Run: 2026-02-17-01KHMN6SFTGSYFPV7GJY4SK0B8

Run Details

Model:
Ministral 8B
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:
9.0s
Cost:
$0.000317

Evaluation summary

Score Evaluator
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94.74% Adverbs in dialogue tags (details)
86.96% AI-ism adverb frequency (details)
100.00% AI-ism character names (details)
100.00% AI-ism location names (details)
4.35% AI-ism word frequency (details)
100.00% Cliché density (details)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell) (details)
100.00% Filter word density (details)
100.00% Gibberish response detection (details)
0.00% Markdown formatting overuse (details)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks) (details)
85.96% Name drop frequency (details)
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing (details)
25.17% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse (details)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding) (details)
100.00% Paragraph length variance (details)
93.57% Passive voice overuse (details)
0.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse (details)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse (details)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload) (details)
100.00% Repeated phrase echo (details)
100.00% Sentence length variance (details)
36.92% Sentence opener variety (details)
41.15% Adverb-first sentence starts (details)
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts (details)
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts (details)
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts (details)
0.00% Technical jargon density (details)
100.00% Useless dialogue additions (details)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy) (details)
65.6271% Overall

Model input

System
You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue. You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex. Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.
User/Human
<codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card"> <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor> <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height> <age>ageless</age> <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form> <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice> <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description> <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory> </character> <character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle"> <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor> <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair> <height>5'5"</height> <age>300 years old</age> <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance> <speech>speaks in riddles</speech> <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints> <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion> <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description> <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory> </character> <location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony"> <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler> <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor> <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description> </location> <location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)"> <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation> <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones> <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior> <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora> <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description> </location> <item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas"> <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor> <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial> <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size> <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior> <glow>faint inner glow</glow> <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description> </item> <item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts"> <material>moonsilver</material> <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape> <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature> <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow> <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power> <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo> <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description> </item> <lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology"> <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect> <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance> <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring> <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description> </lore> </codex> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre. A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

