Hobbies Poem Novels & Stories

“Beekeeping age, huh?” “Huh?” They stared at each other, both confused. Harvey is confused at her words, and Christy is confused as to why he doesn’t understand the joke. It was a long-running joke online. She blinked. “You really are a boring dude…” She stated, coming close to him, her face close to his. He moved back a bit. “I don’t have hobbies or many things I like.” “Yeah, that makes sense, but like…you don’t exactly need hobbies or things you like to watch reels and videos online.”

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?"

Hazel Today I decided to meet up with a my girls for. Why? Because it's weekend. Like, I don't want to waste the weekend just like that. I might as well have fun. We planned a picnic on one of the beautiful park in the city. Each one of us will bring something and we'd enjoy it together. I went for cupcakes and brownies. I have a thing for baking. You can say my second hobbies is baking. “Who do we have here. Miss D-” I nudge Layla on her side stomach before she could blabber something. The other girls are still unaware of everything. I’m not ready for another session of gossip.

“What are your hobbies?” I can barely think past the heat coiling low in my stomach. “I don’t know.” I swallow. “Reading, p-painting. Cooking sometimes. A little bit of dancing.” His lips tilt at the corner. “Dancing, hmm?” He lifts my hand before I can react, bringing it to his lips. The kiss he presses against my knuckles is soft and reverent. It’s the kind of touch that should feel sweet. Rather than that, it’s teasing.

“You are used to being busy and having too much free time is hindering your ability to think straight, right?” He nodded, disheartened. “Um, how about you follow a hobby?” I softened my tone, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. “I have always seen you busy or being productive. Why won’t you do something fun for the first time?” He was baffled, tilting his head adorably as if my words were foreign. “Something… fun? Like?” “Things you wanted to but never had the time. You have a month. Try painting, writing articles, gaming, or watching movies or shows.”

‘‘Slow down, it’s just a question, why are you so nervous,’’ he asked. ‘‘I am not nervous; I am trying to….’’ ‘‘Okay,’’ ‘‘ I like sleeping, its my first hobby and the only thing I do on my free time, I would also like to write poems and novels, with a pseudo name because I am sure no one will read if it is written by Perez, and I want just that, I try to write poems when I’m free and sometime back, I used to draw too,’’ I explained. No one had ever given me a platform to express my views and opinions so candidly, no one listens to what I say, or reads between the lines and beyond the lines of my words.

"Amelia, I've been thinking about our conversation the other day, about our shared interests and passions. It occurred to me that we haven't delved deeper into that. Tell me, what are some of your favorite hobbies or activities?" Amelia looked up from her book, a glimmer of excitement lighting up her eyes. "Oh, there are so many things I enjoy," she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I love painting and drawing. It allows me to express myself and escape into a world of colors and imagination. And I have a deep love for nature. I find solace in the beauty of the outdoors, especially when I take long walks or spend time in the garden."

With anything and for anything it's good. - You become a stylist now? - I ask turning to her seeing her bed with several pieces of clothing. - I like anything related to arts, fashion enters. I even think about doing it. Painting and sculpting are my passions and hobbies, my leisure, I don't want to turn this into a profession. Our hobbies are meant to help us escape routine and stress, Mom said. If our leisure becomes a duty, where would we rely on to escape reality? (...) What are your hobbies? - He asks me, rummaging through his closet.

I was slowly beginning to fall asleep myself. “And I was wrong. I do have a hobby,” he said quietly. “You do?” “Yes” “Tell me then,” I said. “My favorite hobby is spending time with you.”