優秀短篇小說在線閱讀
Ⅰ 歐亨利短篇小說txt
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《歐·亨利短篇小說精選》精選了歐·亨利最優秀的二十九篇短篇小說。
Ⅱ 有哪些優秀的短篇言情小說
《綰青絲》
相信這部小說大家大都看過了吧，因為推薦它的朋友太多了，第一次看這部小說時，因為開場太火爆，緊接著又是那麼殘酷至極的場面，嚇得是當場關了電腦，真恐怖。過段時間後太悶找不著書看時，又翻出來看，誰知道後面那麼棒。尤其是歌曲的運用上，嘖嘖，那個功夫比以前看過的其它任何一部小說都來得神呢！尤其是《子陵憶周郎》一直聽到現在，讓人回味無窮啊。當然，《卡門》的歌詞也夠震撼人心的。其餘《蝶戀》《豪情江糊笑》《纏綿游戲》《琵琶聲》都非常好聽！！
推薦的這三本是印象比較深刻的，排名不分先後。
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簡介：《經典短篇小說101篇》按全英文版出版，西方流行口袋本。共收集了歐亨利、傑克倫敦、霍桑、契訶夫等數十位西方著名短篇小說家的代表作與經典名篇，全書共101篇。讀者可以通過書上指定的網址，通過微盤免費下載配套的英文朗讀文件，邊聽邊讀，感受地道英語文學之樂趣。對於英語學習者來講，這是一本優秀的英語文學精讀手冊。
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書名：經典短篇小說101篇經典短篇小說101篇
作者:[美] 歐·亨利
出版社:天津人民出版社
副標題:經典短篇小說101篇
出版年:2013-10-1
頁數:776
內容簡介
這本《101 Classic Short Stories：經典短篇小說101篇》按全英文版出版，西方流行口袋本。共收集了歐•亨利、傑克•倫敦、霍桑、契訶夫等數十位西方著名短篇小說家的代表作與經典名篇，全書共101篇。讀者可以通過書上指定的網址，通過微盤免費下載配套的英文朗讀文件，邊聽邊讀，感受地道英語文學之樂趣。對於英語學習者來講，這是一本優秀的英語文學精讀手冊。
作者簡介
亨利·詹姆斯（Henry James，1843年4月15日－1916年2月28日），英籍美裔小說家、文學批評家、劇作家和散文家。代表作有長篇小說《一個美國人》《一位女士的畫像》《鴿翼》《使節》《金碗》等。1843年4月16日，生於紐約市。幼年主要是在紐約州的奧本尼和紐約市長大的。1860—1862年期間，住在羅得島的紐波特。後到波士頓，寫文學評論，游記和短篇小說。1875年，他決定去歐洲定居。最初他住在巴黎，並結識了屠格涅夫，福樓拜、莫泊桑和左拉。次年，移居英國。1876年，出版第一部長篇小說《羅德里克·赫德森》。在他的早期創作階段，寫了《一個美國人》、《貴婦人的畫像》、《黛西·密勒》、《華盛頓廣場》以及《艾斯朋遺稿》，並周遊了美國、法國和義大利。1889年開始，試圖躋身戲劇創作，但沒有成功，只上演了他寫的兩個劇本《一個美國人》和《未成熟的少年時代》。19世紀90年代，出版了《悲慘的詩人》《梅西所知道的》《波音頓的珍藏晶》《螺絲在擰緊》等。1904年—1905年，對美國作了一次訪問，訪問後寫了《美國所見》。第一次世界大戰期間，成為英國公民，並被授予最高文職勛章。1916年2月28日去世。
Ⅳ 推薦幾篇優秀的短篇小說
外國短篇小說：
《品質》 約翰·高爾斯華綏（John Galsworthy）1932年諾貝爾文學獎獲得者 《品質》描寫了一個誠懇、高尚、忠於技藝的鞋匠，他和哥哥只承做定貨，不出售現成靴子，他從不登廣告，用最好的皮革，「只有親眼看過靴子靈魂的人才能做出那樣的靴子」，他的技藝贏得了競爭對手由衷地尊敬。然就這樣最出色的鞋匠，最後卻餓死了。因為浮躁的社會里，人們對靴子世俗要求承載不了完成一件藝術品所需的時間，況且，他做的靴子不會壞，你不需要再去買第二次。
高爾斯華綏出生在英國的豪富家族裡，父親是倫敦聲名顯赫的大律師，就是這樣的一位作者，在小說里對這位日耳曼鞋匠充滿了深篤的感情，短短四五千言，沒有什麼華麗而感情強烈的詞藻，但每一行都透著堅定而深情地敬意。
《沉重的時刻》 托馬斯·曼（Thomas Mann）1875—1955 1929年諾貝爾文學獎獲得者 《沉重的時刻》是為紀念席勒逝世一百周年而作。小說描寫了席勒在創作中遇到困難而幾乎喪失信心，但在心靈的感召下，又重新振作起來的過程。小說用細致深刻的內心描寫，刻劃了一個意志堅強、思想高尚的偉大靈魂
《變型記》這樣優秀，但路人皆知的短篇小說，或是被小資們重新推入暢銷書榜的卡爾維諾和茨威格。但存在主義對我影響實在太大了，我很難克服自己繞開《牆》這部小說。
