Can have many colors! Seen at parties and loved by kids. Can be silent, can be very loud too!

I’m a hard, hooked tool of metal and might, used to lift what’s stuck or force what’s tight. I slip into cracks where doors won’t budge, and with one strong pull, I make things nudge. What am I?

I have a point but no particular view, I have lead but I cannot walk, I can draw and sketch for you. What am I?

I am a shallow traveler who sails in circles, never crossing the surface I explore. I carry currents of heat and flavor, yet I am rarely tasted myself. I can be silver at a feast or plastic at a roadside stop, equally trusted with a child’s first meal and a patient’s last. What am I?

I can mark the breaking point of patience, or the start of a decision made in an instant. I am small enough to be made by fingers, yet loud enough to end an argument. I can freeze a moment in memory, or cut a bond so it cannot be tied again. What am I?