AI
The air smelled like honeyed wine and something older—something that had been fermenting in the dark for centuries. Aurora Carter stepped over the threshold of the standing stone, her boots sinking slightly into the earth as if the ground itself were breathing. The pendant at her throat, the Heartstone, warmed against her skin, a faint pulse of heat that had nothing to do with the warmth radiating from the trees. The Fae Grove was nothing like the park she’d driven through earlier. The oaks here were ancient, their bark etched with runes that glowed faintly in the dim light, like veins of silver beneath translucent skin. Wildflowers—pinks, purples, and whites—bloomed in clusters, their petals shimmering as if dusted with stardust. The air hummed, a low vibration that settled in her bones, making her teeth ache slightly, as if the world itself were tuning to a frequency she couldn’t name. Beside her, Nyx moved like a shadow given form, their silhouette shifting as they stepped forward. Their voice was a whisper on the wind, just audible to her ears. *"This is not as it seems, little thief."* Aurora glanced back at them, her fingers tightening around the hilt of the Fae-forged blade at her waist. The cold of the weapon seeped through her coat, a constant reminder of what it could do. *"You said it yourself. It’s not London."* Nyx’s form flickered, solid for a moment before dissolving into smoke. *"No. But it is still a cage."* Isolde stood apart from them, her silver hair catching the light like spun moonlight. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, but her presence was a weight, a quiet certainty. The standing stones around them were older than the park’s name, older than the city itself. Their roots twisted into the earth, and the air between them crackled with something unseen. Aurora reached out, brushing her fingers against the bark of the nearest oak. The moment her skin touched the wood, a jolt of energy shot up her arm, like static from a forgotten memory. The pendant pulsed harder, its warmth spreading through her chest. *"What is this place?"* Isolde’s lips curled, not quite a smile. *"A pocket. Between worlds. Where time bends and the Veil is thin."* She gestured vaguely toward the grove. *"Step deeper, and you may find what you seek. Or what you fear."* Aurora exhaled sharply. She had come here for answers—not just about the pendant, but about the visions that had been haunting her since she’d first touched it. The way the world had tilted when she’d worn it. The way the air had *shifted*, like the moment before a storm breaks. She took another step forward, her boots crunching on fallen leaves that weren’t quite dead. They were too vibrant, too alive. The trees here didn’t just grow—they *thrived*, their branches stretching upward as if reaching for something beyond the sky. Nyx’s voice was a breath against her ear. *"Beware the stillness."* Aurora turned, but Nyx was already dissolving into smoke, reforming just ahead of her. The path ahead was clearer now, the ground less uneven, the air less thick with the hum of magic. She followed, her pulse quickening as the trees closed in around her. Then she saw it. A glade. Not a clearing—*a glade*—where the earth itself seemed to rise in gentle waves, like the surface of a pool of liquid silver. In the center stood a figure, tall and gaunt, their skin the color of old parchment. They held a goblet of wine, though the liquid within didn’t slosh—it *moved*, swirling in slow, deliberate patterns, as if caught in a current not of the earth but of something deeper. Prince Belphegor. Aurora’s breath caught. The ruler of Dymas, the realm of gluttony, stood before her, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. *"Ah,"* he said, his voice like syrup thickened with honey. *"The mortal who carries the Heartstone."* Nyx’s form solidified behind her, their voice a warning. *"Do not reach for it."* Aurora didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her feet were rooted to the spot, as if the earth had decided to hold her in place. The pendant at her throat burned, its warmth now a searing heat, like a brand pressed to her skin. Belphegor lifted the goblet, offering it to her. *"Drink, and you will see. Drink, and you will know."* Aurora’s fingers twitched. She could take it. She could— A sharp pain lanced through her wrist, sharp enough to make her gasp. She looked down, and there, just beneath the surface of her skin, was a thread of silver light, pulsing in time with the pendant. A ward. A *lock*. Isolde’s voice cut through the haze of her thoughts, her words sharp as shards of ice. *"You do not belong here, little thief. This is not your path."* Aurora tore her gaze from the goblet and looked at Isolde, her breath ragged. *"What do I do?"* Isolde’s eyes, pale lavender in the dim light, held hers. *"Walk away. Now."* The words barely left her lips before the world *shifted*. The trees groaned. The ground trembled. And then— Silence. The glade was gone. The prince was gone. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something older, something *hungry*. Aurora stumbled back, her boots sinking into the soft ground as if she were standing in quicksand. Nyx was solid again, their form solid and unyielding. *"We must leave. Now."* Aurora nodded, her pulse hammering in her throat. She turned, her fingers clutching the hilt of the Fae-forged blade. The cold was a comfort, a reminder that she was still herself. Still *here*. Isolde moved first, her silver hair shimmering as she stepped forward. The standing stones loomed larger now, their runes glowing brighter, as if sensing her urgency. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the bark of the nearest tree. The moment she touched it, the world *snapped* back into place. The park was real again. The sky was real. The air was real. And they were standing in the middle of Richmond Park, the grove nothing more than a memory. Aurora exhaled, her breath shaky. The pendant at her throat was cool now, its warmth gone. She looked at Nyx, then at Isolde, her mind racing. *"What just happened?"* Isolde’s lips twitched, almost a smile. *"You were shown a taste of Dymas. A glimpse of what lies beyond the Veil."* Nyx’s voice was a whisper. *"And what you saw was a trap."* Aurora swallowed hard. She had come here for answers. She had come here because she had nowhere else to turn. But the answers she’d found were worse than the questions. She looked down at the pendant, at the silver thread beneath her skin. It pulsed once, then twice, like a heartbeat. *"Then what do we do?"*
total_cost0.00031670000000000005

Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
94.74% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags2
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"She gestured vaguely [vaguely]"
dialogueSentences19
tagDensity0.105
leniency0.211
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.105
86.96% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1150
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count2
1
adverb"sharply"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"sharply"
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
4.35% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1150
totalAiIsms22
found
0
word"pulse"
count3
1
word"warmth"
count4
2
word"etched"
count1
3
word"whisper"
count2
4
word"reminder"
count2
5
word"flickered"
count1
6
word"weight"
count1
7
word"pulsed"
count2
8
word"intensity"
count1
9
word"searing"
count1
10
word"trembled"
count1
11
word"silence"
count1
12
word"loomed"
count1
13
word"racing"
count1
highlights
0"pulse"
1"warmth"
2"etched"
3"whisper"
4"reminder"
5"flickered"
6"weight"
7"pulsed"
8"intensity"
9"searing"
10"trembled"
11"silence"
12"loomed"
13"racing"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"air was thick with"
count1
highlights
0"The air was thick with"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences90
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences90
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences107
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen33
ratio0
matches(empty)
0.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans28
markdownWords139
totalWords1144
ratio0.122
matches
0"\"This is not as it seems, little thief.\""
1"\"You said it yourself. It’s not London.\""
2"\"No. But it is still a cage.\""
3"\"What is this place?\""
4"\"A pocket. Between worlds. Where time bends and the Veil is thin.\""
5"\"Step deeper, and you may find what you seek. Or what you fear.\""
6"shifted"
7"thrived"
8"\"Beware the stillness.\""
9"a glade"
10"moved"
11"\"Ah,\""
12"\"The mortal who carries the Heartstone.\""
13"\"Do not reach for it.\""
14"\"Drink, and you will see. Drink, and you will know.\""
15"lock"
16"\"You do not belong here, little thief. This is not your path.\""
17"\"What do I do?\""
18"\"Walk away. Now.\""
19"shifted"
20"hungry"
21"\"We must leave. Now.\""
22"here"
23"snapped"
24"\"What just happened?\""
25"\"You were shown a taste of Dymas. A glimpse of what lies beyond the Veil.\""
26"\"And what you saw was a trap.\""
27"\"Then what do we do?\""
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions4
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
85.96% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions43
wordCount1015
uniqueNames13
maxNameDensity1.28
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Carter1
Heartstone1
Fae3
Grove1
Nyx8
Fae-forged2
Aurora13
Belphegor2
Dymas1
Isolde8
Silence1
Richmond1
Park1
persons
0"Carter"
1"Heartstone"
2"Nyx"
3"Aurora"
4"Belphegor"
5"Isolde"
places
0"Fae"
1"Grove"
2"Richmond"
3"Park"
globalScore0.86
windowScore1
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences65
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"smelled like honeyed wine and something ol"
1"not quite a smile"
2"as if reaching for something beyond the sky"
3"as if sensing her urgency"
25.17% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords1.748
wordCount1144
matches
0"not just about the pendant, but about the visions"
1"not of the earth but of something deeper"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences107
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs42
mean27.24
std20.25
cv0.744
sampleLengths
070
179
237
342
418
559
648
738
850
940
1011
1145
124
132
1470
152
1643
1714
1842
1918
209
2141
2228
2318
2413
2510
268
271
2840
2913
3033
3150
3213
3317
3426
353
3621
3712
3820
3910
4021
415
93.57% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences90
matches
0"were rooted"
1"was gone"
2"was gone"
0.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount5
totalVerbs160
matches
0"were breathing"
1"were tuning"
2"was already dissolving"
3"were standing"
4"were standing"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount10
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences8
totalSentences107
ratio0.075
matches
0"The air smelled like honeyed wine and something older—something that had been fermenting in the dark for centuries."
1"Wildflowers—pinks, purples, and whites—bloomed in clusters, their petals shimmering as if dusted with stardust."
2"She had come here for answers—not just about the pendant, but about the visions that had been haunting her since she’d first touched it."
