People look at me all the time. I have a large vocabulary. I can teach people a lot of new things. I can be mysterious, funny, adventurous, romantic, scary, and sad. I tell stories. I can take people to other worlds. What am I?
I have no voice, yet I speak to you; I tell of all things in the world that people do. I have leaves, but I am not a tree. I have a spine and hinges, but I am not a man or a door; I have told you all, I cannot tell you more.
What am I?
I shift around, though always slowly. I never move more than a few inches at a time. A large movement by me can kill many people. I am huge, yet unseen by humans. What am I?
I have been the beginning of ideas for all time, yet I am just one simple small object, the things that you can use me for can be frustrating and also I can be pretty. I have some of the most valuable thing in the world on me, yet almost everyone owns me. With me you can make anything. What am I?
