C.Z. Munu

Joined November 2020

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Writer and soon to be author. Currently working on a Fantasy novel and TV script. Reading books like it’s my job.

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In the Wake of A Nightmare
As I gazed through the French doors, a sweep of turquoise water stretched before me, waves crashing against the cliffs below with a rhythm that pulsed in my ears. This was the trip I had been longing for, and now that I was wrapped in its vivid reality, I felt lifted to a kind of heaven.
By C.Z. Munu 4 months ago in Fiction
Hospital Days, Heavy Hearts, and What It Feels Like to Be a Parent
I spent eight hours in the hospital the other day, watching my son flinch with every twitch of his broken arm, his face twisting as if the pain itself were gnawing at him from the inside. I swallowed my own tears, forcing myself to stay strong, to be his armor while mine cracked invisibly beneath the weight.
By C.Z. Munu 4 months ago in Families
Turning Split Soles
Backstory - When I was younger, I did ballet and ice skated. After a year or so of learning both, my parents had me choose between the two. At the young age of 5 I choose to continue in ice skating. For a long time I would look back on that decision and regret the choice, because the adult in me wanted to be a professional ballerina, or at least some modified version of that. It haunted me for a long time, I held resentment and dreamed of the life I had thrown away as a child. Melodrama followed me, as I dreamt of this opportunity that had been taken away from me. It took giving birth to my daughter and enrolling her in ballet to realize how ridiculous I had been. My parents wanted me to pursue one thing and excel in it, I got it now, as a parent, I understood what they did. I may have been young but I was given the choice, it was MY choice, and I CHOOSE to skate.
By C.Z. Munu 4 years ago in Confessions
Keeping Rhythm
The path is long and vacant, Surrounded by crawling vines, Littered with dry, broken trees. There was a faint hum in the air,
By C.Z. Munu 5 years ago in Poets
Learning to Take Pause
Someone asked me today how was I able to go from upset and crying to peaceful and positive? Simple, I think towards you. I search for words to speak to the mood I’m in. Reading calms me down because I know it’s giving me the tools and guidance to get through whatever I am gong through.
By C.Z. Munu 5 years ago in Poets
My Baby
After 9 months inside me she has finally arrived. A long-awaited journey to become a mother has been gifted to me. Precious, loud, attached, beautiful, soft, and loved.
By C.Z. Munu 5 years ago in Poets
Grace
His life felt as if it was ending, The weight of his troubles, Made him unable to move. He was a man, He was strong,
By C.Z. Munu 5 years ago in Poets
Blurry Vision
Vision is blurry, Thoughts are unclear, Questions arise, The truth is out now. This feeling is real, No time to heal,
By C.Z. Munu 5 years ago in Poets
A True-Realization
It was in that moment when she realized there is nothing more important than herself. She had focused so much energy on trying to maintain friendships that did nothing for her.
By C.Z. Munu 5 years ago in Poets
Aching for A New Dawn
The window was open, and she could hear the faint grinding of a lawn mower. The incessant rattle allowed her mind to escape her. She tried to concentrate but the fading screams of children at the school across the street had her longing for her own child. Her house filled with the smell of moist freshly watered plants and glowing sunshine. The sun surrounded her clear blue coffee cup and kept the liquid gold warm. As she glanced out the window, she realized that everything had changed this weekend. Her ability to forecast the future had disappeared and her knowledge of the past was forgotten. She had released herself from shackles and her entire body ached from the calamity of becoming free. She had been told that she was a ‘natural’, natural at causing disasters, but she thought differently.
By C.Z. Munu 5 years ago in Poets
Dark Open Spaces
Lying there awake she gazed at the black empty ceiling and thought about how she got here. She wondered what life would be like if she had been able to control other people’s choices.
By C.Z. Munu 5 years ago in Poets
Feeling Is seeing, Seeing Is Believing
It is inside you, You are it, Believe in yourself, Wisdom rises. Power can be manifested, Your strength resides in it,
By C.Z. Munu 5 years ago in Poets

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In the Wake of A Nightmare

Hospital Days, Heavy Hearts, and What It Feels Like to Be a Parent

Turning Split Soles

Keeping Rhythm

Learning to Take Pause

My Baby

Grace

Blurry Vision

A True-Realization

Aching for A New Dawn

Dark Open Spaces

Feeling Is seeing, Seeing Is Believing

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