The best selection of riddles and answers, for all ages and categories
It is hate and has hate in it, but it isn’t hate.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
The more you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
Sometimes it's silver but also gold. Printed on paper it's a treasure to hold. What is it?
A rooster laid an egg on top of a barn, which way did it fall?
In order to upvote or downvote you have to login.