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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jul 16, 2014 1:15:52 GMT -5
Yes, a ring.
Waffle.
Never heard, but often listened for, so delicate that when you say its name it is broken, what am I?
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Post by Nabi on Aug 9, 2014 13:29:24 GMT -5
yes, a waffle.
Wind.
A man is found dead in a phone booth in a pool of blood. The glass don either side of the phone booth was broken and the phone was hanging. Outside the booth was a bucket and a stick. Who was the Man?
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Aug 9, 2014 16:34:35 GMT -5
No. not the wind, sorry. Hmmmm? I have to think on your last one.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Aug 10, 2014 1:21:44 GMT -5
"A man is found dead in a phone booth in a pool of blood. The glass don either side of the phone booth was broken and the phone was hanging. Outside the booth was a bucket and a stick. Who was the Man?" -
I don’t think this one fits the title of the thread. I had to use the internet to help with this one. I wouldn’t cheat and post the answer, normally, but the riddle is situational and the answer requires an explanation for how the windows got broken. The bucket and stick don’t seem to be a fitting clue either. The stick should be a fishing pole.
Answer: The man was a fisherman and was telling somebody on the phone about the large fish he caught. When he used his hands to gesture how big the fish was he hit the glass breaking it and cutting himself.
Never heard, but often listened for, so delicate that when you say its name it is broken, what am I?
(It's not the wind.)
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Post by Nabi on Aug 23, 2014 1:23:00 GMT -5
Love? Dreams? Thoughts?
I'm hard to grasp, yet just within reach. People give up on me and go off a different way. I'm easily forgotten, yet always right there.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Aug 23, 2014 17:16:33 GMT -5
Dreams?
Sorry. It’s not wind, love, thoughts, or dreams.
Never heard, but often listened for, so delicate that when you say its name it is broken, what am I?
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Post by Nabi on Aug 23, 2014 20:11:29 GMT -5
No, not dreams.
A secret?
I'm hard to grasp, yet just within reach. People give up on me and go off a different way. I'm easily forgotten, yet always right there.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Aug 24, 2014 13:48:29 GMT -5
No, not a secret.
At first I wanted to say shadow but a shadow is not "…yet always right there." So, I'll go with soul.
Never heard, but often listened for, so delicate that when you say its name it is broken, what am I?
It’s not wind, love, thoughts, dreams, or a secret .
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Post by twistedangel on Sept 7, 2014 2:47:18 GMT -5
silence ?
The more you take of me, the more you leave behind. What am I?
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Sept 7, 2014 16:58:44 GMT -5
Yes, Silence Too easy, footsteps. Inside me the adventurous find quests and treasures of every kind. Trolls, goblins, orcs, and more, await within my closed walls for all those that wish to visit me. Your hands are the key to secrets untold, and your mind will unlock the door. What am I?
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Post by Nabi on Sept 9, 2014 12:23:53 GMT -5
No, not soul
Imagination?
I'm hard to grasp, yet just within reach. People give up on me and go off a different way. I'm easily forgotten, yet always right there.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Sept 9, 2014 14:42:04 GMT -5
No, not imagination. Good guess but it must be opened with your hands. Damn I'm getting slow; Your heart. Inside me the adventurous find quests and treasures of every kind. Trolls, goblins, orcs, and more, await within my closed walls for all those that wish to visit me. Your hands are the key to secrets untold, and your mind will unlock the door. What am I?
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Post by Nabi on Oct 4, 2014 23:48:33 GMT -5
No, you were close before though. A BOOK!
I'm hard to grasp, yet just within reach. People give up on me and go off a different way. I'm easily forgotten, yet always right there.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Oct 5, 2014 16:36:59 GMT -5
Hmmmm? I thought for sure it was heart. “No, you were close before though.” That leaves only god. Yes! A book. My thunder comes before the lightning My lightning comes before the clouds My rain dries all the land it touches. What am I?
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Post by Nabi on Nov 7, 2014 18:25:45 GMT -5
A dust storm?
No, not god. Give up yet?
I'm hard to grasp, yet just within reach. People give up on me and go off a different way. I'm easily forgotten, yet always right there.
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