SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Maddie

One sad afternoon, I went to visit my brother's grave when I heard a noise. At first, I didn’t think of it much but I wish I had. So, I frantically shouted to it to be quiet but it never stopped. I looked up at the crimson misty sky which looked like it was going to be a full moon. I didn’t know what to do so I ran as fast as I could all the way home.
After I reached home I looked around but nobody was in. Where had they gone? AAAHHHHHH!. I heard footsteps coming towards me...

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Darcie

It was a sad, late Saturday evening when I escaped out of my room to sneak to my dad's grave in the graveyard. Once I arrived there, I decided that I would only go to check it out for twenty minutes. It was so foggy and misty at the graveyard. To my shock, there was a crimson coloured liquid dripping, like blood. Ten minutes had passed, I really wanted to run but instead I shouted, "PLEASE STOP!!" even though I knew no one could hear me. I was frantically running all over the place. "BANG!!!" What was that? As soon as I turned around, there my dad was behind me...

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Alexander

I had a friend. A friend that was strange, to say the least. He liked shouting, in fact he was shouting now, he liked shouting so much in fact, he once shouted at the manager at Tesco. His favorite color was crimson (which I think is a bit strange), he liked misty places, and would run around frantically when he sees the sun. I know, he sounds like a vampire on that last one, but, no, he's not. He just prefers darker places, and, thankfully, he has not sucked my blood yet. (Yay!) So, that was my introduction to my friend.

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Courtney

Flowers 

On that misty day, 

The flowers lay in the misty garden, 

But all you could see in the garden was bright colours. 

Red, yellow, purple and orange, 

But the brightest was the crimson red. 

They shone brighter than the bright stars in the night sky. 

As the mist was about the wind spun around them, 

They danced frantically in the wind, 

Their petals were falling off the stem. 

The flowers shouted, "Come play with us!" 

But little do they know soon it will all be over, 

They are in grave danger, 

Some kid will come and make its light fade, 

To an end. 

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Ella

"Hurry up!" Shouted Jamie.
"I'm coming. " answered Lucy his little sister, as she ran to catch him up. They pushed with all their might to open the crimson, rusty gate. Thousands upon thousands of tilting slabs of slate covered every inch of the grass. "They're grave stones," Lucy announced as she dragged her tiny hand along the rough stones. The gravel scuffed the bottom of her shoes. The ground opened as if it was about to swallow her up. In a second she was gone. Frantically, Jamie stood there. Nothing was in the misty air, another grave stone appeared.

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Maya

Sam loved life. But one day he was having a terrible day. He got in a fight and was in a bad mood. Then he suddenly got home and his mum was crying frantically. She said sobbingly that dad had died. She shouted and sobbed all night. 2 weeks later Sam went to the cemetery and saw his dad's grave. Sam looked at the gravestone sobbing. There was his name, Matthew Crimson carved on the stone. The air was misty and creepy so Sam headed back. Then he heard a creepy noise. It was like someone was calling his name...

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Millie

The land of clowns.

My name is Crimson nice to meet you,

Don't know me?

Well you will do soon!

I once went up to this grave,

And it said,

'If you can read this send a wave.'

I did it,

and next I knew,

I was in a room with the fireplace lit.

It was misty,

I frantically shouted, "HELP!"

Someone said, "Hello, did you miss me?"

I screamed,

I yelled,

And the person they leaned.

They said "Hello, welcome to Playland,

This is also known as, 'Land of the Clowns'.

He took my hand,

And sent me there without care.

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Clara

Sitting at the grave of my father, I stared through the misty darkness, guarding. Waiting. The crimson moon shone down, making the drenched ground look soaked in blood. I must have waited for hours before I heard the inevitable battle cry. "CHARGE!" A lumbering brute shouted, his vague outline visible in the twilight. Frantically, I prepared myself for the Great War my father had started, and that I would finish. The Normals never knew what hit them. My telekinesis smashed through their brains, killing them instantly. Finally, the Abnormals were free to rule the Earth, as nature intended, once more.

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Stuart

As I was walking through the cemetery I noticed an old relative's misty grave. Then I thought to buy her some crimson flowers [her favourite colour], until I was baffled by a voice that shouted, "What are you doing here at this time little boy?" 
Before he could ask me again I frantically ran back to my house. He came out with a hat and a walking stick - he looked innocent but you never know who to trust especially at night. As I got home I didn’t know what grave danger I was in, the guy was a murderer.  

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Scarlett

I frantically trampled through the mud. I did not know where I was going. He ran and shouted my name. My heart thundered. My hands shook. I could barely see through the misty, midnight air. I suddenly stopped.
The forest must have ended. I saw the apricot sunset ahead. I looked down and a grave stone. It was covered in moss and leaves, and bouquets of crimson flowers. I dug my nails in the carved letters and scraped some moss out so I could read it.

Scarlett B****** 2006-2018

I felt a cold, strong hand wrap around my neck...

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Lexi

“No! Please!” I shouted.

“I’m sorry but there’s nothing I can do.” whispered Mum, a tear rolling down her cheek. Not believing her, I frantically ran towards my bedroom but suddenly tripped and ended up skidding across the crimson carpet into Grandpa’s room. I couldn’t bear the pain any longer. “Mum, can we visit his grave?” I asked quietly.

“Of course we  can,” she said whilst reaching out her arms to give me a big hug. Just before I went to bed that night I looked out of the misty window and there was Grandpa’s star, shining down on me.

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Grace B

 I’ve just moved house to Illinois USA. I went to have a look at the graveyard behind my crimson fence, but there was one grave that stood out to me. It was [a] dull in colour and the letters on the headstone were unreadable so I had to scratch the letters out with my thumbnail and it read, “Fredrick Williams, sadly died on the 22 September 2000.” Wait that’s when I was born. “Chloe! Come on in its getting misty out there!" shouted mum.  I frantically ran to the fence jumped over and headed to the white door just then …