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Charlotte is just an ordinary girl, who has grown up hearing stories about magic but never believing them. 
Why are their traditions so strict?
Why are the stories so specific?
Most of all, What if it's true, after hearing her whole life that it's false?

Share your stories, it is safer then holding them in.

Cerah Vienna is a happy-go-lucky-little-ray-of-sunshine kind of girl with a secret hobby- writing. She is shocked(to say THE LEAST) when a world she created, in one of her stories, comes true and threatens to destroy her picture perfect reality. Will she be able to face the wrath of her own creation? Join the grand journey to find out.

Endless stories are told around the world. All day, every day, there's always a new story to be told, and a new tale to be heard. Maybe it's not new, but at least you haven't heard it yet. These stories can be boring or entertaining. Long or short. Some stories paint a vivid description of its events. Some are bland with depictions, and leave the imagery to the imagination. With an infinite amount of events occurring constantly, and an infinite amount of words being combined in an infinite amount of ways, there truly is an indefinite amount of stories. These stories can be happy, sad, and they can make you feel many other emotions as well. These stories are often so popular, they're bought and sold like commoddities. Because if the story is good enough, it becomes one. Straying away from published works, stories are often shared by word of mouth, and received by ear. These stories could be random juicy tidbits about the people in your neighborhood, like "Oh, did you hear that Mr. Kayaba is divorcing his wife", but they can also be more immature but exciting stories like "Supposedly, if you head to the cafe at night, you can see a ghost if you stare behind the counter long enough". These are the most common, and are always being spread. Almost like a virus. Day in and day out, short little tales and anecdotes like that about anything and everything make their way through the air. These are the most common, and you've likely caught wind of them- or something similar. These often overlooked, but never missed stories. However. Most of those stories are false. Stories that didn't happen.
Wives' tales.
Rumors.
Street gossip.
Local legends.
All of which are never true. Their only purpose is to deceive. These rumors are made up by people who have boring lives, to make life less boring. Maybe, if enough people hear about this, they'll start to believe it is a common thought process. These lies, passed as tales, are made up. Entirely fabricated. They exist  for nothing more than to be spread. That is what they're for. Perhaps the nature of all stories is to be told, but there are some stories which are not to be told.
     If something remotely odd happens in a small uneventful town, the account of that will be twisted, until it becomes a lie that sounds real enough to believed and interesting enough to resonate on the tongues of the townsfolk, and sent out to pollute the town. Those townspeople received news of a shocking discovery, but in reality, what they've heard is far from the truth, and what they got was a lie disguised as a story whose only purpose is to be spread.
Who cares if it's a lie? If the only purpose of the story is to be told, then what's so bad about it if it is?
If the truth to the story was never augmented, then whatever. But this is a lie. False information. Events that did not occur. When such a thing is created and spread, the intention is for it to reach as many people as possible. Who's to say that the lie can't become the truth?
If that half baked false account starts to be believed by everyone, does that make it the truth? Does it make it their truth? Does a lie which is perceived as true by all become close enough to the truth to be passed as the truth? If the truth isn't evident, why not just pick something and decide that that's the truth?
The truth is always undefined, uncertain.
If you stubbed your toe walking down the street, but ten people who saw you walking down the street say that you didn't stub your toe, does the truth shift? Does the truth bend to majority?
Reality and the truth are assumed to be one, or the same. They're often used as synonyms for each other. But reality is real. It's what actually happened, is happening, and will happen. The truth is what is believed to have happened, what is believed to be happening, and what is believed will happen in the future. The truth is often far from reality. And this is a scary thing.
What you know to be true, what you know is a fact, could be a lie. Conversely, what you know to be a lie, a fabrication, may be the truth. But applying the ideology that the truth can be decided using the imagination of a group and a vote, the truth and a lie are the same. But what's separate from all that, is reality.
This story, unlike most tales, is reality, and the truth. This story actually happened, and was agreed upon by all who know of it to have happened. The purpose of all tales, true or not, is to be told. It could be argued, however, that this tale is one not meant to be told. It's one that might be better kept a secret between those aware of it. But a debate of whether a story should be told or not is just as agitating as discerning the truth from a mix of reality and lies. Reality(or maybe not reality), truth, and lies, they could be the same. Whether or not a tale is meant to be told, or it should be told, might not matter in the end. It might all be the same.
But, this story, which undoubtedly happened, shouldn't have happened. And that's different.

Our shut-in protagonist begins his plans for spring break: avoid everyone and stay inside reading. Perfect plan, except for when the time he has to leave his house comes. By chance he stays out a bit too late, by chance he takes a tiny detour, by chance he encounters a strange woman, and by chance he remembers what he dismissed over the phone earlier- rumors of a vampire attacking late at night. The unfortunate series of wrong turns made by our protagonist gets even worse, when the encounter with the mysterious woman goes wrong; not that it could have gone right.

