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Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT0X1P2H7ZVWPE4WTDKGKJF
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Model:
GPT-5
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Romance: separated couple reunites
Duration:
2m 5s
Cost:
$0.059730
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
96.21%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
67.79%
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)
100.00%
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)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
42.23%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
59.17%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
23.55%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
4.38%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
29.59%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
85.53%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
86.9480%
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 chain bit my palm
as I dragged the door open and met one amber eye and one black.
Lucien Moreau stood in the
corridor, suit immaculate except for the smear of dark on his lapel.
His ivory-handled cane pressed against
the scuffed floorboards as if he pinned the building in place. He did not smile.
His mouth softened a fraction
when he saw my face, then set like it had
been carved
that way. "Bonsoir, Rory." "You lost, Frenchman?" "Paris is overrated."
I kept the door where
it was, half a palm’s width between us, the chain still hooked.
The locks on Eva's flat
had a reputation. Three deadbolts, three reasons no one got in without an invitation.
The curry house below sent
up a warm spiced drift that clung to the hall.
Ptolemy rubbed his side on
my ankle, then went still.
His fur rose like static
across his back.
He had better instincts than
I did.
Lucien glanced down at the
cat, then back at me. His heterochromatic stare settled, unblinking, and the corridor shrank. "You should not keep me in the hall," he said. "You should not appear at my door." "That seems a fair exchange,"
he said, and the corner
of his mouth pulled again, almost a smile. "May I come in, Rory?" "Last time I opened a door for you, I spent a week picking bone ash out of my hair." "You enjoyed Camden," he said. "I enjoyed surviving it."
The dark on his lapel
had dripped onto his cuff.
The stain gleamed dull, almost
black.
He held his cane a
fraction tighter.
The polished ivory caught the
light.
The cane hummed against the
frame, faint as a whispered threat. "You're bleeding," I said. "Observant as always." He swayed.
It was subtle, a slight
adjustment to keep
weight
off one side. Lucien had a body like a promise, always straight lines and fitted cloth. Seeing him lean cut something clean through me. I slid the chain.
He slipped inside and closed
the door with a quiet click.
My hand stayed on the
knob a second longer than sense allowed. Ptolemy darted under the narrow console table that had become a graveyard of takeaway menus and incense stubs. Inside, Eva's chaos pressed on every surface. Books stacked in tottering columns, scrolls ribboned shut, sigils chalked half scrubbed off a strip of corkboard. A cracked blue saucer balanced a charred sprig of rosemary. The cat had knocked a bowl of paperclips under the sofa. A diagram of a human spine, annotated in a small neat hand, lay under a tea mug imprint. The smell of turmeric and ink mixed with the ghost of jasmine oil that always clung to Eva’s scarf. Lucien took in the mess and set his cane with care against the wall.
He held his injured arm
with the other hand as if it belonged to someone else. "Eva is not here," I said. "So I see."
He turned his head, surveying
. "She still overcommits to footnotes." "You came looking for her." "In part." "And for the other part?"
His eyes came back to
mine. The oddity of them used to unsettle me, made me
think
of trapdoors in polite floors.
Now they read like a
confession he would never voice.
He had shaved so close
you could cut yourself on his jaw. His platinum hair was
perfect
. Of course it was. "The other part is you," he said. My laugh came out thin. "Get in line." "You have a queue of half-demons at your door, mon coeur?" "Do not call me that."
He held up his good
hand like he offered a white flag. "We parted, I am aware, on terms that lacked grace." "You sold me," I said. His mouth tightened. "I made a calculation." "You left me with a cult and a bad map and you called it maths." "I came back," he said. "After." He watched me for a heartbeat. "Let me sit before we enumerate my sins." "Kitchen," I said, and stepped past him so he would have to follow. We threaded the narrow path between stacked journals and a stepladder. I felt the
weight
of his gaze brush my shoulder blades. The small galley kitchen had a chipped counter and a stainless steel sink someone had once polished with devotion. A drying rack bowed with washed jars that had lost their labels. A curry-stained range hood hummed. The window overlooked Brick Lane and a neon sign that
flickered
whether it had power or not. Light from the sign cut a red line across Lucien’s cheek. "Sit," I said, dragging a chair out with my foot. He did, with a precision he applied to everything.
