Answer:
Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take.
Sometimes you feel it weigh a ton. Yet it is nothing, but somehow still there. Makes you uncomfortable around anyone, But speak its name and it's gone.
Sheets of paper that tell new stories each day.
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
I run cold and hot, I look blue but am red. What am I?
Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.