A Little Situation
The crickets were chirping loudly in the sprawling fields of dead grass behind the mansion and the sky had that purple-grey tint to it that was sure to invoke some sort of serene feeling.
Its Quieter Here
About a few houses later the cricket and croak chorus were silenced by footfalls hitting pavement.
Kauto and MW Part 1
' 'i'm maiden wolf but people generally call me mw' 'maiden wolf that's an interesting name, hope you don't mind me asking were maiden's from' 'no not at all, it's a nickname really, that i got from my younger days of playing cricket
A moment of rest
You let the sounds of distant crickets and frogs calm you, their constant low hum a pleasant reminder of the life that surrounds you. you are ready. you close your eyes and take a deep breath once again.
Tropical Paradise Or Is It: Lapsus Mentalli
All is silent except for the "coquiing" of the "coquis", the cricketing of the crickets, the whistling of the grass making chords with the whistling of the wind through the mountains and the singing of the shore, which seemed to be making choir with the rivers
Home, Hearth and Heroes - Chapter 2
“humans like to call those things crickets," bob added. “crickets?" both jillian and yolaja asked.
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.
Kaiju ga Gotoku 3.4 - Hidden Treasures
The mole cricket grinned. "that's why we're getting this treasure, we want compen, comp...compton-stations!"
Deserted Pt.1
The area jumped to life as the sun fell into the horizon and now the domain of the desert belongs to the wildlife: coyotes howl, crickets chatter, lizards run around, and mustangs roam the area peacefully.
Of What Might Be
Little sound save the night song of the crickets and the wind through the leaves hung upon the air. a low rustling of the brush added briefly to the noise, and bright scales slid in and out of a patch of light.
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 16
She could hear the wind in the trees, the chirping crickets, and above all those, the snores. snores, snores, snores, all of them belonging to thick bastards sleeping oh so peacefully without a care in the world.
Waiting to be Human
They breath in tune, in time, with the rustling winds, and chirping of the crickets in the dew. the poignant scene is incuplable.