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Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTX5T1PMJM28BDT0Z7YYETM
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Model:
GPT-5
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Romance: separated couple reunites
Duration:
2m 7s
Cost:
$0.057134
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
80.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
73.39%
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)
56.78%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
0.00%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
7.45%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
81.28%
Technical jargon density
(details)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
83.2968%
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 ivory handle wedged the
jamb before I could slam the door.
Lucien leaned on the cane
like it belonged to the threshold, calm as a cat while my three deadbolts rattled behind me.
His suit carried a cut
through the charcoal weave, a precise line that had found skin. One amber eye watched, the other a night-black pupil swallowing light.
He smiled the way people
smile at graves. "Bonsoir, Aurora." "You do not knock like a normal person." "I did. Three times. Your neighbour yelled at me about curry fumes and football." "That would be Mr
Patel
. He hates everyone equally." "Perhaps not you."
He tilted his head, studied
my face. "May I come in?" "That depends. Are you bringing the apocalypse with you, or did you leave it in the cab?"
I kept my weight against
the door.
Ptolemy, Eva's fat tabby, materialised
between my ankles and hissed at Lucien's shoes with an old man's outrage. "The cab smelled worse than the apocalypse," he said. "Also, yes, they followed me." "Perfect."
I pushed the door out
as far as the chain allowed and let the word hang. "State your business before my cat murders your footwear." "Sanctuary," he said.
He did not dress pleas
for mercy in drama.
He presented them as a
bill. "Five minutes. A glass of water. Then I leave you to your bibliophilic nest." "Don't flatter my mess."
I looked past his shoulder
. The narrow landing sat still, the curry house below sang with pans and oil and someone arguing about cardamom. No
footsteps
on the stairs. No shadows hunched where shadows did not belong.
His breath smoked like frost
against my cheek. Hot, not cold. "Rory,"
he said, softer
. "S'il te plaît."
I undid the chain and
stepped back.
He moved like a gentleman
entering a drawing room, which made the cut on his side stranger.
Blood had dried at the
edge of the tear, a thin seam sewing him to the suit.
The cane clicked on Eva's
wood floor.
Ptolemy held his ground, fur
up, tail like a bottle brush. "Be nice,"
I told the cat
. "This one bites back." "I only bite when invited," Lucien said.
He closed the door, slid
each deadbolt home with
familiar
hands.
He had an old habit
of making places safe that were not his.
It scraped my nerves and
soothed them in the same breath.
He set his cane by
the coat rack with care, the ivory handle carving a pale crescent in the swarm of books piled there. "You smell like smoke and someone else's shampoo," I said. "Trouble and company. Lovely." "You do this, accuse me before I set down my sins."
He took off his jacket
. Under the black
silk
lining, flesh, a shallow slash along his ribs.
He had wrapped it himself
with a steady hand. It still
looked angry
. "Your friend Eva keeps unusual texts," he added, glancing past me. His voice lightened. "Sanskrit. Coptic. A shopping list in Welsh that concerns me more than the Coptic." "Leave her lists alone. Cumin is a religion in this house." I moved into the cramped living room and kitchen that pretended not to be the same room. Every surface buckled under books and scrolls and Eva's notes scratched in two colours of ink. Someone had knocked over a stack near the sofa. Old vellum pricked the air with dust and dried skin. The cat followed Lucien, still grumbling, as if to count how many sins would be sitting at dinner. "You said they followed you," I said. "Names. Faces. Which floorboard will they take with them when they leave?" He peeled his shirt away from the wound. The buttons came free like a threat. Bronze lines
traced
his chest, old scars that made a map I had no right to remember. He lifted his eyes to me, the amber one playful, the black one absent mercy. It had always
been that way
with him. Light and dark in one skull. "Not faces," he said. "Masks. They do not belong to any house I recognise. Not the Doyens, not the Brixton lot. I scented rue and cold iron. Outsiders." "Avaros then," I said, watching his fingers. He had strong hands. People found safety in them. People burned. "Your father's cousins? The family tree you will not prune?" "Not mine," he said. "Other courts lean into London when London sleeps. The veil is threadbare around markets and churches. You
know
