Riddle:
I am and stay a day old, but appear every week, truth betold, but when you are remember me in the morning, you grumble aloud with a face of scorning. What am I?
Riddle:
I dance in the wind and I bow to a storm. I grow best in temperatures that are warm. By the riverbeds I like to grow, where the people in boats like to row. What am I?
Riddle:
We are always found two in a coffin, when we are separated from each other, we love to start a fight, and also together, we make a difference. What are we?
Riddle:
I am the beginning of enemity; the end of life and love; honey can't be without me; yet sugar can be without me. I am the fifth child of my parent's 26 children. What am I?
Riddle:
I can be written as one; I can be written as six; I can be found alone; I can also be found among my many brothers and sisters. I can be written in one piece, but contains many of myself in me. I can be given out to one, I can be given out to many. What am I?
Riddle:
I am an object. I move from left to right. Anytime I move, I bleed on what is below me. I can't move without you. I move only when you uses me. What am I?
Riddle:
No one can see me, hear me, feel me, or smell me. Yet, if you tell me... I can do all those things and more. Every person, animal, amphibian (or more) needs me. Without me my wielder will die. I can only be touched when my bearer is dead, and I can only be used if my bearer lives. You can create me cooperatively, but cannot create me manually. What am I?