Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTX3TQC1TDAJBSV0P93WQJZ

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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 shattered before I registered the throw. My hand moved on instinct, catching the beer mug's handle mid-arc. Muscle memory from a life I didn't talk about. The bloke who'd thrown it blinked, swaying on his barstool, brain struggling to catch up with his own drunken violence. "Out." Silas's voice carried across The Raven's Nest without rising above conversational volume. He didn't move from his spot behind the counter, polishing a pint glass with the patience of a man who'd seen worse. Much worse. "But she—" "Now." The bloke's mates dragged him out before Silas had to elaborate. They knew better. Everyone in Soho knew better than to make Silas repeat himself. I set the mug upright and pushed it toward its original owner, a terrified uni student who'd made the mistake of wearing a low-cut top on a Friday night. "Next time," I said, "sit at the back. Near the emergency exit." She nodded too quickly, gathering her friends and fleeing toward the suggested spot. I wiped my hands on my jeans and retrieved my abandoned half-pint from the bar's edge. Long day of deliveries in the rain. I'd earned the drink. "That's three this month." Silas's hazel eyes held that particular flatness I'd learned to read as concern. "Maybe take your nights off elsewhere, Carter." "And miss the ambiance?" I gestured at the walls, their old maps yellowed under decades of cigarette smoke, the black-and-white photographs of London streets that no longer existed. The green neon sign outside bled through the front window, painting everything in faint emerald. "This place grows on you." "Like mould." "Exactly." He didn't smile. He rarely did. But his shoulders loosened a fraction as he resumed polishing, and I turned back to my drink, savouring the familiar burn of cheap lager. The Raven's Nest wasn't glamorous. It wasn't even particularly comfortable. But it was the first place in London that had felt like mine. The door swung open, bringing with it a gust of wet pavement and diesel fumes. I didn't look up. Tourists found the Nest by accident, stayed for one overpriced round, and left confused about what they'd just experienced. Locals came for the privacy. The dim lighting. Silas's absolute disinterest in anyone's business but his own. "Rory?" The voice hit me like ice water down my spine. Welsh accent. Cardiff lilt. Soft in all the places London speech had gone hard. I turned slowly, already knowing what I'd find. Already feeling the walls of four years of careful reconstruction beginning to crack. Cerys Ellis stood in the doorway, rain darkening her blonde bob, her face caught somewhere between disbelief and something that looked dangerously like hope. She wore the kind of coat I couldn't afford, the kind of shoes that cost more than my monthly rent. But her mascara had bled under her eyes, and her lower lip trembled in a way I remembered from latenight study sessions and shared secrets and a friendship I'd severed without explanation. "Cerys." The name felt foreign on my tongue. It belonged to someone I'd been three identities ago. "You're—" She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the worn floorboards. "God, Rory. You're actually here. I thought—I checked three other bars, and I was about to—" "About to what?" "Give up." She laughed, but it came out wrong. Fractured. "Give up and fly home tomorrow and tell everyone I'd imagined seeing you. That I was losing my mind." Silas had gone still behind the bar. I felt his attention like a physical weight, cataloguing this woman, her expensive clothes, her Cardiff vowels, the history written in the way I couldn't meet her eyes. "Should I order you a drink, or..." Cerys's voice trailed off. She was looking at my hands. At the calluses from my bike's handlebars. At the chip in my nail polish. At all the small betrayals of the life I'd left behind. "You work here?" "Above it." I gestured vaguely toward the ceiling. "Deliver food for the Golden Empress down the street. The bar's just..." "Convenient." "Something like that." She nodded too many times. A nervous habit I'd forgotten she had. We'd shared a flat in our second year, Cerys and I. Stayed up until dawn arguing about case law and stealing each other's notes and dreaming about the barristers we'd become. She'd been going to specialise in environmental law. Fight the good fight. Make their mothers proud. "Sit down," I said. The words scraped out before I could stop them. "You look like you need it." We took a booth in the back, away from the stragglers nursing their pints. Silas appeared with a gin and tonic for Cerys without being asked, his intuition for drink orders apparently extending to Welsh solicitors in designer coats. She wrapped both hands around the glass like a lifeline. "I have a first-round interview at Red Lion Chambers on Monday." The words tumbled out. "Environmental law. Everything I wanted." "That's brilliant, Cerys. Really." "Is it?" She finally looked at me directly, and I saw what the dim lighting had hidden. The hollows beneath her eyes. the tightness around her mouth. The way her collarbones pressed against her skin like she'd forgotten to eat for weeks. "Because I've spent three years watching you try to love it. Try to make yourself into something you