this. Your sister of scholarship knows even more." "We parted on bitter terms," I said, louder than I meant, because the memory of his mouth at my ear last time made my skin prickle betrayer fast. "In case you forgot. You set me up with a butcher on Curtain Road then vanished with his ledger under your coat." "I set you up with the truth, which you asked for. The butcher would have killed five girls if we had not robbed him blind." "You lied about the getaway car." "I promised a car. I did not specify that the driver would be you." His grin flashed and then fell. "Aurora, I will not spar with you. Not while I taste iron on the wind outside your door. If any of you keeps salt, make a line at the threshold." I moved before he finished the sentence. Eva's kitchen held the mundane magic of a woman who knew the occult but also curry. Salt lived above the hob in a cracked jar with a cork neck. I could smell the clean mineral through cork, could taste the shape of a circle on my teeth. I pulled the jar down and tossed it at him. "Use it," I said. "I have bandages." "Parchment strips of Biblical origin would be preferable," he said, catching the jar one-handed. "But cotton will do." "In the tin marked 'spoons'." I pointed while I pried open a lower cupboard with one foot and fetched the first aid kit. You learned to stock one when you dated monsters. Or when you kept them at your threshold, asking for water while bleeding on your rug. "Is that a request disguised as a French complaint?" "It is a prayer for your safety." He sprinkled salt the way a priest might bless a child. Straight line across the entry, thick as a winter road, the grains lying white as bone. Ptolemy watched, fascinated. Cats
know
walls even when they cannot see them. He sniffed the salt, sneezed, and sat down like a king who had approved the architecture. "Drink," I said, putting a glass within reach. Water banged the rim and sloshed. My hand shook more than I liked. I tightened my grip until the crescent scar on my wrist whitened. He watched the scar, and I
hated that he
knew its story. "You have not been sleeping," he said. "You think you invented observation?" "I think you refuse to let anyone else use it on you." "I don't see anyone else here," I said. "Hold still." I stood close to press sterile gauze to him. The cut whispered heat against my palm through thin fabric. He rested his
weight
with patience, breath steady, the demon heat under human skin strange and
familiar
. Clothes rasped. He smelled of smoke and rainwater left in copper bowls. I did not think about Marseille when the boat rocked and he kissed me instead of answering, or the London night he left me on a roof with blue lights rising like a prayer below. I did not think. I counted. Eight beats of my heart to his six. "Your hand is shaking, Aurora." "Maybe I drank coffee." "You drink tea when you are anxious. Coffee makes you bite people." I taped the gauze, rougher than necessary. He did not flinch. He never did. He allowed pain to live in him as if it paid rent. "Why here," I said. "Why now. Do not say nowhere else would do." "Eva's flat sits on an artery most people cannot see," he said. "A line of churches and butcheries and markets from Roman days. Salt bites harder where trade has salted the earth already. Also, your friend is not home. I would not risk her if she were." "How considerate of you to consider her. Shame you forgot that last time when you used her notes without asking." "I replaced them as good as before," he said. "Better ink." "Lucien." He looked at me like a coin he could not spend. He lifted one hand as if to touch the crescent on my wrist, then thought better of it. The not-touch hurt in a way the touch would not have. "All right," he said. "Brass tacks. A woman came to me in Whitechapel with a name tattooed beneath her tongue. Not English. Not human. She begged for a favour I could not refuse and did not want to accept. The name binds three men you and I both dislike. I took something that cracks the binding. Now they hunt me. They will hunt whoever shelters me. If I keep moving, strangers die. If I stop, my friends do." "Those are not friends." "They are yours." "Flattery again." But I
could feel
the line of salt under the door like a new nerve sliced into the house. The air had
weight
. The stair beyond the door counted feet not yet there. "How many." "Four," he said. "Possibly five if the one with the mask that looks like a stag found his courage." "Of course he wears a stag. It is East London, not a pagan festival." "East London contains multitudes." Ptolemy chirped. His ears went back. He stalked to the window with purpose, the way little guards do, and jumped on the sill. His tail framed the glass like a question mark. "Back from the window," I said. "A moment." Lucien slid beside me, careful, as if the space between our shoulders mattered and he believed I owned it now. He touched the grimy pane with two fingertips and closed his eyes, listening. I
knew that trick
. Demon blood hears through glass as if it were water. He drew a breath and opened his eyes again. "They are at the foot of the stairs," he said. "Two. The stag man. And someone with bells. Bells make the old laws wake up." "We wake them first." I moved. My feet knew the path through Eva's labyrinth of ink and paper. On the bookshelf near the door, something gleamed. Iron nails twisted into a symbol of protection, corroded and ugly. Eva called it a doorkeeper. We had laughed about it on a drunk Tuesday. I took it now and hung it on the inside handle. The metal burned my fingers like a stove. "That will delay them," he said. "Not stop them." "You are the expert. Say a prayer in a language older than my mother and her mother." "I will speak to the nails." He shut his eyes and spoke in something that made the cat flatten his ears halfway. The air grew dense, the kind of dense that reminds lungs they are only borrowed. He sounded like the taste of cinnamon and metal. "Fine," I said, because I needed my mouth to do something that
