[Mid-life]

username; mid-life
name; genesis
gender; female
favourite riddle and why;
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Genesis resonates with this riddle- and laughs at it. Only because when she was little, and hadn’t yet grown into her teeth, she was called a woodchuck, beaver, and all sorts of nasty names. She was self-conscious about her teeth and would do her best not to smile in photos or show them to anyone. She would even go so far as to cover her mouth when she was laughing. Th only time she could truly be herself was out in nature, where no one could judge her and she could live in peace. Even now, she chuckles at past pictures of herself. Wishing so badly she could have not condemned herself to those bullies’ words. Now, when people comment on her teeth, she brushes it off. Because all she needs is the woods around her and the birds soaring over them.

[kittykore]

Mark

[wishbone!]

dropping out c: good luck to all the entrants!

[spiniferal]

username; Kinq
name;
gender;
favourite riddle and why;

wip ahh ;v;

[Error]

username;; Error
name;; Adil "Nowere" Salem
gender;; ??? (she/her)
favourite riddle ->

Riddle from Neverwhere
by Neil Gaiman

I turn my head, and you may go where you want.
I turn it again, and you'll stay till you rot.

I have no face, but I live or die.
By my crooked teeth,

Who am I?

(1142/1200)

Where am I?
There’s nothing here.
This is nowhere.
I am nowhere.

“I’m Nowere.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nowere!” The creature had said with a half grin, half frown. He seemed perplexed more so than pleased.
“Are you alright, good sir?” Nowere asked in her politest of tones. The creature twisted its lips from smiling on the right, to frowning on the right, to smiling on the left, then frowning on the left. He seemed to be in pain. The creature was like the many others Nowere had encountered on her journey so far. They were like misshapen humans, scribbled by the hands of a child perhaps. They were animals and things and creatures, but most certainly not the same thing as Nowere. Yet, Nowere wasn’t sure what thing she was. This creature in particular looked like a sir and seemed maybe troubled or happy about being referred to as one. He was small like a doorknob and he was stuck to a tree. There were no doors in the forest. The creature glistened and gleamed like silver and gold. He had no eyes, he had no nose, he had only but a mouth and a top hat that said which way of his head was up and which way was down.
“I fear I am not, my child.” The creature spoke with a sort of squeak, like an old door being opened, “It seems I have lost my teeth.”
Nowere leaned closer to the creature, eying the way he held his mouth and noticed that the poor thing was missing half of his teeth.
“So, it seems!” Nowere declared, “May I help you find them?”
Such a statement may have sounded strange a while ago, yet when that a while was a go Nowere had not a clue. She had been wandering this strange forest for? Was there such a thing as time here? If there was then she wondered who might be the one counting it.
“I would be much obliged!” The creature declared, “I have not a clue what they look like I’m afraid. They must be near me somewhere. Crooked and small is all I know.”
Nowere nodded her head, then realized the creature could not see her, and spoke instead that she will set off now to find them. Her attention turned to her surroundings. A place that was indeed a forest, but it lacked something. Like a drawing scribbled out upon old paper. It had a sense and a feel to it, but there was nothing vibrant about this place. The skies above were but a mix of branches and leaves entwined upon each other, the sky that could be seen was the color of milk and it slipped through the branches. Painting the world silver and gray. Nowere figured there was not a point to looking at the branches for aid, they would have not taken the creature’s teeth. She looked down instead to the ground about the tree of which the creature held on to. The grass was filled with bugs who wore small hats and bow ties. Nowere attempted her best to not step upon them.
“Excuse me.” Nowere spoke as she kneeled close to the ground, “Have you seen this fine creature’s teeth?”
The bugs stared up at her and scurried on their paths and ways. Too busy to stay for a chat it seemed. Nowere stood up again and dusted off her legs, walking about the tree and listening to the sound of nothing. There were no birds here, so certainly a bird couldn’t have taken them away. There were animals in the sense that there were creatures and they peaked at her from the bushes and the brush. They whispered things to each other, they hummed their songs, their music caught up into silence and a gentle ringing filled Nowere’s ears.
The trees bent upon themselves, as if being seen through a fish bowl. Nowere giggled at them as they twisted and turned with her step. They had been frightful before. In that a while. Yet now this was their way of moving, as trees did move, and they swayed to her steps as she walked along a path unmarked and ungiven. Her eyes watching the dirt, mindful of the bugs and the snails. Oh! A snail! They were far friendlier than the bugs and had little reason to rush.
“My good friend, how do you do this day?” Nowere said as she kneeled down next to a fallen log, of which a snail sat. The snail was perhaps as big as a cat. He wore two hats upon his eyes and watched the skies. Chewing on the bark that came off of the log, as it turned into gum to which he blew bubbles from.
“I have fared better I’m afraid.” The snail sighed, its words were slow and melancholy as all snails voices were, “I had taken to chewing as I do, and I fear I have spat out teeth that were not mine!”
“My! That is good news for me, I have been looking for some teeth a friend has lost!”
“Then they are yours to have.” The snail said this before it blew a large bubble and floated away. Underneath it was a collection of small silver teeth. Nowere picked each up one by one and returned to the creature on the tree.
“I have found your teeth, my friend!” Nowere said with delight.
“How grand! You know without them I am surely sent to death. Come now and return them to my mouth!”
Upon that request, Nowere did just that. The creature gleamed a large smile and turned upon his head. The sound of a lock clicking and a door opening. The creature moved forwards as the door of the tree opened but a crack.
“Go in! Go in! You have certainly been lost long enough!” The creature said with glee. Nowere looked inside the tree, to see roads and streets, of buildings and dimmed morning lights.
“Is it safe?” Nowere asked.
“Of course!”
“Then I trust you and I shall leave. But tell of me one thing: what is your name, good friend?” Nowere asked as she opened the door wider to step inside.
“I am the key to being found when one has been lost.”
“Have I been lost?”
“For a very long time.”
“If I step through the door, will I be found?”
“Certainly! Now hurry through before my teeth are lost again. I wish you to not rot here forever!”
“Thank you.”
Nowere said this as she stepped through the door, and the world of a while returned to her sight. She was no longer lost, but found under a streetlight. Not a forest was to be seen. She wouldn’t have returned here, if it hadn’t been for Key.

