Here is what I wrote and what Alexander (8) wrote. He decided location: Nevada; point of view, 1st person; and tense, past. Alexander gave me permission to post his story in my blog.
I parachuted into a swarm of locusts over the Nevada training base. It was in the flattest desert in the whole United States so that no one would get snagged on a mountain top. It was also in the driest place so that no one would drown in ten feet of water.
I heard the distant sound of crackling gun shots. The parachute drop was three miles from the CIA practice range.
“Alexander, over here,” I shouted to my parachute partner. He was tough as nails, a toughness gained from mining gold in the harsh environment of Mars.
I sank into a hole as deep as my disappointment over the failed promotion. Alexander got it. Yet, he was my partner.
How do I regulate my emotions? Do I pretend I have none or do I say something?
I infiltrated the Death Star over the main room. I smiled at my luck. It seemed that finally I would steal the plans.
Suddenly, someone shouted, “Hey you.”
Turning around, I saw a security guard. He sounded the alarm. I ran quickly to the exit.
My contact radioed me, but I could not check it, because someone tased me. My vision turned black, but not before my partner, Bob, flashed a cocky smile.
We wrote our stories independently!