She pulled out from under her bed the Hello Kitty tin her grandmother bought for her from China town. It once was filled with sugar cookies, but now was the home of her prescription drug stash. Upon opening she could still faintly smell the sweet scent the cookies left behind. Pink, green, white, yellow; round, cylindrical, triangular and capsules rolled around the bottom of her tin. She breathed a sigh of relief in knowing all her problems would once again fade away after just swallowing a couple of these magic pills. ...
[This is what I wrote in writer's club about the tin... I guess I could base a short story on it... or possibly a scene from my novel... if you could help me build on it it'd be great, thanks =] ]