How To Become a SMARRT Storyteller

Getting Readers to Read Your Stories

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I jerked awake. My heart was pounding. I could barely breathe. I lay frozen in my bed.

I scanned my bedroom, moving only my eyes. It was dark. I frantically wondered: What had woken me? Who was out there? Would they hurt me? Kill me?

Every muscle in my body was tense. Ready to spring out of bed instantly. If I had to.