What Am I Riddles to Tickle your Brain
I'm simple for a few people
But hard for them to hear
I live inside of secrets
I bring people's worst fears
What am I?
I am the beginning of sorrow, and the end of sickness. You cannot express happiness without me, yet I am in the midst of crosses. I am always in risk, yet never in danger. You may find me in the sun, but I am never out of darkness.
Marble walls as white as milk, lined with skin as soft as silk, in a fountain crystal clear, a golden apple will appear, there is no key to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold. What is it?
I have keys but no locks. I have a space but no room. You can enter, but can’t go outside. What am I?
The things I bite, they don't bleed,
I don't bite until you push me;
I bring my victims together each time I bite,
But they'll come undone if you pull it just right.
What am I?
It runs and runs but can never flee.
It is often watched, yet never sees.
When long it brings boredom,
When short it brings fear.
What is it?
I'm like a doll, But I'm not for playing;
I stand up straight, but if windy I may be laying;
I'm well-known and famous for having no brain;
I work outside both day and night in sunshine or in rain.
What am I?
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep, for mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think critically and answer the question.
What am I?
I'm as small as an ant, as big as a whale. I'll approach like a breeze, but can come like a gale. By some I get hit, but all have shown fear. I'll dance to the music, though I can't hear. Of names I have many, of names I have one. I'm as slow as a snail, but from me you can't run.
What am I?
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
Who Am I?