Hobbies Poem Novels & Stories

"This may sound cocky but there is this rich kid course that teaches you most of these things. I skydive, ride a motorcycle, ride a sports car, play hockey, and a lot of things which do not help us in life but make us look sophisticated" "So golf too?" she asked. "Yes," he said with a sigh. She let out a chuckle which was contagious and made him laugh too. "What are your hobbies?" "I have none" "What?" she said almost screaming. "None," he said again. "I think we need to fix that. Maybe cooking? Or reading a book? Or watching a movie?" she asked. "None," he said again firmly. "Okay you know how well you made that meal in Aurora Haven?" she asked and he nodded. "I guess it would make a lot of

(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?"

"My name is Luca Giovanni. I deal drugs for a living. I'm the baddest in the game. Badder than all the drug lords you've seen in movies. I have a lot of powerful friends who are politicians and entrepreneurs and artists. I have a lot of hobbies that make me happy. I love doing yoga. I love doing drugs with my friends. I enjoy orgies with whòres. I also enjoy watching my enemies bleed to death after I'm done butchering them. But my favourite hobby is doing coke on a yacht with some sèxy model sucking my big dìck." I can bet on my life that this guy has the smallest dìck in the world. His small dìck energy tells me all I need to know about the package between his legs. "Hobbies!" He grins. "We

“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.”

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.”

Jean: “No problem. Good you messaged me today. What are your plans for the day?” Marie: “Nothing much. I studied a little, and I think that is what I am going to do.” Jean: “Take a break! Your holidays have just started. Stop studying.” Marie: “Studying is my favorite hobby. Taking a break from it is not possible.” Jean: “How can studying be a hobby?” Marie: “The same way playing basketball can be a hobby.” Jean: “Oh please! Playing is very different from studying.” Marie: “If you say so. Haha. What will you do today?”

"My name is Ericka, i'm twenty four. I'm an orphan, I lost my parents at the age of five and...I guess that's all." Grandpa Hart laughed slightly and shook his head. "No dear, that's not what I meant. I meant your hobbies, likes and so on. These are the details that best describes a person and i want to know the hobby of my future grand daughter in law." A knot formed between her brows. Hobbies?. Come to think of it, she had none. The only thing she loved doing was cooking. "I guess my hobby is cooking?." She said, more of to herself than to grandpa Hart.