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Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT0JNNKTAWGS051R2BGN4NS
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Model:
GPT-5
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Romance: separated couple reunites
Duration:
1m 54s
Cost:
$0.060830
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
87.12%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
80.68%
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)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
(details)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
(details)
100.00%
Name drop frequency
(details)
78.06%
Narrator intent-glossing
(details)
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
(details)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
(details)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
(details)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
94.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
40.62%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
19.49%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
29.24%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
84.3067%
Overall
Model input
System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <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="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. 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. </instructions>
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The second deadbolt stuck, so
I put my shoulder into it and yanked.
The door flew open and
hit an ivory handle instead of air. "Careful, chérie. That was hand-carved."
He stood with one palm
braced against the wood, the other resting on the white handle of his cane.
Platinum hair slicked neatly, one
eye warm amber, the other bottomless black. Tailored charcoal suit, same as the night we last spoke too close. Same faint scent of bergamot and something darker under it, like burned sugar. "You should not be here." "That depends on your definition of should." "Common sense." "We exhausted that between us long ago."
Ptolemy padded up from the
book maze and sniffed his polished shoe. The tabby’s ears flattened.
A low, unflattering growl rumbled
from a small chest.
I felt a ghost of
satisfaction. "Your cat has taste." "He's not my cat,"
I said, still blocking the
doorway with my hip. "Eva's." "Then Eva has taste." "Also not here," I added. "So try the
charm
somewhere else." "Ah."
He smiled without teeth
. "Then I must be in the right place."
He did not flinch when
I looked him over like an itemised bill. People would call him handsome. Elegant.
I remembered too well the
heat at the edges that had nothing to do with good tailoring.
I stepped back a fraction
and let cold habit settle in. "State your business, Lucien." "Aurora,"
he said, and something that
used to be my name moved through me with the
weight
of his accent. "May I enter?" "The wards allow you as far as the rug." "I commissioned that rug in Tangier." "You also set me up in Deptford," I said. "The rug does not even the score." His expression barely shifted. The cane clicked once, patient, and I pictured the blade within it.
He watched me with the
strange focus he used when assessing whether a person had anything worth stealing.
I held his gaze until
it turned polite again. "You are not wrong,"
he said after a beat
. "May I step over the rug to atone?" "That is not atoning." "No. That would require a magnitude of effort I do not have time for." "Then wait in the hall."
He looked past me, over
my shoulder, at the sprawl of open books, corkboards shot through with twine, jars of herbs with labels in Eva's tidy hand.
He took in the curry
house scent baked into the flat, cumin and cardamom and ghost chilli. Ptolemy rubbed my leg like a metronome for irritation. "I think,"
he said softly, the word
cool as a coin, "you will want to hear me out." Something in the way the black of his left eye
seemed to
take light and bend it made me step aside, just enough.
He entered as if the
threshold mattered. It did.
He paused on the frayed
kilim, looked down, and then at the three deadbolts lining the door. "Three," he said. "Someone trusts in layers." "Someone has cause." He did not comment.
He glided past the weighty
bookstacks with a careful grace that came from never letting anything touch him unless he allowed it. The cane hovered rather than clicked, the blade within a secret in every movement.
