Past riddles

When once I was from beaks and wings, now I'm heard via typing things. What am I?

I'm used with a flick of the wrist and crack without a voice. What am I?

I am someone you may face, but not want to greet. In war and in conflict, it's me you must...

With a flourish I appear, inked and sincere. My mark is unique, on paper I speak. By hand...

I can make you giddy with a touch of cheer, or fill you with dread when I am near.

I wander unknown, without a home, In alleys and streets, I often roam.

I arrive when it's hot, on skin I may dot. Evidence of toil, I seep when you boil. What am...

I am something you do with what you lack, In hopes of later giving it back.

I am by the river, where nature calms the soul. I also keep your treasures safe, where go...

I hold the weight of truth in just one word, Immutable proof unaffected by the absurd. N...