Life is Just a Storm- Chapter 18- Distance
It was haunting what meadowlark park had meant for him as well as klaus. and lukan felt that with tonight, it was going to mean yet another thing for them. his heart beat in his chest as hard as before, but for different and more daunting reason.
Black Sheep Wall
Where the eastern meadowlarks sang so cheerily, so verily. "well," the squirrel answered slowly, patiently, "your claws are extended from your pads, for one." his eyes darted to her big paws.
Bite Down
. \*\*\* then one summer he was down by the tracks leading south out of the city, in the fields where the sunflowers grew tall and proud, their heads heavy with seed for the meadowlarks and tanagers that wheeled and perched and cried
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 23: When the Sky came calling
Somewhere beyond the horizon, a meadowlark called, clear, bright, and alone. he rolled onto his side, blinking away the last threads of sleep… and froze.
A Refined Evening
With a steady hand, i slowly reached out to the meadowlark and caressed its head. "hey there, little one..." i spoke softly.
What I Know
The lilting promise of the meadowlark. full of spring and harbingers of things. giving this place a 'youth' that shouldn't realistically be there. the station was decades old, probably. he didn't know how old this place was, exactly.
Mine and Yours Part 2
._ the hair on his nape suddenly prickled and stood on end, and the meadowlarks which had been singing nearby fell dead silent.
Sympathy for the Devil
In the field behind the prison, i learned quickly, there are meadowlarks. this sort of thing, you know--when you see life not really quite as life is but as an impressionist painting with bright colours and nothing but happy people.
Mine and Yours Part 1
The sweet, high warble of meadowlarks singing their morning song serenaded his ears, and as cheerful as the music was, the dawn's early golden light streaming through the stained-glass window also brought a towering sense of dread._ **_'no... it's too soon
Demon Love #1 - Summoning
meadowlark park was vast, and the most privacy they were likely to get.
Demiurge/Reader Chapter 1
The meadowlarks call to one another and butterflies swim through the air, their wings like little fragments of stained glass.