M.G. Maderazo
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M.G. Maderazo is a Filipino science fiction and fantasy writer. He's also a poet. He authored three fiction books.
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Blood is Thicker When Summer Falls
The night before summer ended, we were appalled because a murder took place in town. The killer escaped, but we thought he was just roaming around and looking for another victim. The police didn’t arrive at the crime scene until the brother of the victim took him to the town hospital, a facility with limited medical supplies and equipment. The victim didn’t make it. We thronged outside the hospital. Through the stained window glass, we stared at the corpse lying on a stretcher, blood with little sweat streaming out from the right chest and stomach where the double-blade knife had cut through. Some kids, who were usually home at that time of the night, had sneaked out to witness a real corpse. It looked like a butchered hog, the one we usually see during fiestas. But the adults didn’t let them see. They frightened the kids by telling them that the killer was still free.
By M.G. Maderazoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Coaching
Arthur arrived late on Earth. He was supposed to park the ship in the hangar for inspection, but he didn’t, because before he landed, Winslow, his supervisor, had phoned him in to report to the office immediately. He frowned with frustration as he saw the sign over Winslow’s office door. John Winslow, Delivery Team Supervisor, Nanny Robot Galactic Services.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Banana-trunk Girl
Sonata was the most beautiful girl in town. She was benign. She was a Maria Clara, an epitome of a perfect Filipina. She had captured the hearts of all the boys in town. The rich boys from the neighboring towns would visit her regularly to court and lay their love on her. She was a daughter of a gobernadorcillo who was a Draconian. No boy could talk to her outside the house. Townsfolk knew that to be able to talk to her, one should pay her a visit and ask first for her father’s approval. Her father, Don Luisito, was a descendant of a powerful Spaniard, who was a confidante of Governor-General Miguel Lopez de Legazpi. That meant she was untouchable. A Spanish firing squad would execute anyone who dared touch her.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Infectious Smile
The green light was on. The people crossed the street, brushing shoulders and taking glances. On one side of the street, a traffic enforcer looked at the traffic light digital timer as it ran from sixty. And then he looked at the pedestrians. The digital timer flicked zero. The red light was on. The motorists suddenly beeped in deafening succession. The traffic enforcer’s eyes fell out. He gritted his newly brushed teeth. He raised up a whistle to his shaking lips and blew the air that came from his throat.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
The Inception of War Against the Coilers
I wasn’t born yet when the Coilers arrived. Father told me they came when Mother was six months pregnant. They came with vast spaceships, silently springing up in the skies after the green lights had shown up, like that of the Northern Lights. Father said the world hadn’t prepared for their coming. Because if we had, we could have won the war against them. We hid underground so they couldn’t see us. Some had taken off to space, and, by now, would have been dead of suffocation or starvation. They have killed millions of people around the world by tensely wrapping the human body to death as a snake does to its prey. That’s why we call them the Coilers.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Futurism
Orakne's Discovery - Part I
The sky was totally clear. No evidence of clouds, for they did not exist anymore. The air was boiling. It was 85 degrees Celsius. The ground was barren. Nothing was in it but rocks and soil. It was a place renounced by living creatures. Nothing was animated. It was a remote point. There was total silence that was deafening. The sun could burn humans who had lived five millennia ago. The place was planet Earth. Destructed… ruined… and lifeless.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