Even the way he took
off his jacket. His cuff snagged on the tear and he hissed in a breath. I went to the cupboard where Eva kept her apocalypse kit and pulled a tin with a faded pharmacy cross. Inside, bandages, antiseptic, and a little old green French silver whittling knife she had christened Saint Claude. It lay cold and arrogant on top of gauze pads. Eva claimed it cut through threads of curses better than most charms. I set it aside. "Shirt," I said. "Normally, you ask me out first." "Do not bleed on Eva's chair." I expected a line about Paris again. He only undid his cuff with his teeth and rolled back the sleeve. The gash ran along the inside of his forearm, clean like a ritual cut, too straight for a bar fight. The edges
were puckered
with heat scorch. Blood clung along the line like ink. "What did that?" I said. His eyes cut from the wound to the tin. "A messenger." "From where?" "Avaros," he said quietly, like the name itself would knock on our door. Ptolemy hopped onto the counter with a thump and sat in judgment. He watched Lucien as if he would turn into something else if the cat blinked. I cleaned the wound. Antiseptic bit the air. He did not flinch. His breath came
measured
. He watched my hands with a thinking gaze. His skin ran warmer than human. I had noticed it once before, pressed flush against mine in a back office on Brewer Street when heat and laughter had left my thoughts washed and senseless. That night had ended with the taste of stolen whisky and regret. "You carry Saint Claude like a real believer," he said. "I carry what works." "Pragmatic," he said, approving. "You would have suited Marseille." "I suited Cardiff just fine until I did not." He hummed, appreciative and quiet. "You left," he said. "And you stayed left. I admire conviction." "Do not pick at my life like it is a canapé." "Forgive me," he said, and it sounded honest. "Old habits." "When did you make new ones?" "When you stopped taking my calls." I bound his arm tight and clean. My fingers brushed his wrist, and my own scar flashed like a dropped coin in sunlight. A small crescent. Evan had left me with that. I pulled back, a fraction late. Lucien’s gaze softened at the sight of it. "Laila,"
he said, not quite a whisper
. "That is not my name." "It was for one night." "It expired." He looked up. For a breath we were too close,
familiar
in ways that scorched. He smelled of clove and faint smoke, the sort of cologne men picked when they knew what rooms they wanted to rule. My mouth had a
treacherous
memory. I stepped away and reached for a tea towel. Ptolemy
flicked
his tail. Someone outside laughed, a street sound, harmless and far. The flat heard it and stored it away like a souvenir. "What did you do, Lucien?" I said. "My father sent a courser. Not for a conversation." "Since when does he care where you spend your nights?" "Since I interfered with a ledger in his house." "You stole from a demon lord." "I corrected a past due account," he said. "It belonged to a girl with a bright mind and a jagged past who works too hard and sleeps with one shoe still on." I stared at him. "You speak like a man who wants forgiveness." "I speak like a man who came to a place with three deadbolts because it felt safer than churches." He moved his injured arm and tested the binding. He nodded once. "Efficient." "Do not flatter me to salt the blade." He reached into his inner pocket with his good hand and set a coin on the table. It was heavy little old black iron, simple and wrong, stamped with a sun split open. It bled a heatless
chill
across the wood. "Tracker," he said. "I pulled it out of my sleeve two streets down and threw it under a bus. I doubt it impressed them." "You brought that into Eva's?" "I do not carry plague into nurseries. It has no voice left," he said, and his mouth thinned. "But the courser marked me. They do not need help now. He will come." "Then you go." "I came so you could walk away from this when he does." "That how you sleep now? You deliver warnings and scars?" "I know what I cost you." He met my eyes, and for once he did not look away first. "Give me fifteen minutes of your time, Rory. Then tell me to leave." "Say what you came to say." "I made a mistake in Camden. I thought I could pay a price in pieces, that I could keep your name out of ledgers by hiding you inside one of mine. I disliked the arithmetic when I looked at it sober and in daylight, so I stopped looking. You suffered because I wanted clean hands." "You
think
