Under and over I'm found there both.
I might hide the remains of a ghost.
Maybe I'm just there because of chance,
But there I live with the ants.
I'm hard to guess but not hard to find.
I'm out there thinking without a mind.
I can be found at night or day.
It is with me that young children play.
I can be small and big or big and small
Or I might not be there at all.
I can exist in water or space without air.
I can go to crushing depths that you wouldn't dare.
Living I am not; sometimes cold, sometimes hot.
Now that you know this about me,
Even though I'm not he or she,
I want you to tell me... What am I?
Author notes
I will message you if your right or wrong and I'll tell you the answer.
A contest entry
- Ages 13 and Under ONLY ~ At this moment.... by Amunet Wolfbane.
300 points, ended November 11, 2007, 11 entries
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Aaaarrrrrggggghhh!!! I must know the answer!!!! Let me see... I think that the answer is your imagination. It can go anywhere you can think of, people can have a big or a small imagination, and "young children play" with it.
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Hmm sounds like energy or maybe germs :)) I'm not sure actually, this is a good riddle. Great job on this and I hope someone guesses it :D
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Ooh wow very nice ^_^ hmmm sounds kind of like a god lol if only I could think... course he does sound like a spirit or maybe even some sort of expression... wow you have outsmarted me on that one good job!
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Will someone plese answer the riddle?
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I would guess an imaginary friend. This was a fun read.
little sam
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ooooh, tough!! oh man, I'm going to have to work on this one...I should bring it in to my history teacher, he's good at riddles...great job!!
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