The First Hundred Words

Here are the first hundred words to my next attempt at a novel. At this point you might say "What? You already started again!" Well, to tell you the truth, I have been plotting this one out for weeks. So now it's time to get it on paper!!! Here you go:


Jon Douglas looked from the road to the small Golden Retriever pup in the passenger seat. Why had he succumbed to his feelings for it. Jon had stopped in a small town to eat his packed lunch. He didn’t like to spend his hard earned dollars on takeout.
After eating, he had taken a little stroll on main street. Jon had stopped in front of a pet store. Two Golden Retrievers played with each other. Chasing, tackling, biting. Then out of nowhere, a set of arms reached in and grabbed one. The last pup, stunned, looked at its sibling being ripped away from its life. A low pitiful whimper released from the pup’s throat. It turned, and looked out the window. The pup tilted its head and gave Jon its puppy eyes. Those hazel eyes.

Okay so it was 124. (If I counted right) I didn't want to stop mid-paragraph. What do you think? Did it make you want to keep reading or stop? It may be hard to judge a book by 124 words.

P.S. The book is a sub-genre from mystery. They call it a cozy mystery.