was not wanting
him. "Suppose we survive. Suppose we get your cursed trinket wherever it wants to go. What then. Back to deals and menace. Back to you calling me Aurora like you discovered my first word and will not let me have any others." He opened his eyes. The amber one burned gold. The black one held a small and private storm. "What do you want me to call you," he said. "Rory works." "You are not a nickname," he said. "You are not a diminutive of anything. You are full names and titles and fire under a kettle. You are Aurora when you are angry, and Laila when you intend to lie to a man with dimples, and Carter when you want a policeman to take you seriously. I use what fits." "You do not get to fit anything on me," I said. "You do not get to name me. You lost that right on the roof near King's Cross." "I lost many rights that night." "You kept your shoes." "You kept your life," he said. Ptolemy let out a sound I had only ever heard when he saw the vacuum cleaner. The window shook, a tiny rattle under glass like someone flicking a fingernail on a wine glass. The three deadbolts on the door clicked in unison, old locks choosing a side. "That was not me," Lucien said. "Was it them." "Yes." I grabbed the closest heavy thing within reach that was not a book or a kettle. A bronze pestle lived on the counter in a clay bowl with cardamom pods. It fit my hand. It weighed enough to break a mask. "Your cane," I said. He picked it up. The ivory handle held a secret line where it joined the wood. He twisted and pulled. A thin blade slid free with a
whisper
that pinned the hair on my arms to my skin. "Something you did not show me before," I said. "You did not ask." The knocks started light, polite, the way salesmen knock when they intend to sell you eternal life in nine easy payments. The second sequence found rhythm, the third hit bone. Bells bled through the wood. They sounded sweet and wrong, metal tongues stroking metal throats. The doorkeeper nails
vibrated
. The salt line brightened like frost in moonlight. Lucien moved to stand where the door would swing open. He glanced at me, at my grip on the pestle, at Ptolemy squaring his furry shoulders like a lion the size of bread. "Stay behind me," he said. "Not my style." "Then, to my left. Do not cross the salt." "Stop telling me what not to do." "Mon coeur," he said, helpless and furious, and I almost laughed because the world sometimes shrinks into two stupid people arguing when the knives come out. The top deadbolt turned on its own. Metal scraped metal, lazy, cruel. The sound went into my teeth. A voice on the far side, smooth as a radio host who ate bees. "Open, little scholars," it sang. "Open your market. We brought bells." Lucien lifted the blade. His shoulders settled as if his bones, at last, had found work old and honest. I set my feet, pestle ready. The chain slid, a little golden snake going limp. The door blew inward and the bells came with it.
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2/19/2026, 12:14:42 PM
model
"openai/gpt-5-2025-08-07"
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182717
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streamed
true
cancelled
false
latency
4702
moderation_latency
(null)
generation_time
126441
tokens_prompt
4556
tokens_completion
4480
native_tokens_prompt
4075
native_tokens_completion
5204
native_tokens_completion_images
0
native_tokens_reasoning
2112
native_tokens_cached
0
num_media_prompt
(null)
num_input_audio_prompt
(null)
num_media_completion
0
num_search_results
(null)
origin
"https://ncbench.com/"
is_byok
false
finish_reason
"stop"
native_finish_reason
"completed"
usage
0.05713375
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(null)
provider_responses
0
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"7c2f859a-7890-4e8e-b1de-1cd1c0a800b4"
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"resp_0ae95fd386ee3ab7016996feb25da481909d142e2257dc535a"
is_byok
false
latency
176
model_permaslug
"openai/gpt-5-2025-08-07"
provider_name
"OpenAI"
status
200
api_type
"completions"
id
"gen-1771503282-zSvzajwNt1FiF4MQzE8p"
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"resp_0ae95fd386ee3ab7016996feb25da481909d142e2257dc535a"
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(null)
upstream_inference_cost
0
provider_name
"OpenAI"
Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
49
adverbTagCount
0
adverbTags
(empty)
dialogueSentences
106
tagDensity
0.462
leniency
0.925
rawRatio
0
effectiveRatio
0
100.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2443
totalAiIsmAdverbs
0
found
(empty)
highlights
(empty)
80.00%
AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
(empty)
found
0
"Patel"
100.00%
AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
(empty)
found
(empty)
73.39%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2443
totalAiIsms
13
found
0
word
"weight"
count
3
1
word
