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"P" Riddles - Next 10 of 4721.
Riddle:
With time I'm gonna flicker, only growing bigger. I'm handy during a test and do well with some rest. Sometimes I'll vanish without a trace, something's out of place. I come back with taste, I come back with smell. I'll give some of you hell, wishing I'd disappear and you go back in your shell. I can be tricked, I'm with you all, the poor and the rich. What am I?
Answer: Memory.
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I begin in colour as black as night Then shine a redish shade so bright Finally I finish sometimes taking flight In the colour of a pale, grayish white. What am I?
Answer: Coal.
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Made of ten but two are we. Five apart and we are weak. Five together havoc wreak. What am I
Answer: Fists.
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What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows. What is it?
Answer: A Mountain.
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What is something you don't own but can give to anyone you meet? You only have one, but you can give it away as many times as you want without losing it. What is it?
Answer: Your heart.
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I am both a killer and a savior, it depends on those who wield me. I will bring you from deep water to the shallows, or maybe I could be the one who will hang you in the gallows. What am I?
Answer: A rope.
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Everything is legitimate in matters pertaining to ardent affection and armed conflict between nations. What is the proverb?
Answer: All's fair in love and war!
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I leave every time you say my name. What am I?
Answer: Silence.
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You are falling out of a window. What season is it?
Answer: Fall.
Riddle:
My author's uncertain yet my title's the same, I contain random text yet order's my aim. Read me one day and see my pages are totally bare. Try again another day and the words will be there. I'm not a book of magic although it may sound, I can predict the future, and inside, your life can be found. Move my eye, I become involved in lactic extraction. But that's just a clue, a minor distraction.
What am I?
Answer: A diary.
