Today's Riddles

21

The person who makes me doesn't need me. The person who buys me doesn't use me. The person who uses me never knows it. What am I?

11

What do you fill with empty hands?

12

I eat, I live. I breathe, I live. I drink, I die. What am I?

20

The saint goes south led by the nine, the leader in red, while you're in bed. What am I?

5

What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees, up, up it goes, and yet never grows?

8

4 in an hour, 3 is 75, 2 in a half, 1's a room for me.

6

First think of the person who lives in disguise, who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies. Next tell me what is always the last thing to mend, the middle of middle and end of the end. And finally give me the sound often heard during the search for a hard-to-find word. Now string them together, and answer me this, which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?

5

A blacksmith has many apprentices working for him, and as a reoccurring game, every so week one of them succeeds at forging a key to let loose his pet monkey. The monkey goes wild, throwing stuff and breaking things until the blacksmith finally recages him and puts on a different lock. The ordeal has become costly. The blacksmith scolds the apprintices and makes them do the monkey catching, and puts them to extra work. The apprentices do find the extra work bothersome, yet they continue to pick the locks, releasing the monkey. The blacksmith is at his wit's end. He makes more and more complex locks, but everytime, one of his apprentices succeeds in solving it. The blacksmith asks for your advice. What should he do? He doesn't want to sell his pet monkey, nor does he have another place for it to stay.

6

I create with my head, I destroy with my tail, I am as sharp and as long as a nail.

4

If you drop me I'm sure to crack, but give me a smile and I'll always smile back. What am I?

12

The maker makes it and sells it. The buyer buys it but doesn't use it. The user uses it but never sees it.

8

If you say my name you break me

13

You can find me in nice neighborhoods with white houses so pristine, And although packed oh-so tightly, I still manage to slip between, As I tend to each and every yard and here's some friendly advice, You may want to invite me often or our next meeting may not be nice. Who am I?

8

I live in a house of stone. I never leave, but some claim I've been lost. Through seven windows I see the world. I need to exercise or I become lazy. When I die, my house slowly decays too. What am I?

1

I live for but a single breath. Any touch could spell my death. A rainbow spins within my eye. Make me right, and I can fly.