Hobbies Poem Novels & Stories

“Any hobbies besides beaches?” Hannah laughed lightly, her hands never stopping their magic. “Reading thrillers, like I mentioned. And I paint sometimes nothing serious, just abstracts with lots of color. Helps me unwind after long days touching strangers. Though not all clients are as easy to talk to as you.” “You’re easy to talk to too,” I replied. “Most therapists stay quiet. You make this feel… personal.”

I let out a small laugh, remembering how Dominic and I played with the dough, "Yeah, I love baking, since it helps me relax." She nodded with an amused smile. "That’s lovely, and what about hobbies? Apart from baking?" Well this is a question while I never got asked before, that's surprisingly strange to answer at this moment. But let's see, what kind of answers I have to this question. "Reading, sketching sometimes, and, well, I guess I’ve developed a new hobby of hiding from the overprotectiveness of those four brothers." Mrs. Helen laughed heartily at the last response. "Oh dear, I can understand, they care about you deeply, so it's quite normal for them to behave like this."

Hollis seemed to brighten at Whitney’s mentioning of having EX girlfriends, and both girls paused to nurse their hot coffees. Whitney broke the silence, changing the subject. “What about you, Holly? What do you like doing for fun?” “I never have time for hobbies.” Hollis spoke softly, setting her beverage down but keeping both hands wrapped around it. “I’d been helping my brother with bills since I was sixteen. When I get a hold of a free day and don’t already have plans, I like fishing from time to time...but I go alone. My brother doesn’t have patience to fish...” She seemed like she wanted to say more, but gave a half shrug and took the book back gingerly.

Antony said. " There's is not much to say about me . But you didn't act dramatically, you just said what you felt " I said to Antony. " Well yeah I agree , what are your hobbies, what do you like to do for fun? " Antony asked this time, sincerely interested in knowing about me. " Hmm, well I do write , I like to paint, even though I haven't done it in a while, and I love reading , which you already know maybe " I said, fiddling with my phone.

"I've seen a lot of girls checking you out when you walk past them in the hallway or when they talk to you outside class. Are you saying you don't like any of them?" "I don't, although I like a particular Lycan who bears the name of an exotic bird. " "Stop," she nudged me, smiling. "Back to our Q and A." "Actually, I do have hobbies. I sing, and sometimes I write poetry." She burst into unrestrained laughter as if the mere thought of my singing skill was ridiculous. "Prove it by singing for me." I got on my feet."Sure. Let me clear my throat first." I took a deep breath and began to sing a soft melody.

I say. Dad shakes his head. “He’s still young. He’ll bounce back. Maybe quicker than he thinks.” The joke slides right past me. I take another sip of water and focus on the condensation running down the glass instead of the conversation. Hailey comes to the rescue almost immediately, “Girl talk aside, any hobbies outside school?” Gratitude floods my chest. “Yeah. Photography. Reading sometimes.” “That’s cool,” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “What do you like to photograph?”

"I'm sorry, but I cannot fill that role. I don't want to talk about it." The cynicism of her remark riled me up but I raised my hands in mock surrender, knowing that I needed to tread carefully around this subject. "So tell me what you love to do in your spare time?" I asked, hoping to ease the tension. Her smile returned slowly, her eyes lighting up as she spoke. "I don't have a lot of hobbies, but I read, and I'm really into art and gardening. What about you?" "Music," I replied, feeling a thrill of excitement course through my veins. "I sing and play the harmonica.

She served our meal and poured our glasses of wine, then left, I took my glass and drank a sip. The silence was getting deafening. I guess I'd start. “What do you even do asides working? I’ve never seen you do anything else.” He paused and rubbed his temple as if searching for the right answer. “I read.” “And?” “I watch sports and art.” I scoffed. “The typical rich man's hobbies.” He chuckled lightly. “I’m also a man of nature.” “Is that why you have a garden?” His eyes suddenly darkened, an emotion I couldn't interpret swirling through them. “Yes.”

"So you've finally proven you're good at something besides pole dancing and swaying your hips." "I'm good at everything that crosses your mind, sir." A light laugh escaped me as I whisked the eggs into the vegetables and added the cheese. "Really? And what exactly are you skilled at besides dancing and swimming?" With a mischievous arch of his brow, he folded his arms and tossed his wicked question my way. At that moment, I probably looked like I was about to faint. I couldn't control my expression whenever his intentions made filthy images appear in my head. "Simple hobbies. Singing, writing, and reading books—usually philosophical ones. I'm also good at sewing and knitting."

"Yes, you. Don't act like you don't have hobbies. I chuckled, glancing between the both of them. "Well... I paint." Alessia's eyes widened. "Paint? Really? I didn't expect that. I heard you were a businesswoman. I thought your hobbies would be something serious, like reading market reports or, I don't know, collecting art, not making it." I laughed, leaning back. "Even businesswomen need to let off steam. I just happen to do mine with a brush and a bottle of wine."