Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTX90TSFD0RW5MD2K17QCGG

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Duration:
1m 59s
Cost:
$0.302505

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System
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 whisky burned less than the recognition in her eyes. "Rory?" The voice came from behind, uncertain but achingly familiar. Aurora's fingers tightened around her glass. Three years of careful distance, undone by a Tuesday night and bad timing. She turned slowly, already knowing who she'd find. "Hello, Marcus." He looked exactly the same. Same crooked smile, same way of standing with his weight on his left foot, same habit of pushing his glasses up when nervous. The familiarity hurt more than change would have. "Christ, it really is you." He moved closer, stopping just outside arm's reach. "I thought I was seeing things." "Small world." "Smaller city." His laugh came out forced. "What are you doing in London?" The question hung between them like smoke. What was she doing? Running. Hiding. Serving spring rolls to drunk bankers and pretending the law degree collecting dust in Cardiff meant nothing. "Living." "Right. Of course." He gestured at the empty stool beside her. "Mind if I..." She should say yes. Should finish her drink and leave. Should protect the careful life she'd built above this bar, away from everyone who knew Aurora Carter the almost-lawyer, the straight-A student, the girl who had her whole future mapped out in color-coded planners. "Go ahead." Marcus settled onto the stool, signaling the bartender. Not Silas tonight, thankfully. Just Terry, who wouldn't ask questions later. "Gin and tonic," Marcus ordered, then glanced at her nearly empty glass. "And another for..." "Just Rory." His eyebrows rose slightly. "Since when?" Since everything fell apart. Since Evan. Since she learned that all the planning in the world couldn't protect you from someone who knew exactly which bones were easiest to break. "People change." "Do they?" He accepted his drink, studying her over the rim. "You look different." "It's been three years." "Your hair's shorter." "Easier to manage." "And you're..." He paused, choosing words carefully. "Thinner." Hungrier, she didn't say. Harder. Hollowed out and rebuilt with cheaper materials. "London does that." They drank in silence. Around them, the Raven's Nest hummed with Tuesday night business. Suits loosening ties, artists arguing over tabs, the eternal dance of people pretending they weren't desperate for connection. "I tried calling," Marcus said finally. "After you left Cardiff." "I know." "Sixty-three times." "You counted?" "My phone did." He smiled sadly. "Modern technology. Makes it harder to let people disappear." Unless you threw your phone in the Thames. Unless you changed your name on everything that didn't legally require the real one. Unless you became someone else entirely, someone who delivered Chinese food and lived above a bar and never, ever thought about the life she'd abandoned. "I needed space." "From everyone? Even Eva worried, and you know how she is about giving people room." Aurora's chest tightened. Eva had done more than worry. Eva had saved her, pulled her out of Cardiff with efficiency that suggested she'd been waiting for the call. But Marcus didn't need to know that. Marcus, who'd shared study groups and coffee runs and a thousand small moments that belonged to a different person entirely. "How is everyone?" The question tasted like surrender. "Same, mostly. David's at Clifford Chance now. Preliminary litigation. Sarah married that banker, the one with the boat. They've got twins." He paused. "Your father's been promoted. Queen's Counsel. Your mum mentions it every time I see her at Tesco." Of course she did. Jennifer Carter had spent twenty-five years crafting the perfect daughter. Law degree, good marriage, respectable career. The kind of life you could discuss at church without shame. "Good for them." "They miss you." "They miss who they thought I was." Marcus set down his glass harder than necessary. "That's not fair." "Fair?" The laugh escaped before she could stop it. "When has anything been fair?" "Rory..." "Don't." She drained her whisky, welcoming the burn. "Just don't." But he was already leaning closer, voice dropping. "What happened? Really happened? One day you're cramming for Property Law, planning that internship at Pemberton's. Next day you're gone. No explanation, no forwarding address. Nothing." The scar on her wrist ached. Phantom pain from a phantom life. "I failed." "Bullshit. You never failed anything." "First time for everything." "Was it Evan?" The name landed like a slap. "Because after you left, he started telling people..." "What?" Her voice came out sharper than intended. "What did he say?" Marcus pulled back slightly. "Nothing worth repeating." But she could imagine. Evan had always been good with words. Probably spun a story about her breakdown, her instability. The pressure finally cracking perfect Aurora Carter. Leaving out the parts about locked doors and apologies that came with flowers and promises that meant nothing when the bruises were still fresh. "Let me guess. Poor Evan, abandoned by his unstable girlfriend. How tragic for him." "Nobody believed it. Not really." "Of course they did. It's a better story than the truth." "Which is?" She stood abruptly, fumbling for her wallet. Marcus caught her wrist, gentle but firm. His fingers brushed the scar she'd learned to hide with foundation and careful positioning. "Rory. Please." The contact burned worse than whisky. She jerked away, throwing bills on the bar. "I have to go." "Where?" He stood too, desperation creeping into his voice. "Where do you go now?" Upstairs. Twelve steps up to a flat that smelled like cooking oil and other people's lives. A mattress on the floor and a hot plate and Freedom, the kind that came with a price tag she paid in small deaths every day. "Away." