HWC Challenge. Prompt: SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE
I shuddered at the thought of being SHOUTED at. I could almost hear somebody’s voice cutting through the cold MISTY air. I FRANTICALLY wondered where everyone else was. I could feel the cold mist cut into my bones, freezing them as my breath curled up in the air like a spiral of smoke rising from a fire. Deep in the mist, I could hear GRAVE voices speaking quietly. Who were they? What did they want? I look the other way, and saw a flash of CRIMSON in the corner of my vision. I shrunk back, unsure of what would happen.