more riddles in the dark

written by christian jones

I've got two eyes but they do not see Hold me close, but not while you flee My mouth will chew, but I never ingest Keep your little one at bay or I'll surely be a pest A stone in your hand doesn't make me any nicer Freddy Kruger isn't the only ambidextrous slicer

This riddle is easy, though it may seem insurmountable. Some might say that I am both countable and accountable. Some people believe in me. Others think I am a trinket. I am like a Martini, but the way that James Bond likes to drink it. My word is final, though I am not a dictator. But if you don't like it, you can always ask again later.

1 of us sings duet showtunes, but always the low part 2 of us are married, though only one of us sings 3 of us are architects of varying aptitudes 4 of us are a family of international acclaim 5 of us have quite the famous matriarch

Hint:

1 likes to shop, but usually just for food Another likes to netflix and chill because he's an introverted dude Another likes to snack but mostly just one type of meat Another would like a bite, but never gets a treat Another is emotional, or is he just excited? Regardless his journey home is expedited

I am firm. I am not. I am right in between My tone is consistent, but sometimes I am green In delicate situations you'll often tread on me I'm effective ammo in the hands of your enemy If you've ever looked foolish, been embarrassed or disgraced Then surely I've been present all over your face My existence is credit to my almost papa's forbearance But don't debate it, my existence predated my parents

My blood is dark, but I guess it can be bright I get left around but when held I always go right. A composer of beauty, or an instrument of prattle Stronger than a blade, but don't take me into battle As dry as a bone or a fertile as a fount Buy me in bulk to ensure a discount If you push my buttons, my response will be pointed I'm frequently a gift to those who are appointed A slayer of the masses, a swayer of the lasses Like the French Revolution, I fight in the classes What am I?

I'm not a fighter, though I came from a fight From a distant friend, who wanted to remain tight. I do not smile, but I swear I'm not mean. And FYI, I haven't always been green. I have a light, but that's not how I stay lit. I am an island's island that stands, never sits. What am I?

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