For National Short Story Month, I’m experimenting with writing more short stories.
Now, I’ve recently discovered that the United States’ current administration is slashing funding for the National Endowment for the Arts and continuing to ban more books by BIPOC authors as well as LGBTQIA+ authors.
As a result, I thought it’d be important to write short stories, based on titles alone, prompted by books that have been banned. I’m choosing to write based on fiction I haven’t read so as not to encourage the story I write.
This first one is called, “Draw me a Star” by Eric Carle.
I hope to do more.
Draw me a Star
They look like pinpricks, tiny little studs in a giant blue-black velvet canvas, and after so many nights of staring at them, Katherine looked at me and said simply, “Draw me a star.”
I didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t spoken in three months, and she sat there, staring at me like nothing unusual had happened. “You can draw me a constellation or a single star. I don’t care,” she continued, “just draw me a star.”
I looked at her, dumbfounded. “I just… you still speak?” I finally managed to squeak out.
“Of course,” she replied. Katherine was always the flippant type, but when someone falls silent for a quarter of a year, and then merely demands a drawing of a star, you’d be struck stupid too. But I wasn’t going to ignore her wishes. I took out a piece of paper and sketched the most beautiful star I could.
I made it glisten as best I could against the grain of the page, painting the page in cobalts and pthalo blues. Painting the star in metallic sheens, making it sparkle and glow.



I wanted Katherine to have the best star. After all, I didn’t know when she’d speak again.
As the paint dried, her eyes dimmed. I felt her gaze lose focus.
I wondered if I had lost her again.
“Katherine?” I said.
She smiled sweetly, but it was a distant smile.
My beautiful wife was gone again – like an astronaut on a space mission beyond where I could reach her.
I drew her a star, and she clung to it, but she herself was unreachable.
Isabelle Palerma

According to a March 2025 article by Lisa Tolin for Lit Hub, Draw me a Star is banned in school districts in Florida, Iowa, and Texas, and because of a naked couple meant to represent Adam and Eve have been supplied with paper clothing in other school districts.
This short story is entirely my own content – no A.I. used to create this.
ON A SUNDAY EVENING AT 10:10PM I DIDNT EXPECT TO GET MY HEART BROKEN READING A SHORT STORY. OMG.
ALL OF THE STARS!!!!!! *CRIES* ALL OF THE STARS!!!!!!!! *BREAKS A CHAIR*
*falls sobbing*
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I do not know why I do this to myself. Return to this tragically beautiful story expecting a different reaction from myself. I know it well, but I visit it like an old friend when I know it will only make things ache and leak. You are a Maker, Poetess. Instead of weaving with thread you do so with words and this tapestry is gilded torture.
My worst fear. If she goes 1st then I am lost. I know it. Last week I woke up in the middle of the night and I noted how silent the night was. No cats moving in the darkness and instantly I realized her breathing was silent. Im a nurse I’m practiced and focused my sight to her silhouette. Yes..you could just make out the small rise and fall in the darkness of her back. I relaxed into the covers and at some point pass out. Why this blasted story then? I was just trying to mop and then like lightning the need to read it visits unannounced. The ache.
When Heathcliff cried for Catherine the scene broke my heart (however deeply toxic their cursed love was). “Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!” Time shall come and I try my best to hold tight the thread thinking maybe I can slow its arrival. Even when I’m upset or we fight I reach for these bittersweet stories as a reminder to… treasure as many memories because time does come eventually and I’ll hope to have given my love a galaxy of stars by that time.
And should memory leave before the final breath then I’ll have the joy of holding her and reminding her of the things that made her smile. If you wanted your writing to illicit reactions from your readers… I am telling you that you have succeeded with these eyes.
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