Run: 2026-02-17-01KHMPADW04FAP7ZJ9DTZYN48P

Run Details

Duration:
42.9s
Cost:
$0.002558
Provider:
DeepInfra

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="4413" name="Silas Blackwood" aliases="Silas, Si, the Spymaster" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Mentor"> <eyeColor>hazel</eyeColor> <hair>grey-streaked auburn</hair> <height>6'1"</height> <age>58</age> <beard>neatly trimmed, matching his grey-streaked auburn hair</beard> <limp>slight limp in his left leg from an old knee injury</limp> <signetRing>silver signet ring, always worn on his right hand</signetRing> <description>Silas is a retired intelligence operative turned bar owner. He carries himself with quiet authority.</description> <backstory>Former MI6 field agent who retired after a botched operation in Prague left him with a permanent knee injury. He opened "The Raven's Nest" bar in Soho as a front for his network of contacts.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> </codex> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the literary fiction genre. Two old friends who haven't seen each other in years run into each other unexpectedly at a bar. One of them has changed significantly. Through their conversation and the tension between who they were and who they've become, reveal the weight of time and unspoken regret. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

AI
Aurora Carter descended the stairs from her flat above, the creaky steps a familiar precursor to her nightly unwind at The Raven's Nest. She pushed open the door, and the distinctive green neon sign cast an eerie glow on her face as she slipped inside. The dimly lit bar enveloped her, its walls a cacophony of old maps and black-and-white photographs that seemed to whisper stories of their own. Silas, ever the vigilant host, looked up from polishing a glass, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners as he nodded in greeting. Rory wove through the sparse crowd, exchanging quiet hellos with regulars, and made for the bar. As she waited for Silas to pour her usual whiskey, her gaze drifted to the door, where a man stood, scanning the room with an air of uncertainty. His eyes, a deep brown that seemed almost black in the dim light, met hers, and for an instant, they just stared. Then, like the surface of a pond struck by a stone, his expression rippled, and a hesitant smile spread across his face. "Aurora?" he ventured, his voice low and husky, yet laced with the faintest tremble. Rory's mind stuttered, caught between the familiarity of the voice and the stranger standing before her. It wasn't until he took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers, that the years melted away, and she saw him – truly saw him – for the first time in what felt like an eternity. "Evan," she whispered, the name slipping out before she could catch it. Her heart, once a frantic bird in her chest at the mere mention of his name, now lay still, a testament to the scars she'd cultivated over the years. Evan's smile faltered for a moment before he regained composure, his eyes darting around the bar as if seeking refuge. He looked... different. The sharp jawline was softer now, the confident stride she remembered reduced to a cautious approach. His hair, once a rich, dark brown, was now flecked with threads of silver, a harsh reminder of the time that had passed. Silas, ever the observant host, slid Rory's whiskey across the bar, his eyes flicking between the pair before he busied himself with wiping down the counter, a silent sentinel to their reunion. Rory felt a nudge, as if the universe itself was urging her forward. She stepped aside, gesturing to the stool next to hers. "Sit. You look like you could use a drink." Evan's smile, this time, was tinged with sadness as he sat, his eyes locking onto the scar above her left wrist. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the weight of unspoken words and unresolved conflicts hanging in the air like the faint mist of a forgotten rain. "Rory," Evan began, his voice measured, "I... I didn't expect to run into you here." "Life's full of surprises," she replied, the quip lighter than she felt. "What brings you to London?" Their conversation unfolded like a tentative dance, each step carefully choreographed to avoid the minefield of their past. They spoke of everything and nothing: the city, the weather, the bar's new summer menu. Yet, beneath the surface of these mundane topics, a battle raged – a silent war of what had been, what could have been, and the unforgiving landscape of what now lay between them. As the night wore on, the bar's patrons began to filter out, leaving only the most dedicated night owls and Silas, who continued to polish glasses with a focus that bordered on the obsessive. Evan nursed his drink, his gaze drifting back to Rory with a frequency that grew more pronounced with each passing minute. It wasn't until the silence between them grew too large to ignore that Evan finally broached the subject both had been avoiding. "Rory, I've thought about that night a lot," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "About how things ended. I was wrong, so wrong, to—" Rory's hand shot out, her palm facing him in a halting gesture. "Don't, Evan. Not now. Not after all this time." The bright blue of her eyes seemed to deepen, like a lake at dusk, as she met his gaze. "I've built a life here, a good one. I've found people who care about me, who don't try to... who just let me be." The