Some Urban Legends are claimed to be true stories that are too good to be true. Different cultures, religion, and country has their own stories about unusual things. Some of the Urban Legends are created to scare the children to make them sleep early or to preventing them to go in a certain place.

This is my collection of Urban Legends around the world and some of the stories in this work is based on a true story. 

"Come and join me, let's dive to the supernaturals!"

p_mamang

This is a collection of my own version (some) of different urband legends around the world. Some of the stories are work of fiction, any names, event, stories and characters are fictitious but some stories are based on true event.

Hi!

First of all, thanks so much for reading my story, Army of True Salvation. :) 

Currently, I've asked for someone to translate this story into pure Tagalog and someday soon, I will be editing this story so that cringey moments would be changed and it won't be so "conyo" to read. XD

Another thing, if you're interested, the English version of Army of True Salvation is still ongoing and is also about to end in a few days. :) This version is earlier by a day so soon, the English version would be finished. 

Also, to be honest, the English version of Army of True Salvation is better and I did some major changes in the story (maybe even for Sheloah's love preference. :O). If you are interested, you may read the story, just search "Army of True Salvation (English)" and it will show up. ^^ As of now, the English version has 140k+ views more compared to this version. :)

I would also like to plug in my other stories. :) If you are interested, here are the titles and provided below are their specific synopsis as well. ^^ 

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1. The Arcane Book 
Status: Completed
No. of Chapters: 28
Genre: Fantasy-Male Lead
Views: 31k
Synopsis:
Only those with great intentions can see this book and those chosen by the book will make its desired story... but you will never return.

2. Accidentally Made a Harem of Familiars With a Kiss
Status: Ongoing
No. of Chapters: 4
Genre: Fantasy-Female Lead (Reincarnation)
Views: 1,592
Synopsis:
Aranea Nestmile, together with her twin sister, Elenea Nestmile, received an invitation to enroll in a magic school.
Their foster mother was ecstatic to receive such news, however, she felt doubt on how Aranea had received such an invitation, when in fact, she did not possess any magical powers, compared to her twin sister having musical healing powers!
That was what most people thought... until Aranea kissed her phone, transforming it into a man who claimed to be her loyal familiar!
Maybe Aranea may not be as powerless as they think she is...

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After I finish Army of True Salvation (English), I would be focusing on Accidentally Made a Harem of Familiars With a Kiss and it would be a LONGER novel compared to the stories I've done now. :)

If you are interested, please do support me. ^^ Leave a comment, review, send power stones, rate my chapters, and suggest my stories to your friends. :)

Even though you're silent readers, you reading my work motivates me but you leaving feedback would motivate me even more! (*U*)

Again, I am very thankful that you have read my story and thank you for inspiring me to continue writing and to make more stories. ^^

PS: There are two chapters I've posted after this announcement which shows a preview on the English version. Feel free to read! ^^

Hindi mo inakala ang ganitong pangyayari. Nananahimik ka lang, nakikinig sa klase, at bigla na lang nagbago ang mundo.

Zombie Apocalypse.

Are you ready to survive, fight for your life, and strive in order for you not to die?

Are you willing to carry a knife, hold a gun, and kill zombies even though they may be your family, friends, or someone you know?

It's your choice.

You may choose to survive or if you are too scared, you may choose to die and become a zombie.

But if you have chosen to survive...

You are already part of the "Army of True Salvation."

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Credits to Janrae Mendoza for the book cover for Army of True Salvation (TagLish).

