A riddle for the brave.
Last week I visited the dusky quarters of a snickering old hermit. Somehow this horrid hag found a most personal telephone number of mine and inquired that I make haste to her home. Of course I wasn't at all frightened. The straggling stranger sounded like a sweet senectuous siren. Albeit her voice was very demanding - I did not mind to take a visit.
So I made stride to the location and entered in, naturally knocking on the door. When I made it in, I saw that my obvious assumption was splendidly accurate. This howling woman went on a rampage about how I was late by two minuscule minutes, but I calmed her down by pulling a colorful, cardinal rose bouquet. She was quite flattered...almost enamored. She sat me down on a table with some giant crystal ball. Apparently she was a fortune teller.
Honestly the whole display was ridiculously repulsive. Tacky beads hanging from the ceiling, something that looked like a discarded Halloween decoration on the wall - even the crystal center-piece had the appearance of something that came from a carcanet! I went along with it for the sake of the madame's humility. Despite her outlandish, obnixely, outer, ostent I could not crush the heart of an elder.
So she made me sit and read my future through my palm. This of course is an outright lie, because my hand was gloved the entire time as it always is. Yet, as I stated a couple fleeting statements ago I played along with her farce. She then chuckled chillingly and then told me this odd riddle.
My worth is quite large and I am always hoped for.
As long as you are not equal to zero I will always exist.
Many believe me to be kind, but other times I am cruel and harsh.
You asked for me but did not specify how I should come.
It's silly to think I am always a good thing - just because good happens to you.
Who am I?
At first I thought the answer was quite obvious and that it was magic. Everything in this world is easily solvable if you believe in magic! This teller became immediately enraged and began to lecture me about how young people always thought that something as phony as magic was the answer to all! What a crass crab she was. I was going to ask her for a meager hint, but then she got up and shoved me out! She babbled about having another job to get to so she couldn't be around me.
I don't remember her name but I do have a sharp memory of the chipped sign outside the door. It read in worn blue: "Wendy's Fortune Telling! All your questions are answered here!". I wonder if anyone knows of this Wendy? She is not a very pleasant pedestrian.
In any case I wonder if anyone knows the answer to this riddle. I want to find out the answer and go to her. Then I can push it into her worn wrinkled face and laugh about how I found out the secret to her riddle!...Of course I will credit you, to some extent of course.
Of course I still have no idea what in the world does a riddle have to do with my fate? Then again she didn't even read my palm so perhaps she just thought of it on the spot.
In any case I apologize for such a lengthy post. I am sure those with short attention spans have already left, so to all those that stayed congratulate yourself. You are now near my level of focus!
So I made stride to the location and entered in, naturally knocking on the door. When I made it in, I saw that my obvious assumption was splendidly accurate. This howling woman went on a rampage about how I was late by two minuscule minutes, but I calmed her down by pulling a colorful, cardinal rose bouquet. She was quite flattered...almost enamored. She sat me down on a table with some giant crystal ball. Apparently she was a fortune teller.
Honestly the whole display was ridiculously repulsive. Tacky beads hanging from the ceiling, something that looked like a discarded Halloween decoration on the wall - even the crystal center-piece had the appearance of something that came from a carcanet! I went along with it for the sake of the madame's humility. Despite her outlandish, obnixely, outer, ostent I could not crush the heart of an elder.
So she made me sit and read my future through my palm. This of course is an outright lie, because my hand was gloved the entire time as it always is. Yet, as I stated a couple fleeting statements ago I played along with her farce. She then chuckled chillingly and then told me this odd riddle.
My worth is quite large and I am always hoped for.
As long as you are not equal to zero I will always exist.
Many believe me to be kind, but other times I am cruel and harsh.
You asked for me but did not specify how I should come.
It's silly to think I am always a good thing - just because good happens to you.
Who am I?
At first I thought the answer was quite obvious and that it was magic. Everything in this world is easily solvable if you believe in magic! This teller became immediately enraged and began to lecture me about how young people always thought that something as phony as magic was the answer to all! What a crass crab she was. I was going to ask her for a meager hint, but then she got up and shoved me out! She babbled about having another job to get to so she couldn't be around me.
I don't remember her name but I do have a sharp memory of the chipped sign outside the door. It read in worn blue: "Wendy's Fortune Telling! All your questions are answered here!". I wonder if anyone knows of this Wendy? She is not a very pleasant pedestrian.
In any case I wonder if anyone knows the answer to this riddle. I want to find out the answer and go to her. Then I can push it into her worn wrinkled face and laugh about how I found out the secret to her riddle!...Of course I will credit you, to some extent of course.
Of course I still have no idea what in the world does a riddle have to do with my fate? Then again she didn't even read my palm so perhaps she just thought of it on the spot.
In any case I apologize for such a lengthy post. I am sure those with short attention spans have already left, so to all those that stayed congratulate yourself. You are now near my level of focus!