Riddle:
Without fingers I point, without arms I stretch, without feet I run. What am I?
Answer: A clock.
Riddle:
I take you by night, by day take you back. None suffer to have me but do from my lack. What am I?
Answer: Sleep.
Riddle:
A diamond plate, a glowing grate, a place you never leave. Where am I?
Answer: Home.
Riddle:
A nightmare for some. For others, a savior I come. My hand's cold and bleak. It's the warm hearts they seek. What am I?
Answer: Death.
Riddle:
What do you call a tavern of blackbirds?
Answer: A crowbar.
Riddle:
What's nowhere, but everywhere except where something is?
Answer: Nothing.
Riddle:
I'm always with a group, but I do not blend in. What am I?
Answer: An individual.
Riddle:
I am never right. I am often mistaken for being true. I am deceptive and many people use me as an enemy disguised as a friend. What am I?
Answer: A lie.
Riddle:
I start the day small and round. Buried alive without a frown. I am fed and nourished where I stay, slowly growing in a patient way. Finally I break through my dark brown cage. Reaching towards a puffy lane. But I will never be truly free, from the cage that always binds me What am I?
Answer: A Seed.
Riddle:
Three Brothers share a family sport, a nonstop marathon. The oldest one is fat and short And trudges slowly on. The middle brother's tall and slim, and keeps a steady pace The youngest runs just like the wind, going swiftly through the race "He's young in years, we let him run," the other brothers say. "Though he is surely number one, he's also second in a way. What are we?
Answer: Hands on a Clock.