words change that?" "No," he said. Then the smallest pause. "I thought you should hear them all the same." "They sound pretty." "You always did like pretty men." "I like useful men." He smiled then, small and bitter. "Then good news, I am useful. I know what is written in your missing friend’s notes." "Eva is not missing. She is in Manchester." "I know where she is. I also know she has been working a translation on a vellum piece with a snake that eats its tail and a verse that looks Greek until you turn it in a mirror. Wrong alphabet, wrong era, wrong ink. Very right effect." "You read her notes without asking." "I stood in this room empty three days ago and looked because I wanted to know if you still breathed in her margins," he said. "You do." "Do not make poetry out of trespass." "Avaros wants that vellum back. It belonged to his cousin with poor impulse control. He thinks Eva walks around with it in her handbag. He sent the courser to collect me because I adjusted the odds." "And you came here because?" "Because you can hide relics where even my father blinks,"
he said, quiet
. "Because you and Eva collect secrets the way other women collect shoes. Because I needed you to tell me where she hid it, so I can give it to him and keep the bones that will break here unbroken." "So you plan to trade." "I plan to cheat," he said
softly
. "I will give him the work and keep the effect." "Bold," I said. "Clever," he said. "Like you." The room held a beat, layered with steam from the kettle I had not turned on and the
electric
buzz of the neon sign. Ptolemy stood, yawned in a pink curl and showed all his small sharp teeth, then froze. His pupils blew. He hissed like a fuse catching. I smelled it a second later. Not sulphur, not the cartoon version, something sweet and rotten under copper. The skin on my forearms tightened. Lucien pushed to his feet in one clean motion. The chair legs scraped the tile. He looked at the door. "They found me," he said. "You said you dropped the tracker." "I said it has no voice left." I moved without thinking. Eva kept iron in a row along the window ledge because she believed iron told the truth about visitors. I grabbed a short blackened crowbar. Useful. Familiar. My fingers settled like they wanted this. Lucien caught up his cane and in the same breath drew the thin blade inside it with a sound like worn
silk
. He rolled his wrist, and the sword let the kitchen light lie down along its edge. "You bring knives to my house now?" "I always bring knives." The first knock shook the doorframe. Not a fist. Something harder. Wood shivered. The second knock found the cheap paint and made it powder into the air. Ptolemy vanished on a streak of stripes and dignity. I backed into the hall and planted a foot. Lucien slid to one side of the door with me, his shoulder nearly touching mine. The book stacks rustled as if they did not like the vibrations. I thought of the neighbours below, of the uncle in the curry house who always slipped me an extra samosa with a wink. Eva's locks did their job and held. For a moment. "Out the fire escape," I said. Lucien shook his head once. "Too slow." "You want to greet him?" "I want to end this here." "Always dramatic." "Always honest," he said. I swallowed. My mouth went dry. The metal of the crowbar dragged
warmth
from my skin. My bright blue eyes reflected in the narrow hall mirror for a blink and
looked like someone else's
. Lucien's breath feathered my temple. I
hated that my
body read that before my brain issued words. "You are in my house,"
I said, not looking at him
. "You take my lead." "As you wish," he said. "On three, we open. You cut low, I hit high." "You always did like to
dance
." "Keep your stories." The third hit did not come as a knock. The lock cores screamed and popped. Something pressed through the gap like fingers of black smoke sharpened to a point. One of the deadbolts twisted and snapped. Metal hit the floor and bounced under the narrow console table with a sound like an argument ending badly. The chain jumped in its brackets. The stink crawled under the door and found the back of my throat like sick sweets. Lucien tilted the blade and murmured something in a language that held more consonants than sense. The edge brightened, not with light, with the idea of light. He
flicked
his heterochromatic eyes to me and nodded once. "One," I said. The screws in the top hinge
began to
back themselves out as if an invisible hand turned them with patience and delight. "Two," I said. The last deadbolt slid half an inch in the wrong direction without touching. The chain hook twisted like soft toffee and dropped. "Three." I yanked the door inward. The hall breathed, and something tall and thin stepped forward where the corridor had been. Its face had too many wrong angles. Its smile tried on too many mouths. A sigil crawled across its throat like it wanted out. I swung the crowbar for its temple. Lucien's blade whispered for its hamstring. The thing lifted one finger and the air snapped. The lights went out. The sound that followed came from far away and underneath, a bell toll in a drowned church. The ivory handle of Lucien's cane slammed into my shoulder as he shoved me hard to the floor. "Down," he said. The creature raised both hands. Every book in the flat lifted an inch from the surfaces and waited in the air, open at the spine like a hundred small birds, then flew.
