Hello, my name is Briana and I'm 16. I live in the United States. I grew up in Rapid City, SD, which is just on the outskirts of the beautiful Black Hills. I've been writing since I was about 8, however, writing's not my true passion. I really love to read, mostly historical fiction and non fiction, but sometimes I read pop fiction. I mostly write fanfiction for Twilight, because I'm a huge fan of Carlisle Cullen. I like Bella/Carlisle romance and Bella/Carlisle father/daughter stories.

I also don't really like talking about myself... but these are some of my favorite things.

Favorite people from history: My heroes are George Washington, Marquis de Lafayette, Friedrich von Steuben, Napoleon Bonaparte, and Abraham Lincoln.

Favorite book: (of course the Bible) I love Charles Dickens's "Oliver Twist" and also Agatha Christie's "And Then There Were None".

Favorite song: Hotel California - Eagles

Favorite musical artists: Alex Clare, Eminem, Eagles, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Elton John, The Neighbourhood, and Imagine Dragons.

Political leanings: Should I really mention that?

My heritage: I'm 1/4 English, 1/4 Scots Irish, 1/4 Scandinavian (Swedish), 1/4 Native American, and 4/4 American!

My favorite poem:

Night

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest,
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm.
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold,
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying, 'Wrath, by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness
Is driven away
From our immortal day.

'And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee and weep.
For, washed in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold.'

-- William Blake

Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...

He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher...

He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...

He had no army, yet kings feared him...

He won no military battles, yet he conquered the world...

He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...

He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't ignore it because the Bible says that If you deny Me, I will deny you in front of My Father