weren't. And I thought—if Rory Carter couldn't do it, couldn't stomach the person she had to become—" "Then what?" "Then maybe I shouldn't either." Her voice cracked. "Evan came back." The name landed in my chest like a blade. I kept my face still through practice, through years of learning what happened when you let people see the cracks. "When?" "Six months ago. He found me at the firm's Christmas party. Said he'd been looking for you. That you'd... that he'd done things he regretted. That he wanted to apologise." "Did he." "He cried, Rory. Actual tears. Talked about rehab, about counselling, about how he never meant to—" "To what?" My voice came out steady. Impersonal. A stranger's voice. "To tell me I was stupid? To throw my notes in the bin? To show me exactly how much control he had over whether I passed or failed?" Cerys flinched. "He told me he loved you. That he'd changed." "They always say that." "I know." She whispered it. "I know that now. But I didn't then, and I thought—if he's different, if he's trying, maybe I should find you. Tell you. Let you decide." "So you came to London to play messenger for my ex." "I came to London because I couldn't stop thinking about what happened to you." Her hand shot across the table, stopped just short of touching mine. "You disappeared. One day you were there, and the next your flat was empty, and your mother was calling everyone you'd ever known, and nobody knew where you'd gone. Not even Eva. She said you'd called from a payphone, told her you were safe, and then nothing. For years, Rory. Four years of nothing." I pulled my hand back. "I had to leave." "I know. I know you did. But you could have—" "What? Told you?" The words came harder now, sharper. "So you could do what? Convince me to stay? Tell me I was overreacting? Tell me that's just how relationships are, that I should give him another chance, that maybe if I just—" "I would never—" "You did." I heard my own voice from far away. "You told me I was lucky. That someone like Evan wouldn't look twice at someone like me unless he really cared. That I should be grateful for the attention." Silence. The bar's ambient noise filled the gap, other people's conversations bleeding into our private ruin. "I didn't know," Cerys said finally. "I didn't understand what he was. What he was doing to you." "Neither did I. Not until it was almost too late." "But you're here now. You're safe. You're—" She looked around the bar, taking in the water-stained ceiling, the flickering light above the emergency exit, the stained carpet that hadn't been replaced since the seventies. "Is this what you wanted? Is this better than what you left?" I wanted to say yes. I wanted to tell her about Silas, about the job that let me work alone, about the tiny flat that was mine and nobody else's. About the freedom I'd carved out of nothing, the person I'd become in the spaces between identities. But the words stuck in my throat, because Cerys was crying now, silent tears tracking through her ruined mascara, and I remembered who we'd been before. Before Evan. Before Cardiff. Before I'd learned that survival meant leaving everything behind. "There's something else," she said. Her hand went to her pocket, emerged with a folded envelope, cream-coloured, expensive paper. "He gave me this. For you. Said if I ever found you, I should—" "Don't." The word came out like a warning. "Don't you dare give me anything from him." "It's not—" "I don't care what's in it. I don't care what he wrote, or how sorry he is, or how much he's changed. I spent two years learning how to sleep with the lights on. I spent eighteen months flinching every time a man raised his voice. I lost my degree, my friends, my entire life because I couldn't exist in the same city as him without—" I stopped. Drew breath. "If you give me that envelope, I will burn it. I will burn it and never speak to you again." Cerys's hand trembled. The envelope hovered between us, a bridge I refused to cross. "Please," she whispered. "Please, Rory. I just need you to—" The front door slammed open. A figure stumbled through, and the blood drained from Cerys's face before I could turn to look. "Speak of the devil," Silas said from behind the bar. His voice had gone flat again. Dangerous. "Looks like someone followed you here, Ms. Ellis." I turned. And there, silhouetted against the green neon sign, stood the man I'd spent four years trying to forget.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags24
adverbTagCount3
adverbTags
0"I gestured vaguely [vaguely]"
1"Cerys said finally [finally]"
2"She looked around [around]"
dialogueSentences69
tagDensity0.348
leniency0.696
rawRatio0.125
effectiveRatio0.087
88.21% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1696
totalAiIsmAdverbs4
found
0
adverb"quickly"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
2
adverb"really"
count2
highlights
0"quickly"
1"slowly"
2"really"
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)
67.57% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1696
totalAiIsms11
found
0
word"shattered"
count1
1
word"familiar"
count1
2
word"comfortable"
count1
3
word"down my spine"
count1
4
word"lilt"
count1
5
word"trembled"
count2
6
word"fractured"
count1
7
word"weight"
count1
8
word"stomach"
count1
9
word"silence"
count1
highlights
0"shattered"
1"familiar"
2"comfortable"
3"down my spine"
4"lilt"
5"trembled"
6"fractured"
7"weight"
8"stomach"
9"silence"