He stopped near the desk
where Eva kept her translations and put his free hand in his pocket. The amber eye tracked handwritten Latin, the black eye did nothing a human eye would. "Tea,"
I said, without meaning kindness
. "If you are having one." I ignored him and went to the tiny kitchen nook. The tap squealed. I set the kettle on and felt his stare between my shoulder blades like warm breath. My wrist itched under old skin and I pulled my sleeve down until the crescent scar hid. It still showed when I gripped the kettle. He would notice. He noticed everything and made a living from that. "I will not drink it," he said finally. "It masks too much." "You came to my door and refuse tea. Are you sick?" "Contract-bound," he said. "And hunted." "Your hobbies catching up with you?" "Not my hobbies," he said. "My father." The cupboard banged harder than needed. Cups rattled. I turned and set them on the counter with a small choir of ceramic ticks, then leaned on my hands and watched him. "Avaros," I said. "Yes." "Does he want a family dinner?" "He wants to collect," Lucien said. "Debt is our family dinner." "And where do I come into this charming domestic scene?" "You possess a translation I need. Eva was hired to render a grimoire from Old Occitan. The client intends to use it poorly." "And you intend to use it well?" "I intend to use it first." "Give me one reason I should help you." He chuckled low in his throat, not amusement, more acknowledgement. He always liked when I asked for reasons. It proved I had not lost the habit of making choices instead of falling into them. He drifted closer, halted at the narrow table where we sometimes ate when too tired to argue properly. His hands were empty, elegant, ungloved. The cane stood propped against his knee. He did not touch me, but it
felt like he traced a palm along my jaw
. "Deptford," he said. "Let us say it. You believe I sold you out." "You did," I said. "You arranged the meeting. You vouched for them. Then you left." "You asked me to give you time," he said, speaking with the evenness of someone crossing a tightrope and hating the wind. "You said, five minutes. I left to deal with something you did not see. Your Evan arrived two minutes after." My fingers curled against the counter. The kettle clicked and roared and Ptolemy leaped to the sink, tail puffed. Past and present slid over each other and did
not quite fit
. "You never said." "You never asked." "You never offered." "I do not offer unless I am asked." The lie sat between us, neat and soft. He smiled at me, wrong side of gentle, and I did not look away. That was our oldest language. My
pulse
thudded in the base of my throat. I forced my shoulders down and let my voice stay even. "So you are here for a book." "I am here for you," he said. "And possibly the book. But if I must choose a single word for my purpose, it is you. The client in question will hurt you if he knows you are attached to Eva. He knows everything he pays to know. He pays
very
well. Let me make him poorer." "By stealing his commission." "By preventing him making a door he cannot close." "Your father wants you dead," I said. "And yet you play hall monitor." "Family keeps things interesting." "Mine prefers lectures," I said, and the scrape in my throat eased a fraction with the shape of the joke. "Why this book." "It is a set of binding co-ordinates. Repetitions of a name. Spoken in the right cadence, over water, with iron at hand, it recalls what should sleep. On Avaros, none of this would work. Here, we made it fashionable to pretend it can. My father intends to prove it does." "You said the client intends to use it." "At my father's suggestion." "Lovely," I said. "Like father, like debt." The kettle howled. I switched it off and poured only for myself. Steam fogged the cramped shelves. He watched the trickle of water like it had secrets. I lifted the cup to my mouth and it warmed my lip, nothing else. He stepped closer and I felt the loom of him. The suit, the quiet, the wrong gravity. I remembered the warehouse smell of motor oil and rope, and his breath against my neck when he told me to move now, now, do not argue. We had arguments later about everything else and then nothing when we ran out of words. "When did you cut your hair," he said. "When I moved," I said. "Lighter." "It looks dangerous." "That is the point." He touched the air, close enough that I felt a pull along the ends. Heat rose from his skin. He found the crescent scar with his gaze, not his hand. The itch became a sting and I put the cup down hard. "It glows when you lie," he said. "It glows when I am irritated." "Then you are irritated often." "Occupational hazard." "Irritate me," he said
softly
. "Please. I function better with distraction." "And your hunter?" "Two," he said. "One human, one not. The human has a camera. The other does not need one. They track scent. And intent. I cannot be here long." "Then this is a bad idea." "Most good ideas break something." He reached into his pocket and placed a small, lovely little round French silver token on the table. It lay there, cold and bright,
