A Homecoming Surprise
The lights were off and the only noise that could be heard were the sound of cicadas and crickets performing their usual evening symphony.
The Leaves of Fall Act 2: Fear the Nobodies (Part 24)
\>he turns around excitedly to face class \>someone coughs and you swear you could hear crickets chirping in the distance \>all the exuberance drains from his face \>he coughs, tugs nervously at his collar, and carries on as admirably as he can after
The time is right...
He's a big fan a cricket, and is part of the team. even though we are friends, he has never explained the rules to me.
It's Tough Living on a Farm - Part 3
They rode on in silence from then on, with nothing but the wind on their faces, their hooves on the ground, and the chirping of the crickets echoing in the night to keep them company.
New encounters
Taking some water out of my pack, i took a few sips and listened to the crickets chirp a soothing melody. "hopefully i'll have better luck in this next town" i thought to myself.
Black Ant Down
As the crickets fell silent, though, max started to stir... and then his bed dropped out from under him before slamming back up into his chest.
A Birthday Secret
The cool air surrounded the backyard and the soft murmuring crickets filled the atmosphere in the calm neighborhood. jason's dad reminded the boys, "ok, guys, remember, if you need anything come inside and knock on our door.
Hibernia
The quiet thrum of crickets in the marsh faded as he walked on. he gritted his teeth for every dead leaf and random twig that he stepped on.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 11
crickets chirped outside, endlessly searching for partners to slake their lust before winter came to claim their lives.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 13
crickets chirped and an icy breeze blew through the village, allowing the trees to whisper their secrets to each other, making the skulls rattle at the gate. how he hated that sound, that hollow, clunky, dikkety-dok.
A Walk in the Woods
Here and there frogs croaked and peeped, snails crawled silently along the ground, and even the crickets chirped happy little songs. the flowers soon proved to be a distraction, in their myriad of colors and forms.
Redemption: Reminisce
crickets chirping, singing that song (or whatever it was) slowly and constantly. my wing flexed back and forth as the night wore on, the grandfather clock not even working properly as it went counterclock-wise.