I am taken from a mine and shut up in a wooden case from which I am never released and yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
I am pencil lead.
It could a pen found in a mine
For some, I am used to get around. I never even touch the ground. Sometimes I fall in a large open tank and sometimes I float in the air and then rise. What am I?
I live above a star, and yet I never burn, I have eleven neighbors, and yet none of them turn, I am visited in sequence, first, last or in between, PRS (& sometimes Q) are my initials, Now, tell me what I mean.
I am what goes up but never comes down. I am needed but hated. I am useful in more than one way. I somewhat hold the future. What am I?
