Hobbies Poem Novels & Stories

"You are also amazing, you have a hobby of reading novels where not many people do the same, nowadays people don't really like reading science,many people prefer other activities to do than spend time reading the lines of words in a book. "I only have two primary hobbies, snacking and second hobby, reading." With an innocent expression, Jessy told the truth. "At least even though you only have two hobbies but it's better than you have a hobby of gossiping about someone hehehe..." "Why are you talking like that? What do you mean, I still don't get it." Many unexpected things came out of David's lips and one of them was like what the man had just said. All things that humans like or dislike mu

All the children's cheered showing their agreement, "Yyyyyayaaayyyyyy" "Every one looks happy. That's a good sign. We will try our best to enjoy with each other. Soooo, let's talk about hobbies." suggested Teacher Huo. Before he could explain or speak more about it, a student asked, "What is a hobby?" Smiling he gestured him to sit and started explaining, "A hobby is something that you like to do mostly in your free time?" "Can eating be counted as a hobby?" asked another student Shaking his head teacher Huo explained, "Hobby is something that you can stay without. Eating is something that is necessary. Like, drawing, dancing, singing, gardening."

She asked him making him sit back and look at her attentively. "I like to read on nature and science. Gardening is my favourite time pass. Archery is my evening time play. I play with guns and have a big collection. I also like snooker. I am also a gym freak. What about you?" Ferris spoke casually. It was first time some one actually asked him about his hobbies. Hazel was though impressed but a little afraid of his extra dangerous hobbies such as archery and playing with guns... "I.... I read books...umm love stories more.... I love cooking and baking.... I also like dancing.... I love to dress up though it can't be counted in hobbies... I love horse riding. That's all..." he smiled at her t

“He’s worm food now, dove. We’re your freedom, and we’ll be here until you’re ready for us.” “Well, what about your hobbies?” I asked after taking a drink. Coughing at the harsh burn, I regarded him with a raised brow. “I’m not talking about killing people, either. Or your stealing-objects-from-other-people habit.” His lips stretched into a grin. “Good, because those are passions, not hobbies.” The humor drained from his face, and he waved dismissively. “Painting is a hobby.”

He had on a faded worn out blue T-shirt and sweatpants that he no longer used. I led him into the garden. "Are we having a picnic in the garden?" "No. Today were going to find you a new hobby." "For me? But I do have a hobby. I like to write." "But do you ever do that? No. You want to do that when you'll be old and when you'll have a lot of time on your hands. But that's not okay. You need to have a hobby now as well. Don't worry. We'll find something you'll enjoy that also won't be time consuming."

Wait, let me squeal first. 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!' Okay, I'm alright now. To see such a scene before me, what a good view to start my day with a handsome view. "Do you have a hobby?" "What kind of hobby? My hobby is reading." "I just found out you have another hobby." "What hobby?" "Staring at handsome views." "Yes I do that every once in a while. Do you know that all girls only stared at handsome views?" "Yes I know that. You're staring at me intently I thought I'm gonna melt."

"Like what?" The feeling of Déjà vu was making Ryder feel uncomfortable. "Different things. As long as it piques my interest, be it drawing, sculpting, making stuffed animals..." "So, you like to make things..." Well... this is a pretty indistinct hobby. "Yeah..." "So, if it "piques your interest", you will do it, whatever it is?" "Yeah..." For a second Ryder felt that the questions and the used tone were a bit odd. "It doesn't mean that I will be able to do it though. I just try my best... most of the things I have done aren't that good."

The question took me off guard but I immediately recovered, "um...eating?" He rolled his eyes, "duh." I laughed raking my head to find out my hobbies, "I love swimming, it frees my mind and relaxes my nerves. I take pictures," I smiled at the memory of me and my camera, my camera that was carefully tucked into a box right now in my room. "Unlike most girls I don't like reading, I only read when I have a problem." "When you have a problem?" Aaron asked his eyes completely focused on me.

“It still counts.” “I mean something that isn’t work-related or physical.” I pointed at him. “When was the last time you did something just because it made you happy?” He didn’t answer right away. Andre opened his mouth, then closed it. A faint crease appeared between his brows as he genuinely seemed to consider the question. The realization hit him that he really didn't have any. I tilted my head. “Exactly.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe I need a hobby.”

she asked. "How about you start first?" he smirked. "I'm Cindy Pearl. I'm 23. I work at a school. I love reading, cooking, and knitting. Those are my hobbies." "Cindy..." He pronounced her name, and it sounded magical in her ears. Why was he so good at everything? "I'm sure you would never want to know what my hobbies are, huh?" "What are your hobbies? I would like to know," she asked, and he smirked darkly.