Silver Lining (Chapter 8)
Somewhere in the distance the nerves in your arm sing like cicadas, but their buzzing is muffled and far away. 432. 433. \>you've been shot. actually shot. with a bullet from a gun.
Illusions
Somewhere between the hum of the cicadas and the songs of the birds came a peaceful feeling. i had always loved the sounds of nature, although the melody i was most accustomed to was the crash of the waves and the cawing of the gulls.
Love Potion #12
The cicadas were loud where we sat, and were only trumped by louder motorcycles racing by on the freeway. "alright," brad said, energetically. "i'm having a drink." "yah, sounds good," i replied with only ten percent of his enthusiasm.
On the Side
Outside, the clear night sky hung like a sequined shroud over the sleepy capital, crickets and cicadas displacing the birdsongs of earlier. there was a breeze. it was still warm but no longer uncomfortably hot. "how do you not get lost in here?"
Young Love Murdered - Chapter 2: Hiding from the Truth
The door creaked as it opened, a deathly sound like the wings of a cicada rubbing their wings together.
The Tragic Story of Aeddan Smith: Subject 5 CH 8
The crickets seemed to become louder, and the cicadas more abundant. aeddan heard sounds of smaller animals moving through the underbrush followed by bigger ones hunting the smaller.
A Presence of Light
A semi-heavy sigh, wistful for crickets and cicadas. mockingbirds, too. nights hot enough to swim in, to make love on the river-bank. but summer was a few months away, still. the cattails weren't tall and swaying. not yet. but, oh, the promise was there.
The Faere, Cpt. 1
The birds had ceased their chorus and fled, the bees had all gone back to their hives, even the maddening chitter of the cicadas was absent.
Peep in the Woods
Few things were as pleasant to her as the incessant drone of cicadas in the trees and the occasional chirping of birds. she loved the gentle trickle of streams and the whoosh of the wind passing through the leaves.
Torpedo Run Chapter 25
Then the bug queen threw her head back and issued a chittering, gnashing roar, like a billion cicadas enraged, spitting tornadoes and lava in their wrath.
Adolphus' tails, Chapter 7 part 3
She could hear the crickets and cicadas calling out, along with the occasional owl or other creature of the night, but what she couldn't hear was the sound of a falcon moving though the forest oblivious to the fact that someone was tracking him.
The Lusty Weremilf Of Stoney Brook Falls: Part 2
**the lusty weremilf of stoney brook falls** **by writer wolf** chapter 2: homecumming a chorus of cicadas and the drowsy calls of crickets fell thick in the early evening air as jenny hightower walked down the well trodden forest trail, the cacophony