Hobbies Poem Novels & Stories

‘‘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.

Whatever the thing was she decided to talk about that later so, she nodded and Aiden called for the waiter. Aiden attempted to strike up a conversation after the waiter had left with their orders, asking, "Do you have any hobbies?" He inquired, and she raised an eyebrow at him "Okay, that was a dumb question. Art of course." She let out a soft chuckle as he ran his hand through his hair "Yes, and I have a weakness for knife throwing as well. So, how about you?" "Hm, let's see. I enjoy archery, which my grandfather taught me when I was a child. But I have to say that painting and knife throwing are two completely different things."

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.”

He breathes out a sigh, boring into my eyes again. "What are they?" I plead, still cupping his face and reading the language of his eyes. I love how they look when they melt like this. The dark glow in them sparkles with flames of fire. A very alluring sight that I would stare at the whole day and even get lost in it. "The gym was my only hobby aside from work." That got me to smile real broad, releasing a small chuckle. "What?" He queries. "I never in my life heard of work being a hobby. I'm hearing it for the first time." I state, standing up because my knees are beginning to hurt.

"I don’t waste time on trivial things like that. Life’s too short to spend it on distractions packaged as fun." I blinked, stunned by his tone. "Excuse me?" Leaning back in my chair. My mind scrambled to process the sheer arrogance in his words. "You heard me," Toby said, his expression smug. "All these hobbies people cling to, they’re just excuses to avoid being productive. I mean, what’s the point of spending time on things that don’t add measurable value to your life?" I stared at him, biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from snapping. "Well, I’d argue that hobbies give life balance. They make people happy."

We sat down on a bench overlooking the beautiful garden just outside the dining hall, a place where flowers bloomed in every color imaginable, so bright and perfect it almost looked fake. “What do you do in your free time?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. “Do you even have any hobbies?” He turned toward me, resting his arm along the back of the bench so his whole body faced mine. “Good question,” he said thoughtfully. “It’s a little hard to answer.” His lips moved slowly, like he was tasting every word. “Everything I do is… essentially my job. I love reading, but I read to learn—to better understand my people, to understand the other Kingdoms.” His gaze drifted past me, as if he

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.

“It's late, though. After a difficult day, I have a board meeting first thing in the morning.” "The lamb is cold," I whispered, my eyes stinging. "I waited three hours." "Then don't wait," he said, his voice deepening an octave and turning into that silky, menacing velvet. I give you a life that most women would murder for so that you don't have to stand over a hot stove. That is entirely your decision if you choose to do it. However, please don't let your hobbies become a burden to me. ​A hobby. My marriage, my effort to love him, was a hobby.