Title: Time Capsule
Words: 412

a/n: I know that this isn't exactly a "drabble" but I hope you like it. But I figured that I should at least post a chapter that's a little different from the others today. [Yes, I know Valentine's day isn't anything special to those not in a relationship, and is nauseatingly cheesy for those that are, but traditions are traditions. *breaks out into song*] Anywhoseits, I once again ask for reviews, especially on this one because it's different from the others.


The door opens with the sound of scraping metal as the rusty hinges are strained.

The open doorway lets in a gust of fresh air, slightly disturbing the dust covering the tables and machines. The rooms had remained untouched for decades. 152 years to be exact. Yet for all the time that had past, it looked like time had frozen within its walls.

A record-player stood its ground atop one of the many tables, its delicate framework protected by a plastic covering. Next to the 1960s device was a cardboard box, in exactly the same place as it sat in 2015, containing all of the ancient records that belonged to the player. However, these were not the only two things that remained in surprisingly pristine condition.

Old experiments lay strewn about.

A rusty tank occupied the floor at a lower level of the main room.

In the far side of the room stood refrigerator, still humming as a generator gave it life. Inside, it housed dozens of bags of an orangey-red liquid, only 54 years past its usefulness.

Behind another pair of closed doors was a small room with a bed and nightstand, as well as numerous other items belonging to a bedroom.

The whole place was perfect. A memento of the 20th century.

Atop one of the many tables lay a piece of paper. Although its yellow color and dusty edges suggested that it had not been seen in years, it stood out among the familiar objects.

The note told of a box that lay under the table. It explained that the contents, sealed to weather the elements and time itself, told a story of life and remembrance.

A pair of wrinkled hands grasped the metal latch, and opened the container. The stories it held were beyond words.

Inside was a stack of pictures, capturing the essence of life that had long since been lost. It showed time flowing as a young, blonde girl grew older along with her aging parents.

The box also held a few small objects, including a silver dollar coin. The objects surface became wet as a tear dropped onto the small piece of metal.

Underneath all of these objects was a single piece of white paper. It had no words written on it, but it still told a beautiful story.

The hands held the paper out, in order for the eyes to get a better look. It was exactly what the heart needed: a white tulip.