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Paul Mullin
Seattle, WA
Paul Mullin’s dramatic innovations have flourished in productions across the U.S., exploring subjects ranging from personal nuclear catastrophe to the uncelebrated underbelly of American History.
Interests: theater, theatre, zen, storytelling, love.
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Join the crowdfunding campaign to reserve your advance copy of SEATTLE TRUST! Continue reading
Posted Nov 12, 2020 at Just Wrought
Maybe April is the cruelest month, but that year, 2017, May turned out to be one brutal motherf*cker. Continue reading
Posted Nov 4, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
The captain drew himself up, finally recognizing the power of the adversary before him. He’d known men like this before, people with one sense of life and to hell with everybody else’s. Continue reading
Posted Oct 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
Oona had a hard time falling asleep, excited as she was to see how the transformation would take place, but eventually she did fall asleep and she slept soundly until the screaming woke her. Continue reading
Posted Oct 28, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
It would be easy to mistake her for a young woman, but the way she drank her whiskey spoke to decades of practice Continue reading
Posted Sep 16, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
The “talegate” was an ancient, quasi-mystical tradition, in which our forbears’ forbears believed that if enough of the right sorts of souls gathered in a circle, a particular portal would open, allowing stories to pour forth from the realm of the Gods and the Giants. Continue reading
Posted Sep 16, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
But that’s the thing about sayings: they don’t always mean for you to do something or think something specific. Sometimes they are just words to keep you humble in the face of happiness. Continue reading
Posted Sep 15, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
Found two hours later, smiling with a pearl clutched in her tiny fist and floating atop a clump of seaweed, her return was deemed a miracle. Continue reading
Posted Sep 15, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
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Help us bring these god-damn stories to life! Send us an illustration of your favorite (or least favorite) character, plot point, tableaux from one of these tales! There might be a prize! Continue reading
Posted Aug 3, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
Nobody really wants to hear it. Not the truth of it. How it really happened. They want to feel good about it. They want the glow. And that’s why I don’t really want to get into all that shit. Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
Frances sighed. She took the wedding dress outside and set it on fire... Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
“Every story is just another battle between the angels that fell and those that pushed them.” Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
Dieter and Gunther ♦ Perfect Teeth ♦ Whatever Was Coming Next ♦ The Winking Suicide Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
“Last night you were bemoaning --” “Bemoaning?” Gunther's hand went to his hip rendering him the epitome of someone who would bemoan. “I never bemoan! Bemoaning is beneath me.” “Well. Ok. You were not bemoaning so much as desticulating.” Dieter knew Gunther could not object to this as he had made the word up on the spot. Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
I got a little knife so I cut the twine, around his feet first, then his hands, and it’s not easy and the knife isn’t sharp and the lump won’t hold still, so it takes a while. He keeps looking at the guy, who is snoring—we’ll hear if he wakes up—but he keeps looking at the guy. Snap! Last ones, and the lump stands up and rubs his wrists. I figure my moment has come and I hold out my hand. Three pennies and a quarter. Then he kicks me in the face. Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
So yes, there was a tiny hand in her kitchen sink clawing its way over the edge of the dish drainer and it was crying. And that was something… new. But it was all new. And was new necessarily bad. Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
My father-in-law understood that he was flirting with clinical obsession, but he couldn’t stop himself—and more concerning, he didn’t want to. He strongly suspected that there was a special mystery about this window, and it seemed to him that the nation’s coagulating stasis was offering up all the time in the world to solve it. Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
Though her mind flashed the brief thought of drugging him with the leftover vicodin she was saving for a special occasion—what could be more special than that, she asked herself—tying something heavy around his neck, like that insanely heavy cast iron skillet he was so fucking proud of, even though everything fried in it tasted like old trout—and pushing him over the side. Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
Scot Augustson ♦ Kelleen Conway Blanchard ♦ Bret Fetzer ♦ Jennifer Moniz ♦ Paul Mullin ♦ David Penn Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
The Common-Law Wife of Old Trout ♦ The English Professor ♦ Frances ♦ The Hero ♦ The Coven ♦ Each Minute is a Work in Progress ♦ The "Linguistics Professor" ♦ Provisions Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
We have been meeting like this, boats anchored in the middle of the lake each evening, for so long now that few of us, if any, can remember exactly when it began. Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
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I’m about to make a move in the space of virtual performance, but before I do, I’d love to sort of test drive the text of the crowd funding release to work out all the kinks, and answer all the questions that might come up. Continue reading
Posted Mar 19, 2020 at Just Wrought
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I need a reliable platform from which to communicate. If I get enough hits here at JUST WROUGHT, I’ll know I can use this as my main form of communication on the internet. Continue reading
Posted Mar 18, 2020 at Just Wrought
I dreamed I was walking through the graveyards of heaven. Continue reading
Posted Jul 20, 2017 at Just Wrought
Crows are the dead, so much happier. Continue reading
Posted Jul 14, 2017 at Just Wrought