Are you a logical person? Could you use your logic like a tool to solve problems? Then this is where you'll find some great challenges to test your logical skills.
Here you'll find our logic riddles, including short logic riddles, easy logic riddles, hard logic riddles and long logic riddles. All the riddles are with answers.
Old Mr. Smith was found dead in his study by young Jack. Jack recounted his dismal discovery to Detective Anderson, who happened to be around the scene.
"I was walking by Mr. Smith's house when I thought I would just pop in for a visit. I noticed his study light was on and I decided to peek in from the outside to see if he was in there. There was frost on the window, so I had to wipe it away to see inside. That is when I saw his body. So I kicked in the front door to confirm my suspicions of foul play. I called the police immediately afterward."
With a clue from Detective Anderson, the police officers immediately arrested Jack for the murder of Mr. Smith.
How could the detective tell Jack was lying?
Riddle me, riddle me, rin-е-go, mother gave me some seeds to sow. The seeds were black, the ground was white. If you riddle me that, you'll escape my bite.
What are they?
It is energy and motion, it can fly across the ocean.
It can listen and even speak, it can see and even seek.
It eats neither fruit nor gruel, it eats energy and fuel.
Better say: It doesn't eat; It is transformed into heat.
What is it?
My step is slow, and I breathe snow.
To the ground, I bring death.
My marching brings an end to me,
I'm slain by the sun or engulfed by the sea.
What am I?
I am all that you see, yet I’m nothing at all, and from you, I will flee.
Formed of deception, I will twist your perception.
Wherever I'm rising, I warp the horizon.
What am I?
I am a plant you use in food, and my name consists of 5 letters.
Remove the first letter of my name, and you'll get a form of energy.
Get rid of two, and you'll get something necessary for life.
Scramble together the last 3 letters, and you can drink it.
What am I?
You will find me in the mountains, and you'll find me in a creek.
I have no mouth, but I speak every tongue.
I have no ears, yet I answer every cry, and I always have the final word.
What am I?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky,
Atop a tender strand,
Rising from the land,
'Til killed by maiden's hand.
Perhaps, as a token of love.
Perhaps, to say goodbye.
What is it?
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