M.G. Maderazo
Bio
M.G. Maderazo is a Filipino science fiction and fantasy writer. He's also a poet. He authored three fiction books.
Stories (70/0)
The Falcon Cannot Hear The Falconer
Laura found Alicia sitting in the bamboo hut anchored by the mango tree outside their house, cupping her face under the dimming yellow light bulb hanging overhead. She saw her granddaughter sobbing, her youthful voice trying to push her hands away from her mouth. Tears drenched Alicia’s palms as if she was making a cup out of her hands and catching the water falling from a fountain. The hut quaked as Alicia shook from sobbing. Laura could see it from the porch despite her eyesight and darkness. Or perhaps she couldn’t see it, but what she felt and thought about Alicia right now made her see it. She walked to her, slowly taking steps from the porch down to the pavement, and to the bamboo hut. Alicia noticed her, but she kept on crying. Laura stepped into the bamboo hut, touched Alicia’s shoulder, and squeezed her around her old and infirm arms. “Let’s pray to God that they will return your little brothers.” Laura couldn’t help the tears from coming out, too.
By M.G. Maderazo2 years ago in Fiction
The Falcon Cannot Hear The Falconer
Omar searched the house inside and outside a million times until the crickets crept on the leaves of the mango trees around the subdivision and sang their hymn under the dimming light of the nightfall. He exhaled and hunkered on the step of their front porch, sweats from his face dropped to the wooden step, thoughts fully occupied with the things he wanted to do to find his sons. He looked up into the tangerine and purple sky and saw birds flying off to their home to begin to rest and sleep. He thought if these birds were young birds, they might sleep with their parents. Unlike his twins, who were now nowhere to be found and probably had no house to go home to, no parents to cuddle to, no parents to play with them, and no parents to read them bedtime stories. He realized it had been a long time since he spent a fair moment playing with the twins, reading them stories before they go to sleep, and embracing them longer than until such time that they could feel his love. He realized his shortcomings. He and Lyn had been soaked up with their jobs since the COVID-19 pandemic, the introduction and inoculation of its vaccine, and up to the time when the companies they worked for stuck to the work-from-home mode for it had helped cost-cut business expenses. They had relied on letting the kids play mobile games and online games and watch YouTube videos, although they had set restrictions. Lyn had wanted to hire a nanny, but Omar didn’t like it. For him, it was not practical, considering that they both were working from home and they could do both; their jobs and tending to their kids.
By M.G. Maderazo2 years ago in Fiction
The Falcon Cannot Hear The Falconer
The time when humanity would cease to exist was about to happen sooner than later. It could happen tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. But it would be sooner than expected by any scientist, by any religious fanatic, by any nation leader, or world leader, or by people who believed that humanity would thrive throughout the universe. It would happen soon. But for the exemplary parents of identical twins, Enzio and Claude, today was the end of their world. Today, for Omar and Lyn, their world had fallen and seemed to stop existing. Because their twins were gone from sight like a bubble popped in the air.
By M.G. Maderazo2 years 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. Maderazo3 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. Maderazo3 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. Maderazo3 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. Maderazo3 years ago in Futurism
