

A. 写短篇小说怎样把握详略

与主线 有关的 要详 无关的就略
多写多看 对你会有帮助的

首先，你应该明确 主线
想好 自己要写的 主要是什么
与主人公 有关的 ，当然要详
能提升气氛的， 也要详
其实，有了熟练的写作功底 详略是个很简单的问题
就是不要在 不重要的事情上费功夫

B. 怎样用Word写小说，短篇的，大约1万字左右，菜鸟一枚，求大神手把手教啊

不过文字排版首先要确定你的页边距，一般上面的页边距比下面设置的大一些，左边的页边距又比右边的设置得长一些。
总之一页排好之后记得进行打印预览，自己觉得好看就行。
然后确定正文用什么字体，一般排版正文都是用宋体、仿宋。当然字号也不需要超过三号字，然后思考每一章节的标题该用什么字体区分，琢磨一下怎么好的去设计版面。
然后你就开始打字了，所以要学会一些快速的输入法这很有必要，如五笔、郑码等。然后每一个段落结束之后打回车进行换行，当然每一个段落首行必须空两个字，右击一下选择段落，里面特殊格式设置为首行缩进两个字符，确定一下就行了。
当然一开始最容易记得的快捷键必须清楚，粘贴、复制、剪贴等这里我就不细细说明了，想要一个字快速放大和缩小，就选取那个字，按CTRL+右边的中括号键即可。
然后想快速的换到下一页，而不想打回车换的话，就按CTRL+回车键快速插入分页符就行了。
如果不小心双击到页眉之后，又在页面边距内双击下，发现页眉上有一条去不丢的黑线时，就又双击下页眉，进入页眉的编辑状态，再按下CTRL+SHIFT+N键即可。
在WORD里面文字是以段落与字体为两种对象的，所以一些东西其实也很好掌握。
最后说一句，如果遇到不懂的要记得上网查下资料，一套软件不需要你懂太多，只要你懂的东西足够你用就行了。
还有能不能告诉我一下你写的小说是什么类型的，我很喜欢看小说，真的很期待你的作品诞生。

1、文章快速定位
当编辑比较长文档时，经常需要大段翻页，使用鼠标拖滚动条的速度太慢，键盘的光标键或翻页键又不能精确定位，如果页数太多的话效率也比较低。这里告诉大家一个简单的方法：按着SHIFT键在滚动条上你想让滚动条到达的位置点鼠标左键，滚动条就会立刻到达你所点的位置。这样的翻页方法又快又准确。
2、随时查看字数
经常写文章的朋友都需要随时在写作过程中查看文章的字数，如何最快速的知道整篇文章到底有多少字呢？方法是点“工具”菜单里的“字数统计”，文章到底包含多少字、多少字符就全出来了，而且还分带空格和不带空格两种信息。

3、更新语法字库
Word有一项非常有用的功能就是可以自动检查输入的内容是否含有语法错误，这是由默认安装的微软输入法的词库支持的。在写作过程中经常会遇到Word自动检测出一些词库中没有的特殊语法，如何让这些特殊用法可永久性被微软输入法识别呢？方法就是把这个特殊语法加到输入法的词库中：在被识别的错误语法上点右键，选“语法”，然后选择“词典”，在出现的“更新微软拼音输入法”对话框的 “自造词”一栏里填上特殊用法的词，最后点“注册”即可。
4、快速选择文字
有时候需要对某些文字进行编辑，如改变字体大小格式等，如何才能快速选择要编辑的文字呢？方法如下：
选择某行：把鼠标移动到要选择的行最前面的空白处（鼠标的形状会改变），单击鼠标左键即可选中整个行；如果要选择多行，则使用同样的方法先选择第一行，从第二行起按着CTRL键在要编辑的每一行前单击鼠标左键；选择某段：在要选择的段前面的空白处（鼠标的形状会改变）双击鼠标左键即可选择整个段；选择所有文字：直接按着CTRL键，同时将鼠标移动到文章的左面空白处（鼠标的形状会改变），并按下左键，或者直接在鼠标形状改变后连击三次左键。

