North Head - Chapter 1 - Margaret
_margaret_ i stood on the verandah for a moment, the still summer air alive with cicadas as i shook my mane to dry it.
Lil' Red Rider
Only the cry of the cicada filled the cold, blustery air as the girl's silent sobs dripped along her cheeks as no one came to answer her cries. the first signs of the throaty growl of the engine came as a mere whisper.
1.5 - Acceptable Risk
In the background, crickets and cicadas. or whatever night-bugs populated such a place. he remained inside her as long as he could before his wet, shrinking penis clumsily flopped out. she heard the sound it made and chuckled.
Stellar Wayfarer: Three
By now sensor data is in, and our mysterious friend is identified as an old cicada class frigate, the predecessor to the horizon class.
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book II: Chapter 15
Muslar listened to the cacophonous cicadas and some of the crickets making noise around the forest. he thought he'd started screaming for all the insects to be quiet, but he found it oddly comforting.
Heart of the Forest ~ Chapter 15
Slowly sulla came to recognize the constant drone of cicadas and crickets and little frogs, all around them. "a memory, and a bad dream. a bad omen.
Heart of the Forest ~ Chapter 14
Nbsp; lannon kept his eye on the wolf beside him as they trudged through the woods, sounds of nature all around them from the rustling of trees in the breeze, the overlapping songs and calls of the birds, the chittering of insects, the rhythm of the lovely cicadas
Royal Gala
She'd tasted like cicadas. they'd come early this year, you see. and bats ate them (and lots of bugs; had to, as part of their natural diet). she and akira (their daughter) had been munching on them all morning. 'they're like blueberries.
Addiction - Chapter Seven: The Discarded
I waited in the sunshine, listening to the whine of cicada, hoping that he would return with a nice fat stack of bills. he was selling off a good bundle of my childhood, my very own history. he'd better come back with top dollar.
Father of Dogs: Punk Rutted
I could hear the faint sound of a car alarm farther down the road, a cicada on the branch of a nearby oak, the chirp of birds and the slurp of tongues sucking and licking. gripping dukes knot, i worked the length like it owed me another load.
The Good Cat
Songbirds and cicadas called in the distance over the rustle of the wind in the boughs. and wasn't that part of it? singing? all bird pokémon -- pidgeys, for example -- sang and twittered and chirped. but not all of them talked.
A Reading From the Gospel According to the Wolf
The night was already filled with cicadas and every sundog-bright halogen streetlight had its own powdery galaxy of moths. "welp," said curtis, "this's where we part ways.