Hobby Poems の小説・ストーリー

‘‘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.

"What I'm about to share with you, well, no one else knows I do." "Spill it already, Habbab." "I wrote you a poem." I blurt it out, as I command myself. "A poem?" There's surprise in his eyes, that's good. "Yes, I like to write. It was a habit I picked up at the boarding school I was sent to study at. There we were supposed to take a class that encouraged creativity. I took literature, mostly we read classic books and others not so much. But once in a while, we were given the assignment to write. I really liked poems a lot."

I asked out of curiosity, I really want to know the next line. “Hmmm… I don’t really… remember as it… was just song… by the bards… but it goes… like this… “Easy comes, easy go's. A flower bed, a garden rose. Tress are dancing, wind is gushing. Birds are singing, snakes are grinning.” That is a weird poem, it doesn't seem to have any meaning. I kept wondering who the author was and what was in his mind when he wrote that. "Do you know who wrote non Droon?"

The night sky stretches above, clear and star-studded, a canvas of serenity that contrasts with the chaos within me. I've always found comfort in writing, and tonight is no different. The words flow from my fingertips onto the screen, a form of therapy that helps me process the storm of emotions raging inside me. As I jot down a few lines about my situation, the poem takes shape, capturing the essence of my pain and confusion. It's a bittersweet creation, a reflection of the tangled web of emotions I find myself trapped in.

“But then that wouldn't be a hobby, huh?” Suddenly all the clumsiness of the teenage years that I missed came back tenfold. The. Worst. Timing. Ever. “No, it wouldn’t classify as a hobby,” he drawled nonchalantly. I tended to be good at reading vibes from people. Usually. But with Chance Macklemore, I had no idea where I stood. “I love to hike,” I remarked with a tight smile. “We try to go at least once a month,” I added. “My kids and I.”

Staying at home all day was a lame and boring thing to Smiles...To keep herself busy, she spent her free time baking cake and some pastries. It was as if there was a special occasion going on, with the sweet aroma of her work of art screaming all over the large living room...Baking is her hobby, and doing it makes her happy though she isn't good enough at icing, the words fair can be used to rate her...With a happy face, she serves everyone in the mansion, not forgetting to reserve some for Keane...It was passed bedtime and Keane wasn't home. She was bored waiting...

I tied my hair in a low ponytail as I continued painting my artwork. The only thing that needs some attention are the detailed part of the sky. You know, the formation of the clouds, the birds, and some shades on it. After finishing it, I stared at it long enough to the point I started to hate it. Always like that. Everytime I wrote a poem, I read it over and over until it sounds very corny. It's a very weird habit.

His words made me glad, but I tried to appear indifferent. "Novels." I said, and he squinted his eyes in apparent confusion. "Sorry?" "Novels. I love to read novels. My hobby." I explained, and he grinned. "I wouldn't outrightly say that my hobby is reading novels, but it is definitely part of the things I love to do in my spare time."

She noticed his dominating aura and looked around. There was no one like him in the whole restaurant. All the girls were time to time looking at him and she felt anger at how shameless they are. "So what are your hobbies?" She asked him making him sit back and look at her attentively. "I like to read on nature and science. Gardening is my favourite time pass. Archery is my evening time play. I play with guns and have a big collection. I also like snooker. I am also a gym freak. What about you?" Asher spoke casually. It was first time some one actually asked him about his hobbies. Ashley was though impressed but a little afraid of his extra dangerous hobbies such as archery and playing with g

She smiles a little, then says, “But that is just sad.” I throw the ingredients into the pan and add olive oil and some garlic. “That we’re workaholics and have no interest in anything that wastes our time?” “That you do not have hobbies. I’ll find you one.” “No need to.” “Yes, there is a need to. Hobbies are important. Everyone I know has at least one, and some have a few.” “Everyone you know is a kid. All kids have are hobbies.” “That is not true. There is Daniel and Knox, and they like a lot of things, like sports and clubbing.”