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#The following wasn't part of the manuscript but written on a loose sheet stuck between pages. It may or may not belong here.#
****(POV) 
"At the very edge of this world legends say exists a tree older than the world itself. Surrounded by..." 
"Is that true?! Is it?!" 
"Stop interrupting boy! 
Anyway, no one knows for sure. 
But it is true that there is a mythical forest where every creature is strong to the point of shaming the most powerful of heroes. 
For confronted to them we are naught but specks of dust." 
"*Gasp* Seriously?!" 
"Yes seriously. There reside beings we cannot even fathom. 
Any single ant there able to overpower the strongest warrior of the adventurer's guild. 
Any random bystander able to put to shame the wisest and most powerful of mages of the white city of knowledge. 
Any weapon lying around able to make the most benevolent monk lose his mind from touching it. 
Simply walking around could traumatize the strongest of priests for they can stumble upon real deities. 
Any random …" 
Then interrupts a voice showing obvious disdain. 
"Don't listen to that man! 
There is no way any of that is true! 
You should focus on things that matter like getting accepted into a warrior's academy! 
Don't listen to the silly talks of the errant beggars like him!" 
"Bye mister let's…" 
"Just come already!"
A beggar is it? 
Silly talks eh? 
Well, it is true that it's been a while since I last showered.
Also true that all these stories won't have anything to do with ordinary people at all. 
In fact, everyone should stay really far away from that place for sure. 
Not just the ordinary people. 
The truly strong should avoid it too or have their pride shattered to bits. 
Then comes a melodious laughing voice. 
"Haha, mothers these days are extremely protective, aren't they?" 
I turn around. 
There stands a man dressed in colorful clothes. 
He has a lute across his back. 
A bard is it? 
"They sure are. Still, it is kind of sad to hide a child from the world. At some point, they will have to fly on their own." 
"Well, in their eyes fictive stories are nothing but useless talk. Can't say I completely disagree with them. Especially on days where feeding oneself proves hard." 
"Oh? What is it about fictive stories?" 
"Well, it lets one dream, keeps the morale up, and is awesome, but some people are just too realistic and don't see all the good it actually brings *sigh*. 
We were not meant to live on this earth simply to toil and suffer. One needs to find a source of joy somewhere. That's where dreamers like us come in haha." 
I can feel both self-depreciation and hope in his laughter. 
"Hum, you misunderstand me. What makes you think my stories are fictional?" 
"Oh? Of course, your stories are truly real! Haha. Sorry I almost committed a faux pas. From one storyteller to another I need to admit you are doing a good job at it!" 
"You see, every story I tell is veridic. It makes this easier, to be honest." 
"Oh? I love your dedication! I am Willun, a traveling bard. How should I address you?"
"Grimweld, just an ordinary old man." 
"Please you don't look older than 30. There is no way you are …. oh! 
I see, Grimweld the previous guild master of the adventurer's guild headquarters! 
Haha, just don't let too many people hear that some adventurers can be a bit fanatic at times. You see…"
He is trailing on and on. Should I scare the youngling a bit? 
Why not haha. 
I ever so slowly start releasing my aura. 
I want to scare him, not kill him. 
"…he is a role model for most of them and their idol. If they know you are using his name to tell stories they might very well….OH MY GOD!" 
0_0
He suddenly stops talking. 
I wave my hand in front of him a few times yet he remains blank. 
It takes a while until ….
"Y-YOU, Y-YOU …ARE HIM! You are Grimweld! What are you?! How?! Why?!" 
"That's what I just said, didn't I? Weren't you listening?" 
"Of course, I was but …Then the story earlier?!" 
I simply look at him calmly. 
He seems extremely excited. 
Wasn't I some adventurers' idol? 
Why is he, a bard, acting like that haha. 
"Wait what did you say about the strongest of warriors?!" 
"A simple ant there can overpower them." 
"Oh my god! How is that possible?! You are the strongest there is! How can ants even compare to your greatness?!" 
"No, you have it backward. It is I that couldn't compare to their greatness. 
Any being able to live there is more deserving than I am. 
I barely survived my journey thanks to my luck. 
And I barely ever stayed on the edge of it." 
"Then everything else you said about …" 
"All true." 
"Then why are you not using your legendary status to tell people?! Why are you here on the street and..." 
"Would it make a difference? It would either unnecessarily scare some or spark some misplaced greed." 
"That…there is no way …. Actually, no it would happen. Humanity is stupid." 
He gets it at least. 
"Say, is there anything about a bard in your story?!" 
"Of course!" 
I can see him holding his breath with expectation. 
Waiting for my every word as if it was gold. 
"The most creative of the bards end up feeling like clowns…. for their wildest imagination cannot even hold a candle to what happens daily there. 
The normality of these beings is worthier than any epic that was ever composed or ever will." 
He seems extremely fidgety. 
I can see his face turn red from the excitement. 
He clenches his fist. 
I can see his lips moving about as if doing a silent oath. 
"Thank you so much! I will always remember your kindness!"
"Planning on heading there are you?" 
He gives an embarrassed smile. 
"Indeed. There is no way a true bard could ever resist the attraction of such a place." 
"No matter what?" 
"No matter what!" 
He leaves happily. 
It is nice to be young and to dream. 
Oh well seems I killed another one. 
I really need to stop recounting that story. 
This place is one where legends go to die after all. 
Well, younglings too. 
What can I say, when getting older one gets the desire to ramble…

Yggdrasil’s Pupil. 
A direct representative of the God Tree. 
A protector and a bridge with the world. 
No one truly knows where he came from. 
The one that would come to lead them all. 
Guiding the Eternal Forest’s inhabitants. 
A place of myth and legends. 
All we know is he left his mark everywhere in the world. 

I spent my whole life looking for answers. 
I just found a manuscript apparently shedding light on it all. 
I just have one thing to say:
“What the fuck is this?!” 
*Sigh* 
I will just copy it in its entirety. 
You guys can judge for yourselves. 

*PS: Volume 1 is mostly Slice of Life ;)*

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