Hobbies Poem Novels & Stories

(Your favorite holiday) _________ is as joyful as the mourning of those who got lost. Yes, this poem is ironic and it sounds weird. But I know that I (name an extraordinary talent/skill where you're the only person who knows) ________. With this extravagance, I adore the (first impressive thing you see at your left)________. So hey! the (name the smallest thing you can find in your house/room at this moment)__________ is just like a painting of my willpower. Mostly drained but charging for more determination. the (the first circular shape that you could find) __________ is your foundation in building yourself.

"I'm not talking about exercises. I'm talking about your hobbies. Like, what do you like to do when you are free?" "Uhh...hang out, party, check my social media feed and make sure everything is perfect. And yes—do back bitching about others!" Tristian gawks at me for a few seconds and then sighs. " This is going to be difficult."he murmurs. "I'm not talking about what you like to distract yourself with. I'm talking about your hobby. Like singing,dancing or painting…" I open my mouth,but then shut it. "I don't know. I did try these things but never thought of doing them when I am free." I shrug.

He was patient about making sure we got it right where I wanted it above the bed. I catch him looking at it and smiling often. WHen I asked him about it, he said it was my first stamp on our house and he can't wait to see what else I do with it. He encourages me to find a hobby. Something to do in my downtime, when we are snowed in. Painting, reading, sewing or something fun he says. So, I'm not surprised that he asks me about it, once we're hiking to our favorite hunting spot today. "Have you thought anymore about a hobby, Little One?"

“I see your point. So what other hobbies do you have.” “I like to upcycle, you know take something and find a new use for it. And I love rubix cubes. I have a bit of a cube collection at home.” “Oh wow. Nice! I don’t have any kind of collection really. Well…” “What? Tell me?” “I collect and shape origami. It’s a secret hobby of mine.” “That’s really cool. I heard there was an exhibit coming to the art musuem soon. That would be cool. I keep up on the exhibits in case they show case any photography I like to go and get inspiration.”

“What other hobbies do you have that I don’t know about?” “Darts ain’t exactly a hobby. It’s an excuse to hang out with my friends and drink beer. They’ve been trying to get me to join a volleyball league but it doesn’t interest me. I’m in a book club, but half the time I don’t read the damn ‘literary’ books they pick because they’re total downers.”

I explained honestly. There was only truth in what I said. I used to like drawing but when things got difficult, I had to shift my attention away. “So what do you do when you’re not studying?” He asked. I thought about it for a second, I didn’t really have any hobbies. “I like reading, sometimes. Other than that, I don’t think I’ve ever…” I trailed off. It was weird saying it out loud, i never really thought about having hobbies. Soon Adrien was dragging me to every stand, trying out every activity.

"I’ve been busy since I was young, Rave. I worked part-time jobs as a teenager and continued to work through college. I even studied physiotherapy while working as a nurse." Raven stopped chewing immediately. “Can you split yourself in two? You couldn’t possibly do all that with just one body.” “There’s nothing special about it. I just had to work hard. And you’re always busy too, aren’t you? You probably don’t have hobbies either.” Gia skillfully shifted the conversation away from her own life, which she didn't enjoy discussing for a variety of reasons, including a less than ideal childhood. “You’d be surprised! I actually have many hobbies. During college, I engaged in horseback riding, po

The last time he had a short story writing competition at his school was during his school days. "Mm, write maybe," Leora answered hesitantly, smiling innocently. Rumi chuckled, "That's not the point, or just like this. What is your hobby at home that is related to household activities?" asked Rumi once more. Leora scratched her head that didn't itch, why was it so difficult to answer Rumi's question. Though this is not a national exam that must require brain intelligence. "Mm, my hobby is at home...." Leora answered hanging her words.

He didn't argue, which told me I wasn't wrong. I asked what he actually enjoyed, separate from Ashbourne, separate from being my husband, and he genuinely struggled to answer. He used to sail, he said, before it became something he did for board retreats instead of pleasure. He liked photography once, badly, before it became one more thing he didn't have time for. "You need a hobby," I told him, delighted by the sheer scandal of the suggestion. "I have a hobby." "Reading annual reports doesn't count." "It's demanding. It requires focus."

Then, “any secret hobbies that don't involve a keyboard?” “No,” I managed to choke out. “I don't really have time for those. Between church, school, and... everything else, I guess I don't really get out much. And also, it's just creative writing. And it's not like the things I write about are unusual.” I shrugged, ignoring the way my cheeks burned, “it's just about sex. Everyone has sex.”