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one you're getting." She made it three steps before his words stopped her. "He came looking for you." Ice in her veins. In her lungs. In every cell that remembered what Evan's love felt like when it came with closed fists. "When?" "Six months after you left. Showed up at the library, asking questions. Security had to escort him out." Marcus moved closer, voice soft. "He scared people, Rory. Scared me." Her hands had started shaking. Muscle memory. "But he stopped looking?" "As far as I know." His reflection caught in the mirror behind the bar, fracturing across bottles. "Is that why you ran?" Yes. No. Both true and neither complete. She'd run because staying meant dying in increments. Because Evan knew exactly how much violence could hide behind a respectable smile. Because Aurora Carter believed in justice and law and systems that protected people, right until the moment she learned better. "I ran because I wanted to." "Nobody wants to throw away their entire life." "You'd be surprised." Terry appeared, collecting glasses with practiced indifference. The bar had started to empty, leaving them exposed in the growing quiet. "I should go," she said again. "Wait." Marcus dug in his pocket, producing a business card. Crisp white, professional font. Everything she should have been. "I'm at Fuller & Associates now. Corporate law. Boring as hell, but it pays." "Good for you." "Take it." He pressed the card into her hand. "You don't have to call. just... keep it. In case." In case what? In case she decided to resurrect a dead girl? In case she wanted to pretend the last three years were just a bad dream? But she took it. Slipped it into her pocket where it would live until she found the strength to throw it away. "It was good seeing you," he said. "Liar." "No." He smiled, sad and real. "It wasn't good. It was horrible. You look like a ghost, and I hate that I don't know why. But I'm still glad." The honesty knocked something loose in her chest. For a moment, she almost told him. Almost explained about the first time Evan's mask slipped. About learning to read violence in the set of shoulders, the tone of voice. About Eva's midnight rescue and Silas's offer of a different kind of life. Instead, she said, "Take care of yourself, Marcus." "That's supposed to be my line." "Not anymore." She left him there, surrounded by empty glasses and might-have-beens. The stairs to her flat stretched above, each step a small victory over the girl who would have stayed to explain, to apologize, to make everyone comfortable with her choices. Halfway up, she paused. Through the thin walls, she could hear the bar's music, muffled but recognizable. The same playlist Silas had been rotating for months. She'd learned to time her life to it, knowing when to leave for deliveries, when to expect the evening rush. Her pocket buzzed. A text from Yu-Fei: "Tomorrow, 6 AM sharp. Big order for law firm in Canary Wharf. Don't be late." The irony wasn't lost on her. Tomorrow she'd deliver overpriced dim sum to lawyers who might have been her colleagues in another life. She'd smile and accept tips and pretend she didn't understand when they spoke about cases in the elevator. She pulled out Marcus's card, studying it in the dim stairwell light. Fuller & Associates. Respectable address. The kind of place that did background checks and expected explanations for three-year gaps. The bathroom door stood open at the landing. In the harsh fluorescent light, she caught her reflection and understood what Marcus had seen. Hollow cheeks where there used to be softness. Eyes that had learned to assess exits before entering rooms. The kind of thin that came from choosing between groceries and keeping the lights on. But alive. Gloriously, defiantly alive. She tore the card in half, then quarters, then smaller still. Let the pieces fall like snow into the bin. Maybe Marcus would understand. Maybe he'd think her cruel. Maybe the truth was simpler: some bridges burned themselves, and the woman who'd risen from those ashes had no interest in rebuilding. Her flat door stuck, requiring the practiced lift-and-shove she'd perfected. Inside, everything waited exactly as she'd left it. Salvation Army furniture and clearance kitchenware. A life built from remnants, but built by her own hands. From the window, she could see the street below. Watch for men who looked too long, walked too slowly. Old habits. Necessary ones. There were no missed calls on her burner phone. No messages. Just Yu-Fei's schedule and the promise of tomorrow's wages. Enough for food and maybe a new pair of shoes. The trainers she wore for deliveries were starting to split. She kicked them off, settled onto her mattress, and stared at the water stain on the ceiling that looked like a map of somewhere better. Twelve pounds an hour, cash only. A name that wasn't hers and a past she'd murdered. Marcus would go home to his real flat with its