Hobby Poems Novels & Stories

He explained. "Do you have any hobbies Owen?" "Programming." "That's your job." I laughed. "Then I guess not." He chuckled nervously. "Try a series of different hobbies and anyone that sticks with you, continue it." I shrugged. "What's your own hobby?" "Throwing blades, pole dancing, ballet." I could go on and on. "Blade throwing?" He asked, perplexed. "Yeah, you know, when you throw blades against a target." I explained using my hands.

“He’s worm food now, dove. We’re your freedom, and we’ll be here until you’re ready for us.” “Well, what about your hobbies?” I asked after taking a drink. Coughing at the harsh burn, I regarded him with a raised brow. “I’m not talking about killing people, either. Or your stealing-objects-from-other-people habit.” His lips stretched into a grin. “Good, because those are passions, not hobbies.” The humor drained from his face, and he waved dismissively. “Painting is a hobby.”

I said as I began to gather all the documents. "This feels like a gift to the elderly and disabled," Anne said as she packed up her belongings. "A gift?" Alex asked, glancing at his watch. "Yes, I love giving gifts because it brings happiness to people. It's like a hobby for me. Whenever I have some free time, I enjoy giving gifts. How about you, Audrey? What's your hobby?" Anne asked, standing up. "Hmm, that's not a hobby for me, but I sometimes take photos when I have some free time," Audrey replied as she snapped a picture of herself.

He had on a faded worn out blue T-shirt and sweatpants that he no longer used. I led him into the garden. "Are we having a picnic in the garden?" "No. Today were going to find you a new hobby." "For me? But I do have a hobby. I like to write." "But do you ever do that? No. You want to do that when you'll be old and when you'll have a lot of time on your hands. But that's not okay. You need to have a hobby now as well. Don't worry. We'll find something you'll enjoy that also won't be time consuming."

“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.”

She said coldy. He didn't care to watch her trudge off but closed the door and grabbed a book from his table. He hadn't had time to read in a long time, a hobby he had once indulged in. It was the poetic recount of tales of knights and kings that had lived long before him. He had hoped, as a child, that someday poems and songs would be written about him but as a man grown he knew that most victories were gotten in the time of war and no one wanted war. The blood shed and loss left scars that never truly healed.

"My name is Luca Giovanni. I deal drugs for a living. I'm the baddest in the game. Badder than all the drug lords you've seen in movies. I have a lot of powerful friends who are politicians and entrepreneurs and artists. I have a lot of hobbies that make me happy. I love doing yoga. I love doing drugs with my friends. I enjoy orgies with whòres. I also enjoy watching my enemies bleed to death after I'm done butchering them. But my favourite hobby is doing coke on a yacht with some sèxy model sucking my big dìck." I can bet on my life that this guy has the smallest dìck in the world. His small dìck energy tells me all I need to know about the package between his legs. "Hobbies!" He grins. "We

"If you do something you love, you will always be happy to do it. Therefore, a hobby can become a job. The writing is in your blood, Lilo, it's no use denying it. I rolled my eyes, pulling the invisible mask against my face again. " Writers are crazy, they imagine bizarre stories that would never happen to a normal human being. I don't want to waste my time on such a stupid hobby. The words hurt. I knew they would hurt, but I was sure when he uncrossed his arms and relaxed his shoulders. Your famous defeat pose. My father couldn't understand that despite loving him, going on with his life would be the same as wishing for failure. I hated thinking that way. I hated having such a stereotypical

I have never really had to think of what my hobbies are. “Hmmm, well I like running, training, and sparring but I am not sure if those can be considered hobbies. I tried painting once and I like it, but I was not very good at it. I would have to say I like gardening. Something about growing plants from baby seeds is exciting to me.” I really do like gardening, but I am still not sure if it is a hobby. I do not have much time to garden, and in the last few years have cut my collection of plants down to a few succulents. “I am surprised by that a little, but I can see how with your caring nature that you would be good with plants.” I like that Daphne compliments me.

(Your favorite holiday) _________ is as joyful as the mourning of those who got lost. Yes, this poem is ironic and it sounds weird. But I know that I (name an extraordinary talent/skill where you're the only person who knows) ________. With this extravagance, I adore the (first impressive thing you see at your left)________. So hey! the (name the smallest thing you can find in your house/room at this moment)__________ is just like a painting of my willpower. Mostly drained but charging for more determination. the (the first circular shape that you could find) __________ is your foundation in building yourself.