Author Matthew Heneghan

Weather you are young or old, you have likely heard that word by now… The word that strikes emotion deep within the hearts of some, whilst causing perplexity in the minds of others. A word often spoken as a whisper, and in some circles, viewed as a sin. A word…

Some of the worst things I have ever heard in my life have been told to me over a phone, or through the tiny holes of a radio receiver. A metallic voice that clamored in my ear with some form of news. I learned of my mother’s death over the…

As another therapy session looms, introspection of the one previous migrates to the forefront. It was in that session that I confessed to a listening ear, an idea so hidden, that I was almost afraid to speak it aloud. She had asked me a question, something along the lines of:…

I have been on a bad run of nightmares lately. Tonight was just a continuation of the same. I woke up crying. Not a little, but a lot. My eyelashes saturated in sadness. I used the palms of my hands to angrily do-away with the evidence of what had transpired,…

I lay quiet and still within a dimly lit room. A new dawn is breaking from outside. I can hear the hum of air snaking its way through the heating ducts of my apartment, along with the muffled sounds of traffic passing from one direction to the next just outside…

I went to bed a little while ago. I nestled into an inviting warmth, and tucked myself into comfort. I drifted away. It was in that journey that things would change. I would not dream of sugar plums or sheep. Instead, I would see the dead eyes of corpses. The…