etched
with a sigil I did not recognise. Men like him loved leaving gifts. They made theft
feel
like consent. "What is it," I said. "A marker," he said. "It buys a minute. You will want one." "I already bought this minute," I said. "When I opened the door." "Aurora," he said, and the way he said it made my skin fit tighter. "If I wanted to twist a knife, I would have brought a knife." "You always bring a knife," I said. "You wear it." He glanced down, amused despite himself, at the cane. Ptolemy stalked to sit on the papers by the window and stared
as if reading contract small print
. "You look thin," he said
suddenly
. "I lift crates of noodles for a living. I am not thin." "Stripped then," he said. "To what works. It suits you." "Save the compliments," I said. "Put them in a jar. Label them regret." "You prefer labels to apologies?" "I prefer action." "Then tell me where Eva keeps her translations." "Locked. Under the floorboards. Third board from the desk." "You did not even hesitate." "That was a test," I said. "And you failed." "Possibly," he said, and now there was a hint of teeth in the smile. "But you have never liked tests either." I moved past him and knelt by the desk. He stood silent above me, a dark pressure. My fingers found grooves I had found once when Eva hid something she did not want Ptolemy to knock over in the night. The board slid with a breathy scrape. Inside lay a nest of brown paper bundles, labelled in black ink. I read until I saw Occitan. I kept it half-covered and turned my head. "Why did you not ring," I said. "I did," he said. "You did not answer." "At the restaurant I turn my phone off." "I came to the restaurant." "And you did not stay." "I do not belong on that street." "You do not belong on any street." "Correct," he said. "Yet here I am." I held the bundle and stood. He watched my hands, not my face. I knew he did that when he wanted something but thought it dangerous to look at the wanting. He was a liar in thousands of small ways and a truth in one large one. He did not belong and he feared it, and he wanted belonging the way fires wanted air. "Say please," I said. It
flickered
in the black eye, something old and thunderous. The amber eye warmed to melt point. He stood
perfectly
still for a count that made my throat go dry again. "Please," he said. I gave him the bundle. His fingers brushed mine, cool at first and then hot, like a match you do not drop. He held it without looking down as though
weight
mattered less than what it represented. I wiped my palm on my jeans and moved away before my body could make decisions my brain would regret. "You will leave now," I said. "Before your friends arrive." "You think they will knock." "I think they will not use the deadbolts." "You overestimate them." "You underestimate me." He tucked the bundle inside his jacket with the same care he gave orchids and knives, then took a step in,
not towards the door but towards me
. It was too close to mistake. Hungry, not rushed. He reached up and touched the ends of my hair after all and my scalp prickled. "You look like you cut it yourself," he said. "I did." "It is almost straight." "You do know where the door is," I said. "Do not mistake me," he murmured. "I am going. But I need to ask you something before I do." "No." "You have not heard it." "Experience speeds these things." He lowered his hand. The space he did not fill pressed harder than his body. He tilted his head
as if listening to a distant radio beneath the city
. The black eye changed,
not in colour, but in attention, like a pit deepened
. "Thing one," he said. "If you see a boy with a scar like a tilde across his upper lip, close your eyes and count to five." "I do not take orders." "It is advice." "What happens if I do not," I said. "You will see a true face. You will not sleep after." "Sleep is a hobby. And thing two." "Do not open the window." I looked at the warped casement, the paint flaking. The curry house vents below rumbled. London breathed through every crack. He watched me
calculate
and he nodded. "You have always been quick," he said. "Quicker than me when it mattered." "Deptford says otherwise," I said. "Deptford was a knife fight in a maze," he said. "And you did not die. I count that as quick." "It was not thanks to you." "I did what I thought would..." He stopped. It was almost an apology and we both heard the skid. He pressed two fingers to his mouth and for a strange second I thought he would kiss me to buy
silence
, like old times, like a bribe that always worked.
Instead he turned those same
fingers and tapped my scar, not touching skin. It itched travel-hot. "Does it still ache when the old ones get close," he said. "It burns," I said before I could catch the truth. He smiled, honest for once. "Then it agrees with me." He moved to the door. He did not reach for the upper deadbolt first but the middle, because he had a ritual for everything. He stopped with his hand an inch from it, head tilting, the black eye gone