5、恢复错误操作
不小心进行了错误的操作，如删除了不该删除的文字、进行了不正确的格式排列等，如何才能恢复到误操作前的状态呢？Word提供了免费的后悔药：CTRL+Z。进行了错误的操作后，可以按键盘上的CTRL+Z组合键来进行恢复，并且多次按下CTRL+Z组合键时，还可以按时间先后的相反顺序进行多次恢复。这个后悔药从打开Word文档一直到关闭都有效。
6、回收系统资源
当进行了“复制”、“剪贴”操作后，被复制或剪贴的内容会被保存到剪贴板里，而且剪贴板不会自动清空，直到关闭Word文挡。这样剪贴板里的内容会占用系统资源，影响系统的运行速度。如果长时间不用他们的话，可以清空剪贴板来回收系统资源。方法是依次打开“编辑”----“Office剪贴板”（或者连续按下两次CTRL+C组合键），这时候就会在右面出现剪贴板的窗口，点“全部清空”即可。
7、自动插入页码
当被编辑的Word文档较长时，就需要为其加上页码，以方便浏览和进一步编辑。手动给每一页加上页码很单调和麻烦。如何让Word文挡自动为被编辑的文档加上页码呢？方法如下：依次打开“插入”----“页码”，会出现页码编辑对话框。如图3。在这里还可以选择文档中页码的位置、格式等。
8、即时英汉互译
Word里附带了英汉词库，可以进行英汉互译，这的确是一项很体贴的功能。使用方法：依次打开“工具”----“语言”----“翻译”，在最上面的对话框输入要翻译的内容，中文或英文均可，然后选择相应的翻译方式，再回车就可以在下面看到已经翻译过来的内容。这个内容十分丰富，包括该词的本意、同义词、词组、简单用法等。合理利用Word的这个功能，对提高英文水平很有帮助。
9、快速全部替换
有时候需要把整个Word文档中的某个字符串全部替换为另一字符串，这样的工作是非常单调和容易出错的，更何况如果要替换的地方非常多时，不但工作量大，而且容易出现纰漏。这里就为大家介绍一个快速全部替换的办法：依次打开“编辑”----“查找”，在出现的“查找与替换”对话框中选择“替换”标签在“查找内容”一栏里填写要查找的内容，在“替换为”一栏里填写被替换后的内容，最后点“全部替换”即可。这个功能还可扩展为快速全部删除某内容，方法如上，只需保持“替换为”一栏为空即可。

