would be nice if the awnsers to the comment riddles would be mentioned sometime now.
they could also be mailed to me. how can i share these riddles with friends if i know not the awnser
It cannot be seen, cannot be smelt; Cannot be heard, cannot be felt. It hides behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. It leads first and follows after and always hears peals of laughter…What is it?
Okay I have one. I stole it from a favorite book, so if you know the book don’t say it.
“I turn my head one way and you may go where you want
I turn it again and you will stay ’till you rot
I have no face but I live or die
By my crooked teeth – who am I?”
another stolen one.
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down…
A marvel hangs from a man at his thigh,
Beneath his tunic. There’s a hole in the tip;
It’s stiff and hard as he sticks it in,
When this lad lifts his clothes
Up to his waist, he wants to greet
The familiar hole with his dangle’s head
Which he often before has filled for a while.
Looking at this again, we should note that the general design of this has changed slightly over the centuries but, in many cases, the description does still fit.
This is a very big clue and I’m not sure if I should give it to you. You’ll be able to work out what is being described if you look at the Jorvic Viking Museum’s website.
Sorry, but you fell into the trap they set. It’s meant to sound like that but it’s not.
I did give a big clue in saying:
Looking at this again, we should note that the general design of this has changed slightly over the centuries but, in many cases, the description does still fit.
The human body hasn’t changed that much in the last thousand years.
Here’s one.
“There’s someone that I’m always near, yet in the dark, I disappear.
To this one only am I loyal, though in his wake I’m doomed to toil.
He feels me not, but we always touch. If I were lost, he’d not lose much.
But now I come to my surprise: for you are he, but who am I?”
Here’s one you can’t guess…
I’m black as pitch, yet shine like the sun…
I weigh very little, yet am measured by the ton…
I’m cool to the touch, yet burn fiercely hot…
I have roots to the present, but in the past I do not…
What am I?
No clue.
What’s the answer?
I’m guessing coal or oil.
would be nice if the awnsers to the comment riddles would be mentioned sometime now.
they could also be mailed to me. how can i share these riddles with friends if i know not the awnser
I’m going with Francisco. Its got to be Coal. Oil sounds close but the fact that it says its messured in tons leads to be a solid not liquid.
I’m thinking it’s heart
Emotions
ooh ooh heres a good one…
“In marble walls as white as milk
In a layer of skin as soft as silk
In a fountain crystal clear
a golden apple does appear
there are no doors to this stronghold
yet thieves break in and steal the gold”
what am I
Sounds like an egg!
An egg YOLK I assume…
It cannot be seen, cannot be smelt; Cannot be heard, cannot be felt. It hides behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. It leads first and follows after and always hears peals of laughter…What is it?
Darkness?
That’s one of Tolkien’s I think.
I was guessing silence.
Okay I have one. I stole it from a favorite book, so if you know the book don’t say it.
“I turn my head one way and you may go where you want
I turn it again and you will stay ’till you rot
I have no face but I live or die
By my crooked teeth – who am I?”
Zipper?
a key!!
Yay you win. And now, for the bonus question, What book was I quoting?
Gaiman’s “Neverwhere”.
Brandi grows on you. I’ll bet she’s jumping as well as waving her arms…
another stolen one.
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down…
time?
Thats another of Tolken’s
The Sun?
EIddle me this,
With pointed fangs I sit and wait,
With piercing force I dole out fate,
Over bloodless victims proclaiming my might,
Eternally joining in a single bite.
What am I?
Vampire?
She wields the broken sword, and separates true kings from tyrants. what is she?
I’m guessing Justice.
What do I have in my pockets?
*giggles*
Hands!
No, no, no, the answer to that riddle is always, ALWAYS!
“The One Ring”
I like the old English ones.
Here’s one:
A marvel hangs from a man at his thigh,
Beneath his tunic. There’s a hole in the tip;
It’s stiff and hard as he sticks it in,
When this lad lifts his clothes
Up to his waist, he wants to greet
The familiar hole with his dangle’s head
Which he often before has filled for a while.
From http://www.historicalarts.co.uk/translation/oeriddles.html. However, the answer on that page so see if you can answer it without looking up the answer.
Clue:
Looking at this again, we should note that the general design of this has changed slightly over the centuries but, in many cases, the description does still fit.
This is a very big clue and I’m not sure if I should give it to you. You’ll be able to work out what is being described if you look at the Jorvic Viking Museum’s website.
No takers?
I seem to think it’s a man’s happy bits, but yes…it could just be me :S
Wrong.
Sorry, but you fell into the trap they set. It’s meant to sound like that but it’s not.
I did give a big clue in saying:
The human body hasn’t changed that much in the last thousand years.
Those that make me, do not desire me.
Those that desire me, do not intend to use me.
Those that use me…do not know it.
What am I?
My best guess is a coffin.
Here’s one taken from an online story that I read today:
The beginning of eternity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place.
What am I?
the letter “e”
Correct!
Here’s one.
“There’s someone that I’m always near, yet in the dark, I disappear.
To this one only am I loyal, though in his wake I’m doomed to toil.
He feels me not, but we always touch. If I were lost, he’d not lose much.
But now I come to my surprise: for you are he, but who am I?”