"perfect"
count
1
2
word
"sanctuary"
count
1
3
word
"footsteps"
count
1
4
word
"familiar"
count
2
5
word
"silk"
count
1
6
word
"traced"
count
1
7
word
"could feel"
count
1
8
word
"whisper"
count
1
9
word
"vibrated"
count
1
highlights
0
"weight"
1
"perfect"
2
"sanctuary"
3
"footsteps"
4
"familiar"
5
"silk"
6
"traced"
7
"could feel"
8
"whisper"
9
"vibrated"
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
1
narrationSentences
169
matches
0
"looked angry"
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
1
hedgeCount
1
narrationSentences
169
filterMatches
0
"know"
hedgeMatches
0
"tend to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
226
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
74
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
2440
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
26
wordCount
1524
uniqueNames
9
maxNameDensity
0.52
worstName
"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity
1
worstWindowName
"Ptolemy"
discoveredNames
Ptolemy
6
Eva
6
Lucien
8
You
1
Straight
1
Water
1
Marseille
1
London
1
Tuesday
1
persons
0
"Ptolemy"
1
"Eva"
2
"Lucien"
3
"You"
4
"Water"
places
0
"Marseille"
1
"London"
globalScore
1
windowScore
1
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
108
glossingSentenceCount
1
matches
0
"sounded like the taste of cinnamon and met"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
0
per1kWords
0
wordCount
2440
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
3
totalSentences
226
matches
0
"been that way"
1
"hated that he"
2
"knew that trick"
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
96
mean
25.42
std
22.29
cv
0.877
sampleLengths
0
12
1
57
2
2
3
8
4
14
5
9
6
14
7
42
8
14
9
26
10
32
11
52
12
7
13
59
14
10
15
66
16
14
17
69
18
81
19
19
20
61
21
28
22
28
23
30
24
50
25
25
26
6
27
50
28
64
29
7
30
18
31
57
32
34
33
28
34
45
35
7
36
5
37
12
38
10
39
97
40
5
41
4
42
12
43
26
44
13
45
47
46
20
47
11
48
1
49
40
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
0
totalSentences
169
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
1
totalVerbs
286
matches
0
"was not wanting"
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
226
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1527
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
26
adverbRatio
0.017026850032743943
lyAdverbCount
3
lyAdverbRatio
0.0019646365422396855
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
226
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
226
mean
10.8
std
8.5
cv
0.787
sampleLengths
0
12
1
22
2
16
3
11
4
8
5
2
6
8
7
14
8
9
9
10
10
4
11
24
12
18
13
9
14
5
15
17
16
9
17
3
18
9
19
6
20
14
21
9
22
19
23
5
24
8
25
8
26
3
27
4
28
3
29
7
30
17
31
17
32
7
33
11
34
6
35
4
36
7
37
11
38
13
39
11
40
24
41
10
42
4
43
16
44
12
45
9
46
4
47
11
48
3
49
14
56.78%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
25
diversityRatio
0.40707964601769914
totalSentences
226
uniqueOpeners
92
0.00%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
0
totalSentences
137
matches
(empty)
ratio
0
0.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
76
totalSentences
137
matches
0
"His suit carried a cut"
1
"He smiled the way people"
2
"He tilted his head, studied"
3
"I kept my weight against"
4
"I pushed the door out"
5
"He did not dress pleas"
6
"He presented them as a"
7
"I looked past his shoulder"
8
"His breath smoked like frost"
9
"he said, softer"
10
"I undid the chain and"
11
"He moved like a gentleman"
12
"I told the cat"
13
"He closed the door, slid"
14
"He had an old habit"
15
"It scraped my nerves and"
16
"He set his cane by"
17
"He took off his jacket"
18
"He had wrapped it himself"
19
"It still looked angry."
ratio
0.555
7.45%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
124
totalSentences
137
matches
0
"The ivory handle wedged the"
1
"Lucien leaned on the cane"
2
"His suit carried a cut"
3
"He smiled the way people"
4
"He tilted his head, studied"
5
"I kept my weight against"
6
"Ptolemy, Eva's fat tabby, materialised"
7
"I pushed the door out"
8
"He did not dress pleas"
9
"He presented them as a"
10
"I looked past his shoulder"
11
"The narrow landing sat still,"
12
"His breath smoked like frost"
13
"he said, softer"
14
"I undid the chain and"
15
"He moved like a gentleman"
16
"Blood had dried at the"
17
"The cane clicked on Eva's"
18
"Ptolemy held his ground, fur"
19
"I told the cat"
ratio
0.905
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
0
totalSentences
137
matches
(empty)
ratio
0
81.28%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
58
technicalSentenceCount
5
matches
0
"He moved like a gentleman entering a drawing room, which made the cut on his side stranger."
1
"The cat followed Lucien, still grumbling, as if to count how many sins would be sitting at dinner."
2
"Or when you kept them at your threshold, asking for water while bleeding on your rug."
3
"Demon blood hears through glass as if it were water."
4
"His shoulders settled as if his bones, at last, had found work old and honest."
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
49
uselessAdditionCount
1
matches
0
"he said, softer"
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
36
fancyCount
2
fancyTags
0
"he added (add)"
1
"it sang (sing)"
dialogueSentences
106
tagDensity
0.34
leniency
0.679
rawRatio
0.056
effectiveRatio
0.038
83.2968%