mention of others, of a life rebuilt without him, seemed to deflate Evan, his shoulders sagging under the weight of regret. "I'm glad, Rory. Truly, I am. You deserve every ounce of happiness." In the stretched silence that followed, Silas finally broke his vigilant watch, his limp more pronounced as he made his way over to their end of the bar. "On the house, tonight," he said, his voice a gentle intrusion, as he refilled Rory's glass and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. The gesture was fleeting, yet it spoke volumes of the unspoken bond between them. Evan watched, a mix of sadness and longing etched on his face, as Silas retreated, leaving them once more to the evening's fading light. With a sigh, he stood, his movements economical, devoid of the swagger she once knew. "I should go," he said, his eyes searching hers, looking for something – forgiveness, understanding, a glimmer of what once was. Finding none, or perhaps finding too much, he nodded softly. "Take care, Rory. Please." As Evan turned to leave, Rory felt an unexpected pang, a sorrow not for what they had, but for what could never be again. She watched him go, the distinctive green neon sign casting an eerie glow on his face one last time before he vanished into the London night, leaving her with the echoes of what could have been, and the comforting solidity of what now was. With a quiet breath, Rory turned back to her drink, her eyes meeting Silas' across the bar. In the depths of his hazel gaze, she found a quiet understanding, a reminder that some wounds, with time, could heal, and that home, sometimes, was where you least expected to find it.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
22.2222% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags6
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"he said, his voice barely above a whisper [barely]"
1"he said, his eyes searching hers, looking for something – forgiveness, understanding, a glimmer of what once was [once]"
50.9323% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <1% AI-ism adverbs (57 tracked)
wordCount1019
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"carefully"
count1
1
adverb"softly"
count1
2
adverb"barely above a whisper"
count1
3
adverb"truly"
count2
highlights
0"carefully"
1"softly"
2"barely above a whisper"
3"truly"
100.0000% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0"Blackwood"
found(empty)
100.0000% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
0.0000% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <1% AI-ism words (140 tracked)
wordCount1019
totalAiIsms12
found
0
word"cacophony"
count1
1
word"testament"
count1
2
word"sentinel"
count1
3
word"pang"
count1
4
word"tinged"
count1
5
word"unspoken"
count2
6
word"weight"
count2
7
word"dance"
count1
8
word"echoes"
count1
9
word"etched"
count1
highlights
0"cacophony"
1"testament"
2"sentinel"
3"pang"
4"tinged"
5"unspoken"
6"weight"
7"dance"
8"echoes"
9"etched"
100.0000% Cliche density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"weight of words/silence"
count1
highlights
0"the weight of unspoken words"
100.0000% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences46
matches(empty)
100.0000% Filter word density
Target: ≤12% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount4
narrationSentences46
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"began to"
100.0000% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤10% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences52
matches
0"ignore that Evan"
80.9634% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs21
mean48.62
std21.07
cv0.433
sampleLengths
092
188
214
353
441
562
632
732
850
915
1017
1166
1255
1348
1464
1534
1666
1739
1835
1968
2050
100.0000% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤5% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences46
matches
0"was tinged"
100.0000% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤10% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs145
matches
0"was urging"
1"was fleeting"
98.6612% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount915
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount38
adverbRatio0.041530054644808745
lyAdverbCount9
lyAdverbRatio0.009836065573770493
100.0000% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences52
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.0000% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences52
mean19.63
std8.92
cv0.454
sampleLengths
023
122
224
323
416
528
622
722
814
916
1037
1112
1229
1320
142
151
1616
1723
1832
1913
2010
219
2221
2329
2415
2512
265
2718
2815
2933
3034
3121
3222
3316
3410
3512
3628
3724
3822
3912
4028
4124
4214
4324
4415
4521
4610
474
4824
4944
89.7436% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats0
diversityRatio0.5384615384615384
totalSentences52
uniqueOpeners28
0.0000% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤30% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags6
fancyCount5
fancyTags
0"she whispered, the name slipping out before she could catch it (whisper, slip out catch)"
1"Evan began, his voice measured (begin, measure)"
2"she replied, the quip lighter than she felt (reply, feel)"
3"he said, his voice a gentle intrusion, as he refilled Rory's glass and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder (say, refil place)"
4"he said, his eyes searching hers, looking for something – forgiveness, understanding, a glimmer of what once was (say, search look understand, once be)"
78.9719%