proper bed and matching dishes. He'd tell someone about seeing her, voice heavy with concern. Poor Aurora. What happened to her? But Rory would wake at dawn. Would strap takeaway bags to her bicycle and pedal through London's morning chaos. Would collect her wages and count them carefully, each note a small rebellion against the life she was supposed to want. The bar's music finally died below. Silas would be closing up, wiping down surfaces with the methodical care of someone who understood that clean slates were earned, not given. He'd never asked why she'd shown up that night two years ago, soaked from rain and carrying everything she owned in a sports bag. Just offered her the flat and a chance to disappear properly. Her wrist ached again. She rubbed it absently, feeling the raised line of scar tissue. Her secret history, written in a language only she could read. Tomorrow she'd deliver food to law firms. Would smile at security guards who didn't see her as a threat. Would pretend the bitter irony didn't taste like ash. But tonight, she'd won. Had faced her past and walked away intact. Had chosen Rory over Aurora once again. The city hummed beyond her window, eight million souls writing their own stories of survival. She closed her eyes and let London sing her to sleep, a lullaby of sirens and possibility and the beautiful terror of being unknown. Downstairs, a door slammed. Silas heading home to whatever life existed beyond the bar. By morning, he'd be back, and she'd grab coffee before her shift, and neither would mention the expensive whisky she couldn't afford or the way her hands had shaken. That was the deal. The covenant of the disappeared. Marcus's torn business card lay in the bin like confetti from a party she'd never attend. By morning, the cleaners would empty it. By next week, he'd stop wondering if she'd call. By next year, tonight would be just another story about the one who got away. But Aurora Carter was already gone, had been for three years. And Rory had deliveries to make.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
65.17% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags24
adverbTagCount6
adverbTags
0"Marcus said finally [finally]"
1"He smiled sadly [sadly]"
2"The question tasted like [like]"
3"The name landed like [like]"
4"He stood too [too]"
5"she said again [again]"
dialogueSentences89
tagDensity0.27
leniency0.539
rawRatio0.25
effectiveRatio0.135
76.62% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2139
totalAiIsmAdverbs10
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count2
1
adverb"really"
count3
2
adverb"slightly"
count2
3
adverb"carefully"
count2
4
adverb"sadly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
1"really"
2"slightly"
3"carefully"
4"sadly"
60.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0"Blackwood"
found
0"Marcus"
1"Sarah"
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
78.96% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2139
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"familiar"
count1
1
word"weight"
count1
2
word"coded"
count1
3
word"silence"
count1
4
word"dance"
count1
5
word"perfect"
count2
6
word"comfortable"
count1
7
word"methodical"
count1
highlights
0"familiar"
1"weight"
2"coded"
3"silence"
4"dance"
5"perfect"
6"comfortable"
7"methodical"
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
narrationSentences184
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences184
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"started to"
1"happened to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences248
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen37
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2127
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions18
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions74
wordCount1688
uniqueNames25
maxNameDensity0.89
worstName"Marcus"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Marcus"
discoveredNames
Aurora8
Tuesday2
Cardiff2
Carter5
Silas5
Terry2
Evan5
Hungrier1
Raven1
Nest1
Unless3
Thames1
Chinese1
Marcus15
Upstairs1
Freedom1
Crisp1
Eva3
Yu-Fei2
Associates1
Army1
Rory3
London2
Since3
Would4
persons
0"Aurora"
1"Carter"
2"Silas"
3"Terry"
4"Evan"
5"Raven"
6"Nest"
7"Marcus"
8"Eva"
9"Rory"
10"Would"
places
0"Cardiff"
1"Thames"
2"Yu-Fei"
3"London"
globalScore1
windowScore0.833
90.48% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences126
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"smelled like cooking oil and other people'"
1"felt like when it came with closed fist"
2"looked like a map of somewhere better"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2127
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences248
matches
0"learned that all"
1"up that night"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs118
mean18.03
std15.71
cv0.871
sampleLengths
010
110
227
32
436
519
62
713
830
91
1014
1144
122
1319
1415
152
166
1730
182
1914
204
213
223
238
2412
253
2632
2710
282
292
302
3115
3247
333
3415
3555
368
3740
3831
393
403
417
4211
4314
441
4510
4634
4712
482
495
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences184
matches
0"was supposed"
1"were earned"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs307
matches
0"were starting"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences248
ratio0
matches(empty)
89.86% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1699
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"Crisp white, professional font."
