With pointed fangs it sits in wait, with piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, eternally joining in a single bite.
What is it?
Turn me on my side and I am everything, but cut me in half and I am nothing.
What am I?
It’s shorter than the rest but you raise it up like it’s the best.
What is it?
I am not alive but seem so, I dance and breathe with no legs or lungs of my own.
What am I?
I beam, I shine, I sparkle white. I’ll brighten the day with a single light. I’ll charm and enchant all. I’ll bring the best in you all.
What am I?
Tickle with your fingers and a song it will sing. Be careful though you may break a string.
What is it?
My rings are not of gold, but I get more as I get old.
What am I?
I can be flipped and broken but I never move. I can be closed, and opened, and sometimes removed. I am sealed by hands.
What am I?
Born in an instant. I tell all stories. I can be lost. But I never die.
What am I?