very
dark. Ptolemy went flat, a cheap rug under a fast car. Fur lifted. The token on the table rolled on its own and clicked to a stop with the sigil side up. "They are here," Lucien said
softly
. "Your hunters." "No," he said. "My father sent something better." "Lovely," I said, swallowing panic like a coin. "Open the floor again," he said. "Left side. There is a ward token. Eva likes to pretend she is not clever. She is clever." "Open the floor while the door is about to go," I said. "Yes, practical." "Practical would be to run," he said. "But you will not do that until you have finished the job of surviving. Help me, Aurora." "Say it again." "Aurora," he said, harsh now. "Please." The first deadbolt turned on its own, slow, as if a large hand on the other side played with it. The metal moaned. He drew the cane and it came apart in a
whisper
, thin blade sliding free like a thought you should not say aloud. He did not look at me when he added, almost conversational, "If we live through the next two minutes, I will tell you what happened in Deptford. All of it." "Pity," I said, and dropped to my knees at the desk. "I had hoped to manage without closure." The second deadbolt slid. The gap between door and frame shivered. Ptolemy screamed,
not a meow but a ripped-out thing
. I dug for the left-hand token, fingers scrabbling across paper and splinters. Lucien raised his blade and the air temperature tipped. "Aurora," he said, and I heard the click of his teeth set before the bite. "Eyes on me, not the door." "Why." "So you do not see what comes in." The third deadbolt snapped back. The handle turned
slowly
, like enjoying the effort. The door cracked open an inch and a sweet, rotten perfume blew through, syrup and graves. My crescent scar blazed fire up my arm. I found the ward token by touch and rose fast. I did not look into the inch of dark. "Where," I said. "On the sill," he said. "Under the window. Now." We moved at the same time. He stood planted, blade angled, secure as a pin in a map. I stumbled through books and set the token under the window where the drafts always bullied the curtains. My hands shook hard enough to make the silver slip. Behind me, wood groaned. The door eased wider. A finger, too long, too thin, slid around the edge and petted the frame like a lover. "Do it," Lucien said, and his voice did something to me it had no business doing under a threat like this. It reached for the part of me that liked risk more than good sense. That part threw the token into the grooves carved there by Eva’s small, neat knife. It clicked into place. The air
vibrated
.
If the token worked, the
ward would flare. The curtains sucked inward as if the room inhaled. The symbol on the token flared blue-white, brighter than the kitchen bulb. The thing at the door hissed, a cat in a kiln. The deadbolt leaped forward and buried home by itself like a bullet. A scream crawled along the outside of the door, high and chittering. Lucien laughed once, a pure foreign sound, and lifted the blade. "Aurora," he said, black eye bright with a light that came from no lamp. "Would you like to meet my father’s emissary properly after all?" The window
shattered
inward before I could answer. A shape poured through the frame like smoke with bones, and the ward light spat, and the cane flashed, and the sugar-rot stench flooded my throat. A long, pale face opened a second mouth where its eye should be. "Eyes on me," Lucien said, and I raised my head as something with too many fingers reached for my throat.
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
66
adverbTagCount
5
adverbTags
0
"he said softly [softly]"
1
"he said finally [finally]"
2
"he said softly [softly]"
3
"he said suddenly [suddenly]"
4
"Lucien said softly [softly]"
dialogueSentences
187
tagDensity
0.353
leniency
0.706
rawRatio
0.076
effectiveRatio
0.053
87.12%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
3105
totalAiIsmAdverbs
8
found
0
adverb
"softly"
count
3
1
adverb
"very"
count
2
2
adverb
"suddenly"
count
1
3
adverb
"perfectly"
count
1
4
adverb
"slowly"
count
1
highlights
0
"softly"
1
"very"
2
"suddenly"
3
"perfectly"
4
"slowly"
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)
80.68%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
3105
totalAiIsms
12
found
0
word
"charm"
count
1
1
word
"weight"
count
2
2
word
"traced"
count
1
3
word
"pulse"
count
1
4
word
"etched"
count
1
5
word
"flickered"
count
1
6
word
"calculate"
count
1
7
word
"silence"
count
1
8
word
"whisper"
count
1
9
word
"vibrated"
count
1
10
word
"shattered"
count
1
highlights
0
"charm"
1
"weight"
2
"traced"
3
"pulse"
4
"etched"
5
"flickered"
6
"calculate"
7
"silence"
8
"whisper"
9
"vibrated"
10
"shattered"
100.00%
Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches
0
maxInWindow
0
found
(empty)
highlights
(empty)
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells
0
narrationSentences
220
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