3"The trees here didn’t just grow—they *thrived*, their branches stretching upward as if reaching for something beyond the sky."
4"Not a clearing—*a glade*—where the earth itself seemed to rise in gentle waves, like the surface of a pool of liquid silver."
5"They held a goblet of wine, though the liquid within didn’t slosh—it *moved*, swirling in slow, deliberate patterns, as if caught in a current not of the earth but of something deeper."
6"She could—"
7"And then—"
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1023
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount40
adverbRatio0.039100684261974585
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.005865102639296188
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences107
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences107
mean10.69
std6.9
cv0.646
sampleLengths
018
124
228
312
424
514
629
716
813
98
1018
1117
127
1311
147
1514
1614
1716
1815
1913
2021
2110
224
237
2418
2513
263
2724
2810
2913
3015
316
3219
338
343
3514
3619
3712
384
392
4022
4116
4232
432
443
4524
4610
476
489
495
36.92% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats14
diversityRatio0.29906542056074764
totalSentences107
uniqueOpeners32
41.15% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences81
matches
0"Then she saw it."
ratio0.012
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount20
totalSentences81
matches
0"Their voice was a whisper"
1"She didn’t move, didn’t speak,"
2"Their roots twisted into the"
3"She gestured vaguely toward the"
4"She had come here for"
5"She took another step forward,"
6"They were too vibrant, too"
7"She followed, her pulse quickening"
8"They held a goblet of"
9"he said, his voice like"
10"Her feet were rooted to"
11"She could take it."
12"She looked down, and there,"
13"She turned, her fingers clutching"
14"She reached out, her fingers"
15"She looked at Nyx, then"
16"She had come here for"
17"She had come here because"
18"She looked down at the"
19"It pulsed once, then twice,"
ratio0.247
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount75
totalSentences81
matches
0"The air smelled like honeyed"
1"Aurora Carter stepped over the"
2"The pendant at her throat,"
3"The Fae Grove was nothing"
4"The oaks here were ancient,"
5"Wildflowers—pinks, purples, and whites—bloomed in"
6"The air hummed, a low"
7"Their voice was a whisper"
8"Aurora glanced back at them,"
9"The cold of the weapon"
10"Nyx’s form flickered, solid for"
11"Isolde stood apart from them,"
12"She didn’t move, didn’t speak,"
13"The standing stones around them"
14"Their roots twisted into the"
15"Aurora reached out, brushing her"
16"The moment her skin touched"
17"The pendant pulsed harder, its"
18"Isolde’s lips curled, not quite"
19"She gestured vaguely toward the"
ratio0.926
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences81
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences53
technicalSentenceCount11
matches
0"The air smelled like honeyed wine and something older—something that had been fermenting in the dark for centuries."
1"Aurora Carter stepped over the threshold of the standing stone, her boots sinking slightly into the earth as if the ground itself were breathing."
2"The pendant at her throat, the Heartstone, warmed against her skin, a faint pulse of heat that had nothing to do with the warmth radiating from the trees."
3"The oaks here were ancient, their bark etched with runes that glowed faintly in the dim light, like veins of silver beneath translucent skin."
4"Wildflowers—pinks, purples, and whites—bloomed in clusters, their petals shimmering as if dusted with stardust."
5"The air hummed, a low vibration that settled in her bones, making her teeth ache slightly, as if the world itself were tuning to a frequency she couldn’t name."
6"The trees here didn’t just grow—they *thrived*, their branches stretching upward as if reaching for something beyond the sky."
7"They held a goblet of wine, though the liquid within didn’t slosh—it *moved*, swirling in slow, deliberate patterns, as if caught in a current not of the earth …"
8"The ruler of Dymas, the realm of gluttony, stood before her, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin prickle."
9"Aurora stumbled back, her boots sinking into the soft ground as if she were standing in quicksand."
10"The standing stones loomed larger now, their runes glowing brighter, as if sensing her urgency."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags2
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags1
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences19
tagDensity0.053
leniency0.105
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
65.6271%