Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTRQG98BH85D87VGPZVQZBG

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Duration:
45.5s
Cost:
$0.021868

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Literary Fiction 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="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> <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 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. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The glass slipped from my fingers before I could catch it, whiskey sloshing over the bar’s edge like a dark confession. The ice cubes clinked against the brass rail, a sound too loud in the sudden hush of The Raven’s Nest. There, leaning against the far wall with the ease of a man who’d never known the weight of uncertainty, stood Silas Blackwood. Or rather, what was left of him. His auburn hair had surrendered to grey at the temples, the streaks sharp as knife cuts. The beard, once meticulously trimmed, now framed a face that had weathered more storms than I cared to count. But it was the eyes that undid me—hazel, still sharp, still seeing too much. They locked onto mine with the precision of a sniper’s scope. "Rory Carter," he said, and the way my name rolled off his tongue made it sound like both a question and an accusation. "Been a while." I should’ve walked away. Should’ve pretended I hadn’t seen him, should’ve let the past stay buried under the weight of years and silence. But the whiskey had already loosened my grip on good sense, and the sight of him—older, harder, but unmistakably Silas—rooted me to the spot. "Silas," I said, and my voice came out steadier than I felt. "You look like hell." A ghost of a smile touched his lips. "And you look like you’ve been running." I had been. For years. The bar’s green neon sign flickered outside the window, casting his face in an eerie glow. He pushed off the wall, his limp more pronounced than I remembered, and made his way toward me. Each step was deliberate, measured. The silver signet ring on his right hand caught the light as he reached for the stool beside me. "You still take it neat?" he asked, nodding at my glass. "Some habits die hard." He signalled the bartender, a kid with a nose ring who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. "Two more. And leave the bottle." The kid hesitated, glancing between us like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Silas didn’t bother to explain. He just waited, that quiet authority of his settling over the room like a fog. The bartender poured, then scurried off to the other end of the bar, where a couple of regulars nursed their drinks in silence. Silas lifted his glass, swirling the amber liquid before taking a slow sip. "You’re not in Cardiff anymore." "No." "London suits you." I almost laughed. "Does it?" He studied me for a long moment, his gaze tracing the lines of my face like he was memorising them. "You’ve got the look of someone who’s been places." "Haven’t we all?" "Not like you." He set his glass down. "You always had a way of disappearing when things got messy." The words hung between us, heavy with things unsaid. I reached for my drink, buying time. The whiskey burned my throat, but it was a familiar pain, one I welcomed. "And you always had a way of cleaning up the mess." Silas exhaled through his nose, a sound that might’ve been a laugh if it hadn’t been so bitter. "Not always." The air between us thickened, charged with the weight of old wounds. I thought of the last time I’d seen him—standing in the rain outside my flat in Cardiff, his coat soaked, his expression unreadable. He’d come to warn me about Evan, to offer me a way out. I’d refused. Pride, stupidity, fear—it didn’t matter now. What mattered was that I’d left without looking back, and he’d let me. "You still run this place?" I asked, gesturing vaguely at the bar. "Something like that." I raised an eyebrow. "That’s not an answer." "And yet, here we are." He took another sip, his eyes never leaving mine. "What brings you to The Raven’s Nest, Rory? Last I heard, you were studying law." "Last I heard, you were still with MI6." A muscle twitched in his jaw. "People change." "So do circumstances." He leaned back, the stool creaking under his weight. "You always were good at avoiding the question." "And you always were good at asking the ones that hurt." The corner of his mouth quirked. "Fair enough." The bar hummed around us, the low murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses filling the silence. I traced the rim of my glass with my finger, the crescent-shaped scar on my wrist catching the light. Silas noticed. Of course he did. "That new?" he asked, nodding at it. I pulled my sleeve down, covering it. "Old story." "Doesn’t look old." "It’s not important." He didn’t push. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering me one. I shook my head. He lit his, the flame flickering in his eyes as he took a long drag. "You still smoke like you’re trying to punish your lungs," I said. "And you still talk like you’re trying to pick a fight." I smirked. "Maybe I am." "Maybe you always were." He exhaled smoke through his nose, watching it curl toward the ceiling. "You here alone?" The question was casual, but the way he asked it wasn’t. I hesitated, then nodded. "Just me." "Good." He stubbed out his cigarette. "Because I’ve got something to show you." Before I could ask what, he stood, his knee giving a faint protest as he did. The limp was more noticeable now, a reminder of the life he’d left behind. I followed him toward the back of the bar, where a narrow hallway led to a door marked *Private*. He pushed it open, revealing a set of stairs leading down. "Where are we going?" I asked, though I already knew. "Somewhere quiet." The stairs creaked under our weight, the air growing cooler as we descended. At the bottom, Silas pressed his palm against a section of the wall, and a hidden panel slid open with a soft click. Beyond it lay a room I’d only heard whispers about—the secret back room of The Raven’s Nest. The space was small but meticulously organised. A desk sat against one wall, covered in maps and photographs, their edges curling with age. A single lamp cast a pool of light over a leather-bound ledger, its pages filled with neat, precise handwriting. The walls were lined with shelves, each one holding files, books, and what looked like old case