Cicada: Prologue (A Story By Crowmos)
#1 of cicada a story written by me crowmos.
To Chase a Rabbit: Tragic Ending
The cicada volunteers to ride with the boy, in order to see the boy through to the morgue.
Silhouette of a Dream Chapter I
Chapter i the deafening _wheet-wheet_ of cicadas' twilight song muffled the steps of a lone teenage boy as he walked down the empty highway.
The Morning Rush (Chapter 1)
With that, she opened the door and headed out into the bustling hallways of cicada hive.
Heart of the Forest ~ Chapter 1
The light of the moon felt dimmed, the darkness had thickened, the cicadas had fallen silent. and he was not alone.
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.
Faust.
I'd sell my soul for night, for the symphony of cicadas as we recline and stare at the sky, the countless stars mirrored in your eyes as though the entire universe slept within you.
Heart of the Forest ~ Chapter 3
The lynx lingered out after the sun had dropped below the horizon and enshrouded the forest in the pleasantly warm cloak of night, but once the other hunters departed he was left alone among the trees and cicadas.
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.
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.
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.