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
narrationSentences108
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences108
filterMatches
0"see"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences153
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen68
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1685
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions23
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions39
wordCount1041
uniqueNames15
maxNameDensity0.86
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Raven2
Nest3
Silas9
Soho1
Friday1
London3
Ellis1
Fractured1
Cardiff3
Cerys9
Welsh2
Impersonal1
Silence1
Evan1
Drew1
persons
0"Raven"
1"Silas"
2"Ellis"
3"Cerys"
4"Evan"
5"Drew"
places
0"Soho"
1"London"
2"Cardiff"
3"Welsh"
globalScore1
windowScore1
74.24% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences66
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"felt like mine"
1"r drink orders apparently extending to Welsh"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1685
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences153
matches
0"learned that survival"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs68
mean24.78
std21.62
cv0.872
sampleLengths
08
140
237
32
41
554
612
740
824
948
102
111
1253
1355
141
1510
1614
1721
1876
191
2016
2127
223
2329
2435
2545
2620
271
283
2959
3019
3149
3220
334
3477
352
3611
3729
381
3930
402
4116
4239
4311
444
4531
4611
4780
489
4910
98.77% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences108
matches
0"being asked"
1"been replaced"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs187
matches
0"was looking"
1"was crying"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences153
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1048
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount29
adverbRatio0.02767175572519084
lyAdverbCount11
lyAdverbRatio0.01049618320610687
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences153
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences153
mean11.01
std10.06
cv0.914
sampleLengths
08
111
29
320
413
522
62
72
81
911
103
1111
1229
1312
1413
1516
167
174
1817
197
2028
2115
225
232
241
253
263
2724
285
295
3013
3115
324
3319
345
353
369
371
3810
392
402
4110
428
4313
4424
4520
4632
471
487
499
67.97% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats16
diversityRatio0.47058823529411764
totalSentences153
uniqueOpeners72
36.63% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences91
matches
0"Already feeling the walls of"
ratio0.011
52.97% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount38
totalSentences91
matches
0"My hand moved on instinct,"
1"He didn't move from his"
2"They knew better."
3"I set the mug upright"
4"She nodded too quickly, gathering"
5"I wiped my hands on"
6"I'd earned the drink."
7"I gestured at the walls,"
8"He didn't smile."
9"He rarely did."
10"It wasn't even particularly comfortable."
11"I didn't look up."
12"I turned slowly, already knowing"
13"She wore the kind of"
14"It belonged to someone I'd"
15"She stepped closer, her heels"
16"She laughed, but it came"
17"I felt his attention like"
18"She was looking at my"
19"I gestured vaguely toward the"
ratio0.418
47.91% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount75
totalSentences91
matches
0"The glass shattered before I"
1"My hand moved on instinct,"
2"Muscle memory from a life"
3"The bloke who'd thrown it"
4"Silas's voice carried across The"
5"He didn't move from his"
6"The bloke's mates dragged him"
7"They knew better."
8"Everyone in Soho knew better"
9"I set the mug upright"
10"She nodded too quickly, gathering"
11"I wiped my hands on"
12"I'd earned the drink."
13"Silas's hazel eyes held that"
14"I gestured at the walls,"
15"The green neon sign outside"
16"He didn't smile."
17"He rarely did."
18"The Raven's Nest wasn't glamorous."
19"It wasn't even particularly comfortable."
ratio0.824
54.95% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences91
matches
0"Before I'd learned that survival"
ratio0.011
23.81% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences36
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"The bloke who'd thrown it blinked, swaying on his barstool, brain struggling to catch up with his own drunken violence."
1"He didn't move from his spot behind the counter, polishing a pint glass with the patience of a man who'd seen worse."
2"I set the mug upright and pushed it toward its original owner, a terrified uni student who'd made the mistake of wearing a low-cut top on a Friday night."
3"But his shoulders loosened a fraction as he resumed polishing, and I turned back to my drink, savouring the familiar burn of cheap lager."
4"Cerys Ellis stood in the doorway, rain darkening her blonde bob, her face caught somewhere between disbelief and something that looked dangerously like hope."
5"She wore the kind of coat I couldn't afford, the kind of shoes that cost more than my monthly rent."
83.33% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags24
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"She stepped, her heels clicking against the worn floorboards"
1"The words came, sharper"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags8
fancyCount3
fancyTags
0"She laughed (laugh)"
1"She whispered (whisper)"
2"she whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences69
tagDensity0.116
leniency0.232
rawRatio0.375
effectiveRatio0.087
86.5452%