Hobbies Poem Novels & Stories

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?”

“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."

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."

I wish every person could be like that towards their lover and not a cheating manipulative bitch. "So what are your hobbies? I do yoga and I enjoy swimming although it ruins my makeup." Brandon interrupts my thinking and I blush at the question. Is it embarrassing? I mean is it something normal or cool or is it totally lame? "Hey it's fine you can tell me I won't laugh or judge." He says noticing my reaction. "Is it Disney channel? Are you still hung up on Kim Possible?" I smile. "Oh, I know! You play Pokémon Go and you pretend to go to the grocery store but secretly you're actually on a quest to catch some rare pokémon!" I laugh at that."Is it porn?" I literally choke on my drink and start

"Yes. I have a lot of hobbies. But recently, I don't have a chance to do it since the situation at home doesn't allow me so." Xander smiled in relief. His approach was right. "May I ask what are your hobbies?" "I like gardening, pottery, reading, and swimming." Actually, Suzie doesn't have those as hobbies. Except for reading, she was just used to doing all of those as chores. But it wasn't bad. It made her busy and kept her mind calm. "Pottery?" Xander was surprised. It was a unique hobby. He thought about it and had an idea. "I actually know a pottery shop not far from here. Do you want to drop by?"