Riddle:
I start with an e and end with an e and with one letter in between. What am I.
Answer: An envelope. One letter inside
Riddle:
I hang around all day and night keeping you safe. I might have only one arm, but it is very strong. Nevertheless, I can defend you and everything you care about without moving a muscle. What am I?
Answer: A padlock.
Riddle:
I am the shortest complete sentence in the English language. What am I?
Answer: I am.
Riddle:
Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night,
Cunning but affectionate if given a bite.
Never owned but often loved.
At my sport considered cruel,
But that's because you never know me at all.
What am I?
Answer: A cat.
Riddle:
I'm red and I can be green or yellow,
what am I?
Answer: An apple.
Riddle:
I seem real but often deceive; on the first of April, I’m easy to believe. What am I?
Answer: A hoax.
Hoaxes are fake stories or events commonly spread on April Fools' Day to trick people.
Riddle:
Crunchy, soft, and milky sweet. Bueno, luvit, and Golden tree. You can't say no, that's a difficult feat. But take too much and you harm your teeth. What am I?
Answer: The riddle "Crunchy soft and milky sweet Bueno luvit and Golden tree" is unanswered. Do you know the answer? If so, click and add your answer in the comments section.
Riddle:
My dress is tranquil when I tread the earth, or dwell at home, or drift on the water. Sometimes my wings and this wide sky lift me over the dwellings of men, and then strong clouds carry me over the people. My ornaments echo loudly and melodiously, Illustriously sing when I am not near the earth and stream, a sailing spirit.
What am I?
Answer: A swan.
Riddle:
I have no eyes, no legs or ears, and I help move the earth.
What am I?
Answer: A worm.
Riddle:
I'm a seed that's underground. Many like to spread me around. But my family it's said is quite insane. And if you've a low I.Q. you've this kind of brain. Eat me raw and I'll make you sick. Eat too much and your tongue will stick.
What am I?
Answer: A peanut.
Riddle:
You use me for my name, I'm not a breeze to tame, I'm fastest when I'm full and when it's cheap it sounds the same. You'll spot a nest near me (although I'm not a tree), the sea is fore, the sea is aft, it's all around, you see. What am I?
Answer: A sail.
Riddle:
I know a place where fellows go without a shoe or stocking. And no one tells them, "Go away!" Or thinks their costume is shocking. Each year I spend much of my time In that delightful place, And while I'm there, they don't expect a boy to wash his face. What am I?
Answer: A bed.
Riddle:
I'm never boring, always new and attractive, there is no right or wrong. I guide you to find the meaning of life and give meaning to your life. What am I?
Answer: Knowledge.
Riddle:
Brewed for soup, grouped in herds, counted in shares and traded in thirds. What am I?
Answer: Stock.
Riddle:
I'm done to boats, to cargo, to loads;
When indoors I'm, in a way, a narrow road.
What am I?
Answer: Haul / Hall
Riddle:
I am typically feared by both women and men. I often come for the old, but also for some young people who are very ill. Many will fight me in vain, and many others live in denial of me. Those who embrace me will lose their fear of me, but they will lose something of themselves in the process. What am I?
Answer: Baldness. (Note that 'death' doesn't fit the last clue. Those who embrace death lose ALL of themselves. Those who shave their head just lose something of themselves. Also, death ALWAYS comes for the old eventually, not just 'often'.)
Riddle:
How you describe me is what I am. Poets might hate me, but sailors should love me. I can't give them the sea, but only something that sounds like it. What am I?
Answer: An orange. (Note: orange doesn't rhyme with anything, and it gives sailors vitamin C (a homophone of sea))
Riddle:
I am a body part. I am same when spelled forward and backward. What am I?
Answer: Rotator.
Riddle:
I am served at a table, In gatherings of two or four. Served small, white and round. You'll love some, And that's part of the fun.
What am I?
Answer: Ping-pong balls.
Riddle:
Though liquid in nature, don't push me too far; for then I will break, and the damage may scar.
What am I?
Answer: Glass.
