Author Matthew Heneghan

The story I am about to tell you is not unique. But it is uniquely my own. I say that it is not unique because there are many like me. Thousands… millions… and even more. On a damp, muggy summer’s night in June of 2015 my life was about to…

The air around me was hallow and cold. Each breath danced vaporously in front of my nose. Whenever a voice would bellow out, it would reverberate with a staccato until finally coming to rest in the fibers of the wood benches that had been designed for spectating. I could feel…

Anyone who has ever had to move can likely attest to the abhorrent nature of it. The tedious chore of placing one’s life into boxes, bags and footlockers for the purpose of migration are all staples in the song and dance of relocation. On the list of life’s most arduous…

I can’t tell you when things became as toxic as they were between us; what I can tell you is that our relationship had devolved into a poisonous cohabitation of tortured matrimony. I have spent the greater part of today thinking about love and romance. Or rather, the lack thereof.…

A few minutes ago, I lay down to sleep. As I quieted my breathing and coaxed my eyes to embrace as one, the land of now started to fade away. There is a poison that rests within me. It’s always there, even if not always venomous. As I drifted further…

If I am not flawed, I am nothing. This is the truest description I have of myself. I am a man who in many ways lives as a shell of his former being. There are ways in which I have improved, sure. But this does not change nor negate the…

My mum fancied herself a lawyer. No, she didn’t have a crush on one… she quite literally felt as though she was one. Years of comprehensive observation of such litigious T.V. classics as: Law & Order S.V.U., Chuck Norris’s Walker Texas Ranger and CSI: (wherever the hell they are this…

What started out as an innocuous excursion to the convenience store, quickly devolved into a mephitis of nightmare… Where I live, summer is in full swing. The days have been long and resplendent, and the nights… equally as gorgeous. This means that I have been spending as much time as…

This story, like so many, begins in a bar. But its origins are not rooted there… I had finished work a little while ago, and the thought of going home was not an attractive one. I knew what was waiting for me and although it would have been fairer of…

The stand off was intense, unforgiving and prolonged. If there was an ambient soundtrack to this scene, it would certainly have been from an old western. To my right, Drew, my best and most loyal friend. And directly in-front of us, a quarrelsome duo; Toby and Brad. I stared through…