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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Orakne's Discovery - Part II
Orakne’s grandfather was lying in a water-like circle bed. The bed is transparent, but it is not a liquid. Every household of Genebiev has this kind of water-like bed. It is very soothing to lie there, especially for someone who is sick. His grandfather was quite sick for a long time. Maybe the reason is age. His grandfather was already 750 years old. On Earth, he is 2250 years old since Genebiev planetary revolution is thrice as Earth. A Genebieven’s normal life span is only 700 years or over two millennia on Earth. Fortunately, his grandfather survived that long period.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
The Journal
October 1, 2012 Monday, 7PM I’m exhausted from writing for over two years without being able to sell even a single piece of story to any online magazine. Maybe I will quit writing this time. Who would ever buy a story written by someone who is not a master of the language?
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
The Comrade's Sacrifice
I looked down at my wristwatch as we made it to the village. It was twelve noon, but the day was pretty much gloomy. The sun hid behind the dark clouds, swimming like ghosts in the sky. The acacia trees enclosing us made the air cold, so that we didn’t take off our jackets.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
The Comrade's Sacrifice
Author's note: Please read part I first The next day, the weather was against us. In the morning, the heavy rain rapped the roofs of the houses. The wind battered the acacia trees surrounding the village. It was as if something knew what we were about to accomplish at midnight. It was as though the culprit of the missing children tried to frighten us to back out in performing our plan.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Cigarette Butts
Author's note: Please read Cigarette Butts (Part I) The Toyota van ran along the rocky and rough road of San Mateo, making dust coiled up in the air and settled in the coconut trees alongside the road. They drove past the villagers loitering outside their houses. The mayor opened the window and waved at them like he was a celebrity. Sometimes they bumped and bounced inside, but he still showed his untruthful smile.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Lady in the Mysterious House
Father had decided we settle in barangay San Roque, his birthplace. He said life in the rural area is not as tiresome as it is in the city because it is not as fast-moving as it is in the city. He would always say that to Mother, who hadn’t experienced living in the rural area. He would also add, “If we live in the city, we would old easily or die young.”
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Lady in the Mysterious House
Author's note: Please read Part I It was one Sunday morning right before the start of the mass. I had pretended to Mother that I was not feeling well. That alibi was also my suggestion to the brothers, but I thought they would have difficulty in convincing their parents that they were both sick. I had faith in Lolito. He would find a way. He was good at it and the naughtiest among us.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