與之前四部不同的是，前面四部都著力塑造了極具特點、個性鮮明的小說人物，但這也正是薩特所反對的，他反對作品把人物典型化、集中化，認為作品塑造人物不應比現實來得更美或更丑，應該赤裸裸地把真實表現出來。《牆》里的反法西斯戰士，生存或者死亡完全取決於偶然，他們並不高大，也不是英雄，只是一群「骯臟世界」里的「生存者」。我喜歡《牆》所表達的存在主義觀點，存在先於本質，人不是預先規范好的，而是在行動中才形成的，「人是自己行動的結果，此外什麼都不是」。
Ⅵ 推薦幾篇優秀的短篇懸疑小說
我是挺喜歡蔡駿的~個人覺得還不錯
瑪格麗特的秘密~
《貓眼》《地獄的第十九層》《幽靈客棧》《荒村公寓》等小說，其中《詛咒》還被拍成電視連續劇《魂斷樓蘭》。
那多也是一位年輕的懸疑小說家，他的《幽靈旗》《神的密碼》《烏篷船》《變形人》《過年》《失落的一夜》也很不錯。
2004年始,成剛相繼推出《沉睡谷》、《鬼童》等暢銷力作,一躍而成為中國懸疑驚悚小說界的一匹黑馬。...《獵人者》作者成剛,中國著名懸疑驚悚小說家
中國懸疑小說李憶仁一部被出版界譽為「東方的《達芬奇密碼》」的懸疑小說《枯葉蝶》,在雪藏三年之後,由古吳軒出版
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Ⅷ 尋找你認為最優秀的短篇小說~
THE GIFT OF THE MAGI
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.
In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."
The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade.
"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
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書名：經典短篇小說101篇
作者：[美] 歐·亨利
豆瓣評分：8.6
出版社：天津人民出版社
出版年份：2013-10-1
頁數：776
內容簡介：
這本《101 Classic Short Stories：經典短篇小說101篇》按全英文版出版，西方流行口袋本。共收集了歐•亨利、傑克•倫敦、霍桑、契訶夫等數十位西方著名短篇小說家的代表作與經典名篇，全書共101篇。讀者可以通過書上指定的網址，通過微盤免費下載配套的英文朗讀文件，邊聽邊讀，感受地道英語文學之樂趣。對於英語學習者來講，這是一本優秀的英語文學精讀手冊。
This outstanding collection features 101 short stories by great writers from America, the United Kingdom, Russian, and other countries. Ranging from the 19th to the 20th centuries, writers include O. Henry, Jack London, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Mark Twain, Edgar Allen Poe, Anton Chekhov, James Joyce , Ambrose Bierce, Franz Kafka, and other major writers of world literature. Such a wonderfully wide-ranging and enjoyable anthology!
Invest just a few minutes in a great short story and you may be rewarded with a lesson or memory that lasts a lifetime. And it』s not just the short stories; the authors can also surprise you. We hope that you will return to this collection again and again; to re-read these classic favorites and train your literature mind.
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簡介：短篇小說一直因為需要用較少的文字去勾勒人物和故事情節所以難度比一般的長篇小說大，尤其在這個以字數為王的網路文學時代，短篇小說的編輯更是成為了一個吃力不討好的行為，所以中國網路文學中的短篇小說實在是太少了，優秀的短篇小說更是鳳毛麟角，我希望通過我自己努力，為中國網路文學力量添磚加瓦，讓更多的人體會到短篇小說所帶來的文字沖擊力。