You can use me in a game, but safety comes first. I can also be second while frog comes third; again, safety is important.

I’m outside, yet I’m not free. I’m inside, yet I touch the sky. Walls keep me company, but a roof won’t stay nearby. Footsteps echo where I lie what am I?

under the covers i'll spin a yarn stories of lovers, queens, beggars, and brawn you'll turn with my twists til your eyes beg for sleep but your ears will be useless; i don't make a peep.

A slender line dances through fabric's weave, binding notes to a melody, holding tales in a web, and often found tied in a bow.

With pointed fangs, I sit in wait, With piercing force, I dole out fate, Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, Eternally joining in a single bite. What am I?