Unexpected, Undeserved ~ Chapter 26 + epilogue
The cicadas continued to quiet themselves, dripping down from the sound of the day to a low buzz around noon and early evening, and from there, to nothing.
Omatsuri
Once he had enough fish, he collected his finds from the day and hurried back home, disappearing into the deepening dusk and the heavy din of cicada song. the small shack he called home sat quiet and unassuming in the darkness.
The night of dragons
Only crickets and cicadas filled the air with their usual songs. it wasn't annoying, it just took a few moments before your ears would get used to it, to then keep company to the ones who braved the night. along with the stars.
Under the Moonlight of a Buckeye Tree
The cicada's were out this year again, and their chorus rose and fell in sequence through the oak and walnut treetops.
Sacrificial Manhood
Except for the lapping of the water and the continuous drone of the cicadas, the humid night was silent and pregnant with anticipation.
Unexpected, Undeserved ~ Chapter 24
A gentle breeze blew through the trees overhead, filling his ears with their soft, sweet rustling in the space left by the cicadas, dying down over the days as summer truly neared its end.
Just a little trouble in the Amazon
It sounded like a cicada, or a large bee, or maybe a _mapinguari_. if it was, seeing one would be fantastic, as few europeans had ever reported anything about this elusive creature.
On Tv
A background chorus of cicadas exploded into their droning cheer. "keep telling your lies. we keep to our plans. we have a war to finish." he turned, and flexed his wings, shouldering them, raising them high, and paused. he glanced at his shard.
August 8: Secret Guitar Lesson
Even when i had already experienced many natural scenes since my arrival, i still couldn't get enough of them: the smell of the earth and grass, the blowing breeze, the rustling leaves, and the sounds of the cicadas.
Wasp's Surrogate 1
He lumbers through the streets of the city, the chirping of crickets and cicadas serenading one another as a racket and a testament to the debauchery of the town.
Befriended
The cicadas churr-churred in rising, rising ... crescendo! falling, falling ... to silence (though brief). to churr-churr again. outside the window, in the trees. the cicadas lingering, and the birds in their whistling songs, and ... the sun was out.
Dante | Chapter III
Yawning, the pup finally drifted off to an unsettled sleep, as the cicadas sang their melancholy song, and far away, the owlets dried their tears.