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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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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 ♦ Paul Mullin Continue reading
Posted Jul 29, 2020 at Lake Boat Stories
The Common-Law Wife of Old Trout ♦ The English Professor ♦ Frances ♦ The Hero 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
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This book was written AS a father, in an attempt to capture moments in my life that my own sons might not otherwise be able to conceive of. Continue reading
Posted Jun 1, 2016 at Just Wrought
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I am adding a fun way to get The Starting Gate for a deep discount, over at Ebay. Continue reading
Posted Mar 31, 2016 at Just Wrought
Delivery of the hardcover version of THE STARTING GATE,has been pushed back yet again, and may not happen until the very end of February, if then. Here’s how you can get to THE STARTING GATE now! Continue reading
Posted Feb 18, 2016 at Just Wrought
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Courting luck creates a working relationship with the otherwise overwhelming randomness of existence. Continue reading
Posted Feb 9, 2016 at Just Wrought
Now, because my astounding friends and fans, the project is 63% funded. Continue reading
Posted Nov 24, 2015 at Just Wrought
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Books are like people: it’s easy to love the general idea of them, but in reality there are just too damned many to know or care about. A Readers’ Book of Days by Tom Nissley is an addicting almanac of literature, charmingly illustrated by Joanna Neborsky. Continue reading
Posted Nov 4, 2015 at Just Wrought
Our labyrinth is formed in curves not angles. That singing is sirens, not angels. All the forever we’ve lost is now. Continue reading
Posted Oct 1, 2015 at Just Wrought
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So many think Bernie Sanders doesn’t have a chance. Others think he’s inured to the injustice of American racism, puffed up on a cloud of clueless White progressivism.... What do YOU think? Continue reading
Posted Aug 13, 2015 at Just Wrought