Why?

When Nowere, properly named Adil Salem, was but a child when she became lost in the woods one night. While her childish mind hardly recalled the details quite right, she remembered meeting someone, later described to her as being a member of the search and rescue team, who had spoken about needing a key and how the key was missing some of it's teeth. The now older Adil "Nowere" Salem understood that the key was to a rescue vehicle and that she certainly didn't walk through a door hidden in a tree to the lit streets of her neighborhood. She still prefers to believe in her own tale. This riddle reminds her of her time in the woods and how she was most certain that the key was not a thing, but a living being, that showed her the way where she wanted to go and kept her from rotting in the woods. Adil grew up believing then that keys represent the ability to live or die, simply by the way one tilts their head and if they have all of their teeth.

[Morta]

username; + Dark Age +
name; Naomi
gender; Female
favourite riddle and why; I can bring tears to your eyes; resurrect the dead, make you smile, and reverse time. I form in an instant but I last a lifetime. What am I?

Naomi has short term memory loss. It's had a big impact on her life and those around her. So she often spends time relaxing by looking at riddles on the internet. She always forgets them, but this one she always comes back to. And in her eyes, this riddle is a memory she will always have. A memory that will last a lifetime. Even if she forgets it daily. She also loves the irony of the answer. A memory. So even if she'll never remember it, it's always something she'll come back To. And when she sees it, she sometimes remembers little things about what she did before or after looking at the riddle on another day.

[BoomARat]

"Meow..."

[Dreamie]

username; dreamie
name; x
gender; x
favourite riddle and why; xx

lovely design-- as always !!
1200 words + 4 art pieces

[leopardus]

username; ✨moon✨
name; tbd
gender; female
favourite riddle and why;
ressss
gonna make a thread

[Birdy]

username: the pirate

big ol mark-a-roo!