adverbCount76
adverbRatio0.04473219540906415
lyAdverbCount28
lyAdverbRatio0.0164802825191289
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences248
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences248
mean8.58
std6.41
cv0.747
sampleLengths
010
110
26
313
48
52
65
723
88
913
106
112
127
136
147
154
161
171
1817
191
2011
213
224
236
2434
252
268
274
287
2912
303
312
324
332
344
352
3624
372
3811
393
404
413
423
437
441
454
461
477
483
494
70.30% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats24
diversityRatio0.4798387096774194
totalSentences248
uniqueOpeners119
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount11
totalSentences168
matches
0"Just Terry, who wouldn't ask"
1"Of course she did."
2"Probably spun a story about"
3"Almost explained about the first"
4"Instead, she said,"
5"Gloriously, defiantly alive."
6"Maybe Marcus would understand."
7"Maybe he'd think her cruel."
8"Maybe the truth was simpler:"
9"Just Yu-Fei's schedule and the"
10"Just offered her the flat"
ratio0.065
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount38
totalSentences168
matches
0"She turned slowly, already knowing"
1"He looked exactly the same."
2"He moved closer, stopping just"
3"His laugh came out forced"
4"He gestured at the empty"
5"She should say yes."
6"His eyebrows rose slightly."
7"He accepted his drink, studying"
8"He paused, choosing words carefully"
9"They drank in silence."
10"He smiled sadly"
11"She drained her whisky, welcoming"
12"Her voice came out sharper"
13"She stood abruptly, fumbling for"
14"His fingers brushed the scar"
15"She jerked away, throwing bills"
16"He stood too, desperation creeping"
17"She made it three steps"
18"Her hands had started shaking."
19"His reflection caught in the"
ratio0.226
100.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount97
totalSentences168
matches
0"The whisky burned less than"
1"The voice came from behind,"
2"Aurora's fingers tightened around her"
3"She turned slowly, already knowing"
4"He looked exactly the same."
5"The familiarity hurt more than"
6"He moved closer, stopping just"
7"His laugh came out forced"
8"The question hung between them"
9"He gestured at the empty"
10"She should say yes."
11"Marcus settled onto the stool,"
12"Marcus ordered, then glanced at"
13"His eyebrows rose slightly."
14"He accepted his drink, studying"
15"He paused, choosing words carefully"
16"They drank in silence."
17"Suits loosening ties, artists arguing"
18"Marcus said finally"
19"He smiled sadly"
ratio0.577
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount5
totalSentences168
matches
0"Because Evan knew exactly how"
1"Because Aurora Carter believed in"
2"In case what?"
3"In case she decided to"
4"In case she wanted to"
ratio0.03
76.92% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences65
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"Should protect the careful life she'd built above this bar, away from everyone who knew Aurora Carter the almost-lawyer, the straight-A student, the girl who ha…"
1"Leaving out the parts about locked doors and apologies that came with flowers and promises that meant nothing when the bruises were still fresh."
2"The stairs to her flat stretched above, each step a small victory over the girl who would have stayed to explain, to apologize, to make everyone comfortable wit…"
3"The kind of place that did background checks and expected explanations for three-year gaps."
4"Maybe the truth was simpler: some bridges burned themselves, and the woman who'd risen from those ashes had no interest in rebuilding."
5"Silas would be closing up, wiping down surfaces with the methodical care of someone who understood that clean slates were earned, not given."
83.33% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags24
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"He stood too, desperation creeping into his voice"
1"Marcus moved, voice soft"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags6
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"Marcus ordered (order)"
1"He pressed (press)"
dialogueSentences89
tagDensity0.067
leniency0.135
rawRatio0.333
effectiveRatio0.045
92.4992%