files. I whistled low. "Still playing spymaster, I see." Silas didn’t answer. Instead, he crossed to the desk and picked up a photograph, holding it out to me. It was worn at the edges, the colours faded. In it, a younger Silas stood beside a man I didn’t recognise, both of them dressed in suits that looked like they belonged in another decade. They were in front of a building I didn’t know, their expressions serious, almost grim. "Who’s this?" I asked, though I had a feeling I already knew. "My last partner," Silas said. "Daniel Reeves." I looked up at him. "What happened to him?" Silas took the photograph back, his fingers brushing over the image. "He died in Prague. Same job that gave me this." He tapped his knee. "Same job that made me retire." I swallowed. "I’m sorry." He set the photograph down. "Don’t be. It was a long time ago." "But not long enough." His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw something raw in them—something he usually kept buried. "No. Not long enough." The silence stretched between us, heavy with the weight of things neither of us wanted to say. I thought of all the years that had passed, all the choices that had led us here. To this moment. To this room. "You ever think about how things could’ve been different?" I asked quietly. Silas picked up the photograph again, turning it over in his hands. "Every damn day." I reached for the bottle of whiskey on the desk, pouring us each another drink. The liquid caught the light as I handed him his glass. "To old ghosts," I said. He clinked his glass against mine. "And the ones we haven’t met yet." We drank in silence, the whiskey burning its way down my throat. Outside, the world kept turning, oblivious to the weight of the past pressing down on us. But here, in this hidden room beneath The Raven’s Nest, time felt like it had stopped. Silas set his glass down and reached for a file on the desk, flipping it open. Inside were pages of notes, photographs, and what looked like surveillance reports. My stomach twisted. "What’s this?" I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. He didn’t look up. "Something I’ve been working on." I leaned in, scanning the documents. My breath caught. "This is about Evan." Silas finally met my gaze. "Yes." I should’ve walked away. Should’ve told him it wasn’t my problem anymore, that I’d left that life behind. But the name on those pages was like a match struck in the dark, and I couldn’t look away. "Why?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Silas closed the file. "Because some ghosts don’t stay buried, Rory. And because I know you." I wanted to argue. Wanted to tell him he was wrong, that I wasn’t the same person he’d known all those years ago. But the truth was, I wasn’t sure anymore. And that scared me more than anything. He reached into his coat and pulled out a key, pressing it into my palm. "There’s a safe house in Camden. Number 17. You’ll find everything you need there." I closed my fingers around the key, the metal cold against my skin. "And if I don’t want it?" Silas smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Then you’re not the Rory Carter I remember." The key felt heavy in my hand. Outside, the bar’s green neon sign flickered, a beacon in the dark. I looked at Silas, at the lines on his face, the weight in his eyes, and I knew there was no walking away from this. Not this time.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags18
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"I asked quietly [quietly]"
dialogueSentences67
tagDensity0.269
leniency0.537
rawRatio0.056
effectiveRatio0.03
97.06% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1699
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"barely above a whisper"
count1
highlights
0"barely above a whisper"
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0"Blackwood"
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
20.54% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1699
totalAiIsms27
found
0
word"weight"
count8
1
word"silence"
count5
2
word"flickered"
count2
3
word"measured"
count1
4
word"tracing"
count1
5
word"familiar"
count1
6
word"charged"
count1
7
word"unreadable"
count1
8
word"eyebrow"
count1
9
word"traced"
count1
10
word"reminder"
count1
11
word"stomach"
count1
12
word"scanning"
count1
13
word"whisper"
count1
14
word"beacon"
count1
highlights
0"weight"
1"silence"
2"flickered"
3"measured"
4"tracing"
5"familiar"
6"charged"
7"unreadable"
8"eyebrow"
9"traced"
10"reminder"
11"stomach"
12"scanning"
13"whisper"
14"beacon"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences125
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences125
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences174
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen26
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords1
totalWords1690
ratio0.001
matches
0"Private"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions22
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions26
wordCount1360
uniqueNames6
maxNameDensity1.25
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Raven3
Nest3
Silas17
Blackwood1
Cardiff1
Evan1
persons
0"Raven"
1"Silas"
2"Blackwood"
3"Evan"
places
0"Cardiff"
globalScore0.875
windowScore0.833
7.95% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences88
glossingSentenceCount5
matches
0"looked like he’d rather be anywhere else"
1"looked like old case files"
2"looked like they belonged in another deca"
3"felt like it had stopped"
4"looked like surveillance reports"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1690
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences174
matches
0"was that I’d"
1"left that life"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs79
mean21.39
std18.69
cv0.874
sampleLengths
070
160
226
347
416
515
65
758
811
94
1024
1157
1218
131
143
155
1629
173
1819
1941
2020
2169
2212
233
248
2529
268
278
283
2917
3011
318
3243
337
349
353
363
3739
3812
3911
405
4119
4217
4313
4460
4510
462
4753
4860
498
99.65% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences125
matches
0"were lined"
1"was worn"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs266
matches
0"was trying"
1"was memorising"
44.33% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount7
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences6
totalSentences174
ratio0.034
matches
0"But it was the eyes that undid me—hazel, still sharp, still seeing too much."
