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Am I a bug? Perhaps a rug? Do you know me? Do you not? Don’t think too hard you’ll blow your top! What am I? Only you can answer that question.

Riddle:

My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe. What am I?

Answer:

I am a candle.

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Riddle:

I'm fatherless and motherless, And born without sin. Roaring when entering the world, I never speak again.

What am I?

Answer:

Thunder.

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Riddle:

I can be any color you can imagine. You see me in everyday life. I have been around for many, many years, Look around, you can probably see some of me right now. 

What am I?

Answer:

Paint.

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Riddle:

Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through my see through clothes. Used up am I; I've gone to pot.

What am I?

Answer:

I'm a tea bag!

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Riddle:

I can run constantly without ever getting tired. When I run, I frustrate people and drive them crazy, Yet I don't even have to move to irritate you.

What am I?

Answer:

I am a runny nose.

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Riddle:

I see without seeing. Noise is an ally.

What am I?

Answer:

A bat.

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Riddle:

I always point in the right direction. My instructions are written in black and white. Disobey me and pay the consequences. I will never say more than two words at a time.

What am I?

Answer:

A "One Way" sign!

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Riddle:

I'm by nature solitary, scarred by spear and wounded by sword, weary of battle. I frequently see the face of war, and fight hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope of help being brought to me in the battle, before I'm eventually done to death. In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords, skilfully forged in the flame by smiths, bite deeply into me. I can but await a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me to discover in the city any of those doctors who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs. The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider; death blows are dealt to me by day and by night.

What am I?

Answer:

A shield.

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Riddle:

I welcome the day with a show of light, I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn, But by the noon, alas! I'm gone.

What am I?

Answer:

The morning dew!

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Riddle:

From house to house I go, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide. And whether there's rain or snow I always stay outside.

What am I?

Answer:

A Path.

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“What am I?” and the similar “Who am I Riddles?” or “What is it Riddles?” all have a very similar form. Many are rhymes and sound like limericks. They usually give multiple clues that leads you to an specific answer. If you get stuck on one, clear your head and try and look at it from an completely different angle.