1
hedgeCount
1
narrationSentences
220
filterMatches
0
"feel"
hedgeMatches
0
"seemed to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
341
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
50
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
3097
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
79
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
20
wordCount
2015
uniqueNames
6
maxNameDensity
0.35
worstName
"Ptolemy"
maxWindowNameDensity
1.5
worstWindowName
"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Eva
4
Latin
1
Lucien
6
Ptolemy
7
French
1
Occitan
1
persons
0
"Eva"
1
"Lucien"
2
"Ptolemy"
places
(empty)
globalScore
1
windowScore
1
78.06%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
139
glossingSentenceCount
4
matches
0
"felt like he traced a palm along my jaw"
1
"not quite fit"
2
"as if reading contract small print"
3
"as if listening to a distant radio beneath the city"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
3
per1kWords
0.969
wordCount
3097
matches
0
"not towards the door but towards me"
1
"not in colour, but in attention, like a pit deepened"
2
"not a meow but a ripped-out thing"
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
0
totalSentences
341
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
175
mean
17.7
std
19.71
cv
1.114
sampleLengths
0
25
1
5
2
56
3
5
4
7
5
2
6
7
7
31
8
4
9
14
10
4
11
11
12
13
13
47
14
4
15
23
16
9
17
6
18
16
19
43
20
17
21
4
22
14
23
5
24
53
25
18
26
49
27
7
28
3
29
73
30
6
31
5
32
66
33
12
34
11
35
5
36
6
37
7
38
31
39
3
40
1
41
6
42
11
43
10
44
23
45
7
46
6
47
8
48
81
49
13
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
0
totalSentences
220
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
417
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
341
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
94.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
2021
adjectiveStacks
1
stackExamples
0
"small, lovely little round"
adverbCount
57
adverbRatio
0.028203859475507173
lyAdverbCount
12
lyAdverbRatio
0.005937654626422563
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
341
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
341
mean
9.08
std
6.51
cv
0.716
sampleLengths
0
13
1
12
2
5
3
19
4
12
5
12
6
13
7
5
8
7
9
2
10
7
11
12
12
4
13
9
14
6
15
4
16
13
17
1
18
4
19
5
20
6
21
5
22
8
23
13
24
5
25
1
26
17
27
11
28
4
29
20
30
3
31
9
32
6
33
9
34
7
35
4
36
12
37
18
38
9
39
9
40
8
41
4
42
14
43
5
44
27
45
17
46
9
47
18
48
23
49
7
40.62%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
32
diversityRatio
0.2844574780058651
totalSentences
341
uniqueOpeners
97
19.49%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
1
totalSentences
171
matches
0
"Instead he turned those same"
ratio
0.006
0.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
105
totalSentences
171
matches
0
"He stood with one palm"
1
"I felt a ghost of"
2
"I said, still blocking the"
3
"He smiled without teeth"
4
"He did not flinch when"
5
"I remembered too well the"
6
"I stepped back a fraction"
7
"he said, and something that"
8
"His expression barely shifted."
9
"He watched me with the"
10
"I held his gaze until"
11
"he said after a beat"
12
"He looked past me, over"
13
"He took in the curry"
14
"he said softly, the word"
15
"He entered as if the"
16
"He paused on the frayed"
17
"He did not comment."
18
"He glided past the weighty"
19
"He stopped near the desk"
ratio
0.614
0.00%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
163
totalSentences
171
matches
0
"The second deadbolt stuck, so"
1
"The door flew open and"
2
"He stood with one palm"
3
"Platinum hair slicked neatly, one"
4
"Ptolemy padded up from the"
5
"The tabby’s ears flattened."
6
"A low, unflattering growl rumbled"
7
"I felt a ghost of"
8
"I said, still blocking the"
9
"He smiled without teeth"
10
"He did not flinch when"
11
"People would call him handsome."
12
"I remembered too well the"
13
"I stepped back a fraction"
14
"he said, and something that"
15
"His expression barely shifted."
16
"The cane clicked once, patient,"
17
"He watched me with the"
18
"I held his gaze until"
19
"he said after a beat"
ratio
0.953
29.24%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
1
totalSentences
171
matches
0
"If the token worked, the"
ratio
0.006
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
85
technicalSentenceCount
3
matches
0
"He glided past the weighty bookstacks with a careful grace that came from never letting anything touch him unless he allowed it."
1
"He tilted his head as if listening to a distant radio beneath the city."
2
"The first deadbolt turned on its own, slow, as if a large hand on the other side played with it."
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
66
uselessAdditionCount
1
matches
0
"I said, without meaning kindness"
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
65
fancyCount
2
fancyTags
0
"I added (add)"
1
"he murmured (murmur)"
dialogueSentences
187
tagDensity
0.348
leniency
0.695
rawRatio
0.031
effectiveRatio
0.021
84.3067%