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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Fearful Peep
My pregnant wife and I rented a small house in the slum areas of Mandaluyong City. The house had two rooms. One was elevated over the other. If you enter the house, you will observe a limited living area which was also our bedroom. It can only accommodate four people. On the right side, from the door, was a four-step staircase up to the elevated room. On the left side were the utensils’ case, dishwashing area, and an intolerant comfort room. The living area was also our kitchen, aside from being a bedroom.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Stay with me Forever
I was dreaming of going back to the time I had committed my greatest mistake, to change and correct it. I left the only love of my life because of reasons like misunderstanding and incompatibility. We were always in strife and believed that we were not meant for each other. But, since then, I have realized that I made a mistake leaving her and living my life without her by my side. Since then, I have been thinking about going back to that time so that things would not be like this so that she would have not left me so that she would have not vanished… died.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Confession of a Monster
That night, I was standing beneath the locust tree, looking up at the thick clouds covering the full moon. I’d waited for the moon to show up and shine down at me. The clouds swam right in a moment, slowly, slowly, disclosing the brightness of the moon. I drew in the cool night air around me, deeply. I smelled the fragrance of the decaying leaves, the rotting bodies of animals, of humans, in this so much a remote place. The moonlight bathed my body. I felt the pleasure of exaltation. The strength and power I’d been waiting for a month encroached on me. I gritted like I was going to crunch my teeth. I stiffened my cheeks and jaws, closed firmly, my hands releasing the muscles of my arms, hardened my abdomen and thighs, and braced my knees tensely. I welcomed the full moon of the month and I welcomed the entrance of the spirit of darkness into my soul.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Father's Stake
Everything is in disorder now. The world has been in chaos since they arrived. They’ve almost wiped out humans on Earth. They’ve dug out plants and trees and put them into their vast ship orbiting Earth. They’ve slaughtered animals and burned them off. That’s their intelligent way of softly killing us. They know that without plants and animals, we could not survive. They’ve also captured some of us and tortured to death.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Incident after Three
Mitch was done taking in calls at two-thirty in the morning. She had been waiting for Bogs outside the call center building. Almost thirty minutes had gone past already. She was not supposed to go home alone at three. It was risky. But Bogs was insistent.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Two Knocks
The witch doctor said to never open the door when you hear only two knocks. The usual person knocks many times when he’s in a hurry or knocks more than twice when nobody opens the door after the first try. If it’s only two knocks, then never expect it’s a person.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
How Pedong Became an Arbularyo
The power of an Arbularyo to heal sick people with a malady caused by either witchcraft or mischievous elementals is normally bequeathed to him by his ancestors. It is passed on from one generation to the next through a ritual performed before the demise of the expiring bearer. But for Pedong, his ancestors didn’t give on him such power. He became an Arbularyo through acuity and bravery.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Commit a Crime, We'll Always Know
The hologram screen displays complex interconnections of thin green lines. The lines represent the lively streets of Lypee City, the only city in the world that has the lowest crime rate in five months. A yellow dot emerges on one horizontal line bordering the city. It continuously blinks in rhythm to an alarm sounding through the operator’s earphones.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Itnaya's Sacrifice at World's End
The ship whirred like a giant bee. It darted above, swishing the trees in town. Itnaya looked up and choked. Tears flowed out from his weary eyes. When the ship vanished in the darkening morning light, Itnaya moved out of the house. He looked back to the house and remembered Shiya and their two sons waving goodbye at him during the days when he would leave for his daily job in the city. He swallowed a lump that had formed in the throat.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
