The Morning Rush (Chapter 1)
Most however found themselves drawn to cricket university of freedom hive for exchange programs or research, or to marvel at its massive telescope that had been built by the sandwings as part of a cultural exchange years ago. but cicada hive?
Mongrel's Memoirs: Malloy Part 1
The insects continued to sing, cicadas shrill, crickets staccato. it was warm and muggy, a picturesque summer night. the two grew quiet, mongrel smoking and sipping, grim leaning on the porch railing and looking out over the pasture.
1.4 - Every Hour Here
Hearing crickets. or what sounded like crickets. "we should probably make a little fire. before it gets pitch black." "didn't we already?" was her smiling whisper. he let out an airy giggle.
A Fox In Socks
Another cricket joined the first, then a third and her traveling ears rotated to catch the sounds. yet, despite the growing chorus, she found herself distracted.
Anima Chapter 17
If you start eating crickets, i will have to assume." westin looked slightly confused. "crickets? why would i eat those?" "well, you know..." nash said. "isn't that what jays eat?" "i have no idea. nor do i want to know!"
Lateral Move 2
"they're crickets. they fully understand you're the dominant one. you're the big, scary, powerful monster lady and every cricket in the tri-state area knows it. no cricket fucks with you. not one." she nodded in agreement. "i'm big and scary.
An Inner Impulse Rent the Veil: Movement One
He paused yet again, the crackle of the campfire and the sound of the crickets, without the loudest trilling voice that should have been amongst them, seemed to become louder in drake's ears - the eyes of his students did not waver and it gave him a needed
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.
Chapter 3: The Way Of The Warrior, Part 3: Tricks of The Trade
After i have flown over the cricket, memorizing its color, its design, its structure, i turn away and try to expand my consciousness to hear everything around me yet nothing at all. it is definitely harder than it seems.
OTHER WAYS
I hope you enjoy this, my friend it is a pacific night in the dearly farm, the cricket's sounds fills the environment at the farm.
In Totality
crickets. frogs. trilling and chirping incessantly. _don't they ever get tired?_"what gave you the idea to do this? have sex during an eclipse? that's so-" he shook his head. "specific." "pardon me.
Fishcreek
Creek would drown out two souls' bonding the warm smell of petrichor still reminds me of you leaning against the same willow's bark, these memories return to me the centipedes that crawled our ankles as if they were hills the chirping of crickets