Novels by Joy Francis

As I entered the church, I stood beside a pew arranged in the sixth row. I was already noted as one who doesn't sit at the front owing to the fact that I was bashful. Even my smile was as bashfully as I was."The front pews aren't occupied yet. Would you mind sitting there?" A lad enquired with a broad grin. He had a kindly face and a warm smile, and when he talked his sweetness shone through. He was young, tall, broad, black-eyed, with a crew cut. He looked impressive, like a Hollywood teen approaching eighteen."Um... I... good morning," I said, with a tremulous voice while bending my head downwards like one counting the sands of the earth."Yeah, good morning. How are you?" he said, turning his gaze downwards to figure out what I was staring at.

It all started the day I beheld a girl standing at the ingang of a church I attended at the time. The church was built in a cross shape which was rectangular to represent the resurrection of Jesus as a symbol of Christianity. I had no inkling that such church existed since it looked like one built before Reformation and tended to be traditional and remain in that layout.She stood there like a living goddess, radiating a beauty known only of mermaids. Her presence seemed to whip everyone who beheld her into a certain orgy of pleasantries. She was acknowledged for her charming looks and her presence outshone the sun. She was indeed the fairest of maiden; a beauty that words could not describe.It was still morning and the whole fair, green world seemed to be laughing in the sunlight; the christians were full of sunshine and fragrance; the surrounding was full of sweet scent from the flowers that came peeping at me. Children were singing in the distance as th