NEW RIDDLES

What is a cereal's worst fear?

A snail drew an s on his car. Why?

The fire shows - my kin, born. The fire grows - my kin, adorn. The fire slows - my kin, deform. The fire goes - my kin, mourn.

I run but have no feet. I roar but have no mouth. I wear a belt but have no waist. I always drink but never eat. What am I?

I am hot. I am hidden. I am cold. I am hard. I am sharp. I am soft. I am still. I am moving. I am above. I am below. I am two and one. Always changing. Always the same. What am I?

My head and the point are made from same. I am held by what's taken apart from the grain. I am atop of a great ocean beast. My swing will let fire and lead release. What am I?

This is fishy, no doubt. Just don't cry or shout. Don't start punching with your hands, just think of faraway lands. This paragraph of words stumps, mushing your brain into lumps. And you might find a solution about what's making this confusion. What's so fishy about this?

I would see all anger ended; Words retracted, tensions mended. I would see your ties restored; For disagreement, I abhor. What am I?

I am hewn from Earth and Fire; But to the sky, I aspire. I am nothing but contented; Until my patient rage is vented. What am I?

A pot-hole filled valley, where rains often fall; A land through which no river shall crawl. What am I?