What have I got in my pocket?" he said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a riddle, and he was frightfully upset.
"Not fair! not fair!" he hissed. "It isn't fair, my precious, is it, to ask us what it's got in it's nassty little pocketsess?
Tags: bilbo-baggins riddle gollum
Polyphemus stiffened. "Who said that?"
"Nobody!" Annabeth yelled.
That got exactly the reaction she'd been hoping for. The monster's face turned red with rage.
"Nobody!" Polyphemus yelled back. "I remember you!"
"You're too stupid to remember anybody," Annabeth taunted. "Much less Nobody.
Tags: nobody riddle annabeth polyphemus
The answer to this riddle has a hole in the middle,
And some have been known to fall in it.
In tennis it's nothing, but it can be received,
And sometimes a person may win it.
Though not seen or heard it may be perceived,
Like princes or bees it's in clover.
The answer to this riddle has a hole in the middle,
And without it one cannot start over.
Tags: riddle
There is an Anglo-Saxon form of riddling that plays with the polarities of words like bright and dark, cold and warm, throwing them against one another and crafting lines of rich, humorous nonsense like this poem that has been around for so many hundreds of years that you just have to sit back and, with nothing else in mind, laugh out loud.
Gerald HausmanTags: poetry poem storytelling riddle riddles
He who discovers the heart of Arcrea and joins the hands of the seven regions will be king.
Nicole SagerTags: prophecy riddle heart-of-arcrea nicole-sager ulric-the-ancient
The beginning of Eternity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place. What am I?
Tags: eternity space riddle georgia-byng molly-moon
I never talk back. I listen and always remember your every word, so come pen or mouse, never forget that I will treasure your thoughts forever. Yours truly, Paper.
L.M. FieldsTags: humor life truth author riddle
On ne peut la voir, on ne peut la sentir,
On ne peut l'entendre, on ne peut la respirer.
Elle s'étend derrière les étoiles et sous les collines.
Elle remplit les trous vides.
Elle vient d'abord et suit après.
Elle termine la vie, tue le rire.
(L'obscurité)
Vivant sans souffle,
Froid comme la mort,
Jamais assoiffé, toujours buvant,
En cotte de mailles, jamais cliquetant.
(Le poisson)
Trente chevaux sur une colline rouge;
D'abord ils mâchonnent,
Puis ils frappent leur marque,
Ensuite ils restent immobiles.
(Les dents)
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