C. 急需一个英文短篇小说 500〜800字！求快！要原创型的！

El Sordo was making his fight on a hilltop. He did not like this hill and when he saw it he thought it had the shape of a chancre. But he had had no choice except this hill and he had picked it as far away as he could see it and galloped for it, the automatic rifle heavy on his back, the horse laboring, barrel heaving between his thighs, the sack of grenades swinging against one side, the sack of automatic rifle pans banging against the other, and Joaqu璯 and Ignacio halting and firing, halting and firing to give him time to get the gun in place.
There had still been snow then, the snow that had ruined them, and when his horse was hit so that he wheezed in a slow, jerking, climbing stagger up the last part of the crest, splattering the snow with a bright, pulsing jet, Sordo had hauled him along by the bridle, the reins over his shoulder as he climbed. He climbed as hard as he could with the bullets spatting on the rocks, with the two sacks heavy on his shoulders, and then, holding the horse by the mane, had shot him quickly, expertly, and tenderly just where he had needed him, so that the horse pitched, head forward down to plug a gap between two rocks. He had gotten the gun to firing over the horse's back and he fired two pans, the gun clattering, the empty shells pitching into the snow, the smell of burnt hair from the burnt hide where the hot muzzle rested, him firing at what came up to the hill, forcing them to scatter for cover, while all the time there was a chill in his back from not knowing what was behind him. Once the last of the five men had reached the hilltop the chill went out of his back and he had saved the pans he had left until he would need them.
There were two more horses dead along the slope and three more were dead here on the hilltop. He had only succeeded in stealing three horses last night and one had bolted when they tried to mount him bareback in the corral at the camp when the first shooting had started.
Of the five men who had reached the hilltop three were wounded. Sordo was wounded in the calf of his leg and in two places in his left arm. He was very thirsty, his wounds had stiffened, and one of the wounds in his left arm was very painful. He also had a bad headache and as he lay waiting for the planes to come he thought of a joke in Spanish. It was, "_Hay que tomar la muerte como si fuera aspirina_," which means, "You will have to take death as an aspirin." But he did not make the joke aloud. He grinned somewhere inside the pain in his head and inside the nausea that came whenever he moved his arm and looked around at what there was left of his band.
The five men were spread out like the points of a five-pointed star. They had g with their knees and hands and made mounds in front of their heads and shoulders with the dirt and piles of stones. Using this cover, they were linking the indivial mounds up with stones and dirt. Joaqu璯, who was eighteen years old, had a steel helmet that he g with and he passed dirt in it.
He had gotten this helmet at the blowing up of the train. It had a bullet hole through it and every one had always joked at him for keeping it. But he had hammered the jagged edges of the bullet hole smooth and driven a wooden plug into it and then cut the plug off and smoothed it even with the metal inside the helmet.
When the shooting started he had clapped this helmet on his head so hard it banged his head as though he had been hit with a casserole and, in the last lung-aching, leg-dead, mouth-dry, bulletspatting, bullet-cracking, bullet-singing run up the final slope of the hill after his horse was killed, the helmet had seemed to weigh a great amount and to ring his bursting forehead with an iron band. But he had kept it. Now he g with it in a steady, almost machinelike desperation. He had not yet been hit.
"It serves for something finally," Sordo said to him in his deep, throaty voice.
"_Resistir y fortificar es vencer_," Joaqu璯 said, his mouth stiff with the dryness of fear which surpassed the normal thirst of battle. It was one of the slogans of the Communist party and it meant, "Hold out and fortify, and you will win."
Sordo looked away and down the slope at where a cavalryman was sniping from behind a boulder. He was very fond of this boy and he was in no mood for slogans.
"What did you say?"
One of the men turned from the building that he was doing. This man was lying flat on his face, reaching carefully up with his hands to put a rock in place while keeping his chin flat against the ground.
Joaqu璯 repeated the slogan in his dried-up boy's voice without checking his digging for a moment.
"What was the last word?" the man with his chin on the ground asked.
"_Vencer_," the boy said. "Win."
"_Mierda_," the man with his chin on the ground said.
"There is another that applies to here," Joaqu璯 said, bringing them out as though they were talismans, "Pasionaria says it is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees."
"_Mierda_ again," the man said and another man said, over his shoulder, "We're on our bellies, not our knees."
"Thou. Communist. Do you know your Pasionaria has a son thy age in Russia since the start of the movement?"
"It's a lie," Joaqu璯 said.
"_Qu?va_, it's a lie," the other said. "The dynamiter with the rare name told me. He was of thy party, too. Why should he lie?"
"It's a lie," Joaqu璯 said. "She would not do such a thing as keep a son hidden in Russia out of the war."
"I wish I were in Russia," another of Sordo's men said. "Will not thy Pasionaria send me now from here to Russia, Communist?"
"If thou believest so much in thy Pasionaria, get her to get us off this hill," one of the men who had a bandaged thigh said.
"The fascists will do that," the man with his chin in the dirt said.
"Do not speak thus," Joaqu璯 said to him.
"Wipe the pap of your mother's breasts off thy lips and give me a hatful of that dirt," the man with his chin on the ground said. "No one of us will see the sun go down this night."
El Sordo was thinking: It is shaped like a chancre. Or the breast of a young girl with no nipple. Or the top cone of a volcano. You have never seen a volcano, he thought. Nor will you ever see one. And this hill is like a chancre. Let the volcanos alone. It's late now for the volcanos.
He looked very carefully around the withers of the dead horse and there was a quick hammering of firing from behind a boulder well down the slope and he heard the bullets from the submachine gun thud into the horse. He crawled along behind the horse and looked out of the angle between the horse's hindquarters and the rock. There were three bodies on the slope just below him where they had fallen when the fascists had rushed the crest under cover of the automatic rifle and submachine gunfire and he and the others had broken down the attack by throwing and rolling down hand grenades. There were other bodies that he could not see on the other sides of the hill crest. There was no dead ground by which attackers could approach the summit and Sordo knew that as long as his ammunition and grenades held out and he had as many as four men they could not get him out of there unless they brought up a trench mortar. He did not know whether they had sent to La Granja for a trench mortar. Perhaps they had not, because surely, soon, the planes would come. It had been four hours since the observation plane had flown over them.
This hill is truly like a chancre, Sordo thought, and we are the very pus of it. But we killed many when they made that stupidness. How could they think that they would take us thus? They have such modern armament that they lose all their sense with overconfidence. He had killed the young officer who had led the assault with a grenade that had gone bouncing and rolling down the slope as they came up it, running, bent half over. In the yellow flash and gray roar of smoke he had seen the officer dive forward to where he lay now like a heavy, broken bundle of old clothing marking the farthest point that the assault had reached. Sordo looked at this body and then, down the hill, at the others.
They are brave but stupid people, he thought. But they have sense enough now not to attack us again until the planes come. Unless, of course, they have a mortar coming. It would be easy with a mortar. The mortar was the normal thing and he knew that they would die as soon as a mortar came up, but when he thought of the planes coming up he felt as naked on that hilltop as though all of his clothing and even his skin had been removed. There is no nakeder thing than I feel, he thought. A flayed rabbit is as well covered as a bear in comparison. But why should they bring planes? They could get us out of here with a trench mortar easily. They are proud of their planes, though, and they will probably bring them. Just as they were so proud of their automatic weapons that they made that stupidness. But undoubtedly they must have sent for a mortar too.
One of the men fired. Then jerked the bolt and fired again, quickly.
"Save thy cartridges," Sordo said.
"One of the sons of the great whore tried to reach that boulder," the man pointed.
"Did you hit him?" Sordo asked, turning his head with difficulty.
"Nay," the man said. "The fornicator cked back."
"Who is a whore of whores is Pilar," the man with his chin in the dirt said. "That whore knows we are dying here."
"She could do no good," Sordo said. The man had spoken on the side of his good ear and he had heard him without turning his head. "What could she do?"
"Take these sluts from the rear."
"_Qu?va_," Sordo said. "They are spread around a hillside. How would she come on them? There are a hundred and fifty of them. Maybe more now."
"But if we hold out until dark," Joaqu璯 said.
"And if Christmas comes on Easter," the man with his chin on the ground said.
"And if thy aunt had _cojones_ she would be thy uncle," another said to him. "Send for thy Pasionaria. She alone can help us."
"I do not believe that about the son," Joaqu璯 said. "Or if he is there he is training to be an aviator or something of that sort."
"He is hidden there for safety," the man told him.
"He is studying dialectics. Thy Pasionaria has been there. So have Lister and Modesto and others. The one with the rare name told me."
"That they should go to study and return to aid us," Joaqu璯 said.
"That they should aid us now," another man said. "That all the cruts of Russian sucking swindlers should aid us now." He fired and said, "_Me cago en tal_; I missed him again."
"Save thy cartridges and do not talk so much or thou wilt be very thirsty," Sordo said. "There is no water on this hill."
"Take this," the man said and rolling on his side he pulled a wineskin that he wore slung from his shoulder over his head and handed it to Sordo. "Wash thy mouth out, old one. Thou must have much thirst with thy wounds."
"Let all take it," Sordo said.
"Then I will have some first," the owner said and squirted a long stream into his mouth before he handed the leather bottle around.
"Sordo, when thinkest thou the planes will come?" the man with his chin in the dirt asked.
"Any time," said Sordo. "They should have come before."
"Do you think these sons of the great whore will attack again?"
"Only if the planes do not come."
He did not think there was any need to speak about the mortar. They would know it soon enough when the mortar came.
"God knows they've enough planes with what we saw yesterday."
"Too many," Sordo said.
His head hurt very much and his arm was stiffening so that the pain of moving it was almost unbearable. He looked up at the bright, high, blue early summer sky as he raised the leather wine bottle with his good arm. He was fifty-two years old and he was sure this was the last time he would see that sky.
He was not at all afraid of dying but he was angry at being trapped on this hill which was only utilizable as a place to die. If we could have gotten clear, he thought. If we could have made them come up the long valley or if we could have broken loose across the road it would have been all right. But this chancre of a hill. We must use it as well as we can and we have used it very well so far.
If he had known how many men in history have had to use a hill to die on it would not have cheered him any for, in the moment he was passing through, men are not impressed by what has happened to other men in similar circumstances any more than a widow of one day is helped by the knowledge that other loved husbands have died. Whether one has fear of it or not, one's death is difficult to accept. Sordo had accepted it but there was no sweetness in its acceptance even at fifty-two, with three wounds and him surrounded on a hill.
He joked about it to himself but he looked at the sky and at the far mountains and he swallowed the wine and he did not want it. If one must die, he thought, and clearly one must, I can die. But I hate it.
Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the st of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