1"But the whiskey had already loosened my grip on good sense, and the sight of him—older, harder, but unmistakably Silas—rooted me to the spot."
2"I thought of the last time I’d seen him—standing in the rain outside my flat in Cardiff, his coat soaked, his expression unreadable."
3"Pride, stupidity, fear—it didn’t matter now."
4"Beyond it lay a room I’d only heard whispers about—the secret back room of The Raven’s Nest."
5"His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw something raw in them—something he usually kept buried."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1369
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount46
adverbRatio0.03360116873630387
lyAdverbCount9
lyAdverbRatio0.006574141709276844
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences174
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences174
mean9.71
std6.28
cv0.647
sampleLengths
021
120
222
37
416
519
614
711
823
93
104
1119
1224
1312
144
158
167
173
182
1916
2018
215
2219
2311
244
2518
266
2714
285
2915
3023
3113
325
331
343
353
362
3720
389
393
408
4111
429
437
4414
4511
4618
472
4812
4923
57.47% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats5
diversityRatio0.3620689655172414
totalSentences174
uniqueOpeners63
85.47% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences117
matches
0"Of course he did."
1"Instead, he reached into his"
2"Instead, he crossed to the"
ratio0.026
28.55% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount56
totalSentences117
matches
0"His auburn hair had surrendered"
1"They locked onto mine with"
2"he said, and the way"
3"I should’ve walked away."
4"I said, and my voice"
5"I had been."
6"He pushed off the wall,"
7"he asked, nodding at my"
8"He signalled the bartender, a"
9"He just waited, that quiet"
10"I almost laughed."
11"He studied me for a"
12"He set his glass down"
13"I reached for my drink,"
14"I thought of the last"
15"He’d come to warn me"
16"I asked, gesturing vaguely at"
17"I raised an eyebrow."
18"He took another sip, his"
19"He leaned back, the stool"
ratio0.479
66.84% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount92
totalSentences117
matches
0"The glass slipped from my"
1"The ice cubes clinked against"
2"There, leaning against the far"
3"His auburn hair had surrendered"
4"The beard, once meticulously trimmed,"
5"They locked onto mine with"
6"he said, and the way"
7"I should’ve walked away."
8"I said, and my voice"
9"A ghost of a smile"
10"I had been."
11"The bar’s green neon sign"
12"He pushed off the wall,"
13"Each step was deliberate, measured."
14"The silver signet ring on"
15"he asked, nodding at my"
16"He signalled the bartender, a"
17"The kid hesitated, glancing between"
18"Silas didn’t bother to explain."
19"He just waited, that quiet"
ratio0.786
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount3
totalSentences117
matches
0"Before I could ask what,"
1"To this moment."
2"To this room."
ratio0.026
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences61
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"There, leaning against the far wall with the ease of a man who’d never known the weight of uncertainty, stood Silas Blackwood."
1"Silas lifted his glass, swirling the amber liquid before taking a slow sip."
2"He studied me for a long moment, his gaze tracing the lines of my face like he was memorising them."
97.22% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags18
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"I asked, my voice barely above a whisper"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags13
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences67
tagDensity0.194
leniency0.388
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
86.2806%