Frostpaw - Chapter 11: Underwater
A cicada, somewhere near the shore, sang its slow, monotonous song. the arctic fox felt the caress of the water as his paw slid over the surface.
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:8
"now vernon, i just heated you up a fish patty since we were having cicada loaf tonight and i know you aren't a fan of bugs." vernon scrunched his nose in disgust. "blech, yeah i'll pass on the loaf thank ya."
Chicago At Noon
It's noisy outside, the crickets and cicadas and all the other sections of the midnight orchestra in full swing. and it's warm, so warm and full of supper and dessert after, something she found to make, and a lot of it.
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.
United Through Two Worlds Chapter 5
Only the occasional cicada chirp broke the silence. however, as the folks down under slumbered, small sparks were appearing near one of the old cattle sheds. the sparks weren't noticeable at first, but they grew.
Ander - Chapter 8, Subchapter 1
Away in the distance, cicadas chirped their repetitive songs as though in complaint of the baking heat. and right here, beneath the softly swaying branches of a sycamore tree... "hello, emily," james said.
Doubt
Only the sound of cicadas filled the empty silence. i rubbed my eyes, then froze. murmuring? my ears perked up as i heard soft voices outside. carefully tiptoeing to the window, i caught shadows moving in the front yard.
Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 9
The cicadas rose and fell, occasionally punctuated by all of those other sounds.
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.
Rik the Wolf in... A Case of Mistaken Identity!
The cicada, on the other end, had ceased movement long ago. “at least let a bass or something grab it. i’m starving. over here… and i’m talking to myself out loud again, too.”
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.
Some Incandescent Light
And where you used to sleep bare, in the fur, with the window open (to hear the crickets and cicadas), the cicadas were now gone. the crickets, though, were holding on, but you had to close your window when you slept now. bare, but chilled.