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
38
adverbTagCount
2
adverbTags
0
"he said quietly [quietly]"
1
"he said softly [softly]"
dialogueSentences
121
tagDensity
0.314
leniency
0.628
rawRatio
0.053
effectiveRatio
0.033
96.21%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2639
totalAiIsmAdverbs
2
found
0
adverb
"very"
count
1
1
adverb
"softly"
count
1
highlights
0
"very"
1
"softly"
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)
67.79%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2639
totalAiIsms
17
found
0
word
"weight"
count
2
1
word
"perfect"
count
1
2
word
"flickered"
count
1
3
word
"measured"
count
1
4
word
"whisper"
count
1
5
word
"familiar"
count
2
6
word
"treacherous"
count
1
7
word
"flicked"
count
2
8
word
"efficient"
count
1
9
word
"chill"
count
1
10
word
"electric"
count
1
11
word
"silk"
count
1
12
word
"warmth"
count
1
13
word
"dance"
count
1
highlights
0
"weight"
1
"perfect"
2
"flickered"
3
"measured"
4
"whisper"
5
"familiar"
6
"treacherous"
7
"flicked"
8
"efficient"
9
"chill"
10
"electric"
11
"silk"
12
"warmth"
13
"dance"
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
200
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
1
hedgeCount
1
narrationSentences
200
filterMatches
0
"think"
hedgeMatches
0
"began to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
283
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
55
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
2636
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
50
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
37
wordCount
1785
uniqueNames
12
maxNameDensity
0.84
worstName
"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity
2
worstWindowName
"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Moreau
1
Eva
7
Brick
1
Lane
1
Lucien
15
French
1
Saint
1
Claude
1
Paris
1
Ptolemy
6
Brewer
1
Street
1
persons
0
"Moreau"
1
"Eva"
2
"Lucien"
3
"Saint"
4
"Claude"
5
"Ptolemy"
places
0
"Brick"
1
"Lane"
2
"Paris"
3
"Brewer"
4
"Street"
globalScore
1
windowScore
1
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
135
glossingSentenceCount
2
matches
0
"not quite a whisper"
1
"looked like someone else's"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
0
per1kWords
0
wordCount
2636
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
2
totalSentences
283
matches
0
"carved that way"
1
"hated that my"
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
137
mean
19.24
std
22.54
cv
1.171
sampleLengths
0
19
1
56
2
2
3
3
4
3
5
76
6
19
7
10
8
7
9
23
10
19
11
5
12
4
13
40
14
4
15
3
16
35
17
45
18
82
19
30
20
6
21
13
22
5
23
2
24
5
25
53
26
7
27
8
28
11
29
5
30
22
31
5
32
7
33
15
34
5
35
1
36
14
37
13
38
86
39
10
40
92
41
3
42
6
43
6
44
54
45
5
46
11
47
2
48
13
49
27
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
2
totalSentences
200
matches
0
"been carved"
1
"were puckered"
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
324
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
283
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1787
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
55
adverbRatio
0.03077783995523223
lyAdverbCount
5
lyAdverbRatio
0.0027979854504756574
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
283
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
283
mean
9.31
std
6.98
cv
0.749
sampleLengths
0
19
1
17
2
16
3
4
4
19
5
2
6
3
7
3
8
17
9
8
10
11
11
15
12
10
13
8
14
7
15
10
16
9
17
10
18
7
19
18
20
5
21
19
22
5
23
4
24
10
25
6
26
7
27
6
28
11
29
4
30
3
31
2
32
12
33
13
34
8
35
4
36
11
37
12
38
18
39
7
40
17
41
10
42
11
43
18
44
19
45
14
46
16
47
6
48
8
49
5
42.23%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
22
diversityRatio
0.2862190812720848
totalSentences
283
uniqueOpeners
81
59.17%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
3
totalSentences
169
matches
0
"Of course it was."
1
"Even the way he took"
2
"Then the smallest pause."
ratio
0.018
23.55%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
83
totalSentences
169
matches
0
"His ivory-handled cane pressed against"
1
"He did not smile."
2
"His mouth softened a fraction"
3
"I kept the door where"
4
"His fur rose like static"
5
"He had better instincts than"
6
"His heterochromatic stare settled, unblinking,"
7
"he said, and the corner"
8
"He held his cane a"
9
"It was subtle, a slight"
10
"I slid the chain."
11
"He slipped inside and closed"
12
"My hand stayed on the"
13
"He held his injured arm"
14
"He turned his head, surveying"
15
"His eyes came back to"
16
"He had shaved so close"
17
"His platinum hair was perfect."
18
"My laugh came out thin."
19
"He held up his good"
ratio
0.491
4.38%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
154
totalSentences
169
matches
0
"The chain bit my palm"
1
"Lucien Moreau stood in the"
2
"His ivory-handled cane pressed against"
3
"He did not smile."
4
"His mouth softened a fraction"
5
"I kept the door where"
6
"The locks on Eva's flat"
7
"The curry house below sent"
8
"Ptolemy rubbed his side on"
9
"His fur rose like static"
10
"He had better instincts than"
11
"Lucien glanced down at the"
12
"His heterochromatic stare settled, unblinking,"
13
"he said, and the corner"
14
"The dark on his lapel"
15
"The stain gleamed dull, almost"
16
"He held his cane a"
17
"The polished ivory caught the"
18
"The cane hummed against the"
19
"It was subtle, a slight"
ratio
0.911
29.59%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
1
totalSentences
169
matches
0
"Now they read like a"
ratio
0.006
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
76
technicalSentenceCount
2
matches
0
"His ivory-handled cane pressed against the scuffed floorboards as if he pinned the building in place."
1
"Ptolemy darted under the narrow console table that had become a graveyard of takeaway menus and incense stubs."
85.53%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
38
uselessAdditionCount
3
matches
0
"he said, not quite a whisper"
1
"he said, quiet"
2
"I said, not looking at him"
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
36
fancyCount
0
fancyTags
(empty)
dialogueSentences
121
tagDensity
0.298
leniency
0.595
rawRatio
0
effectiveRatio
0
86.9480%