D. 写小说的格式是什么样的

1、目录的话：
第一卷 *******<<<这是卷名
第一章 *****<<<章节名 第二章 *******
第二卷 *******
第一章 ***** 第二章 *******
（只是个例子啦，写上篇下篇，第一回第二回都可以的，这个请自便啦。魔法教授这本书还是“第一学期——第一课、第二课”这么写的呢。）

2、序幕可以放在“卷”里（第一卷：序 第一章 第二章……），也可以独立出来，把它放在卷前面（序 第一卷：第一章……）。这个也是请随意。
3、正文格式：
就像写作文那样，段落前空两个字就行了，表现在word里就是“格式—段落-首行缩进-2字符”。
其他的，因为有些半角字符发到网上容易出乱码，所以建议用全角。也就是说：标点用全角，数字和英文用半角（这个用全角打很怪的）。汉字哪个都一样的，无所谓。

大概就是这样～ 你可以去起点和晋江看看实例。点些文进去看看吧。

E. 写小说在电脑上怎么写

小说自然是需要分章节的，写小说，你可以选择在哪写
用WORD软件来写小说也可以，用TXT的电子格式写也可以
若是你直接在网站上写，直接在作者后台传也可以！
一般新人都在起点中文网写写小说地址：www.cmfu.com
当然，你去其他网站写小说也可以，例如世纪文学网：http://2100book.com/
现在的小说网站很多，你想去哪家都可以~
另外，你的小说若是不分章节，读者如何能读的懂你的小说呢？
一般在起点中文网，一章小说最好只需要2000字就够了！不需要太多，也不能太少。