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)
Nay-nay and Me
A new day. The sunlight seeps in through the triangle window of my room. I open my eyes, rub the dried tears with my fingers, and sit up on the bed, pillow still on my lap. I stand up and walk over to the slightly open door. A pleasant smell of garlic rice flies in the air. It’s Nay-nay’s trademark. I know when it’s not she who cooks, because I don’t like the smell. I climb downstairs and went to the kitchen. She sets the eating utensils on the table.
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
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. Maderazo3 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. Maderazo3 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. Maderazo3 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. Maderazo3 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. Maderazo3 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. Maderazo3 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. Maderazo3 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. Maderazo3 years ago in Fiction