Word Of The Day 6-17-2017





In the shape of a half-moon, i.e. semicircular.

A fortification constructed beyond the main ditch of a fortress, and in front of the curtain between two bastions, intended to defend the curtain; a ravelin.


He described it as a demilune—meaning half moon—gaming table.
Picky on Provenance

A refined demilune table wrapped in rope, a lampshade crafted from metal mesh, and a petrified log used as an accent table are all creative ways to incorporate texture into an interior.
Thom Filicia Style

The Iroquois respected their palisades and demi-lunes, and withdrew, after burning two Huron prisoners.
“Pioneers Of France In The New World” by Francis Parkman, Jr.

A general formed on the model of him who, not contented with assaulting a demi-lune, had taken une lune toute entiere.
“Dynevor Terrace (Vol. I)” by Charlotte M. Yonge

From that it sweeps out in a huge demi-lune of cliff, the outer cord being the east, the inner hugging the bluff.
“Lore of Proserpine” by Maurice Hewlett

After crossing into Floriana, we are still surrounded by a cordon of elaborate fortifications, demi-lunes, curtains, and ditches.
“The Story of Malta” by Maturin M. Ballou



French: half moon. See demi-, lune




Sunday Photo Fiction 3-19-2017 (for Week of 3-12-2017)

Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in around 200 words.

“So this,” she said, “is the reason we skipped school, drove half way to nowhere before your car RAN out of gas,” said in the way only irate girlfriends knew to speak, “walked the rest of the way, paid the last of MY money to see some dumb-ass exhibit with a dumb-ass model dressed as an astronaut.”

Somehow, I’d known she was going to react that way. We’d be having one of ‘those’ conversations real soon.

“It’s not just an astronaut.”

“Yeah. It’s a dumb-ass fake astronaut in front of a dumb-ass landing something.”

“Module. A landing module”

She snorted and walked away, pulling out her phone to call friends for a ride. She didn’t ask if I wanted to tag-along.

Stepping over the railing, I slipped inside the open back of the space suit, feeling it close around me like a glove. My radio crackled to life.

“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”