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Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTX9VF3N1MZRACETA7DS4XZ
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Model:
GPT-5.1
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Literary fiction: old friends reunite
Duration:
2m 25s
Cost:
$0.048854
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
91.95%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
71.81%
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)
0.00%
Name drop frequency
(details)
56.25%
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)
94.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
52.73%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
0.00%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
2.55%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
53.19%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
84.0827%
Overall
Model input
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>
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"You still watered the whisky, then?"
Silas looked up from the
till, hand still on the drawer.
The note half folded between
his fingers slipped back among the fivers. For a second the man at the bar stayed a shape against the backlight of the spirit shelf. Dark coat, wrong posture,
familiar
tilt of the head.
Memory needed that second to
catch up. "Tom." "Well, at least your eyes still work."
The man smiled without showing
teeth. "Thought retirement might have dulled them."
Silas did not move from
behind the counter.
He had wiped that same
strip of wood ten minutes ago but his hand still reached for the cloth, habit taking the lead while his mind stalled. "Last I heard," Silas said, "you were dead."
Tom Hale slid onto a
stool.
He lowered himself carefully, like
an old man with bad hips, although he could not yet have hit fifty.
The coat hung loose on
him.
The last time Silas had
seen this man, he had been broad shouldered, all easy muscle and cocky strides across cobbled Prague streets. "News from Prague never did travel well," Tom said. "Mind giving me something that is not watered horse piss this time?" "You drank it fine back then." "Back then I could drink petrol."
Silas reached for a bottle
on the upper shelf. He chose a decent Speyside, something he did not usually waste on walk-ins.
His fingers brushed the cold
glass neck, steady despite the ache that had started behind his eyes. "Rory,"
he called, not taking his
gaze off Tom. "Cover the floor for a bit."
A head popped out from
the narrow doorway that led to the kitchen. Straight black fringe, flour dust on her forearm, the strap of a delivery bag across one shoulder. "You want me to
charm
your regulars or just stop them nicking things?"
Aurora Carter asked
. "Keep the peace," Silas said. "Same thing, with you lot."
She vanished again, footsteps light
as she cut across the bar floor.
Her trainers squeaked on the
worn boards.
Tom watched her with a
faint curl of interest at his lip. "New hire?" "Lodger," Silas said. "Part time nuisance." "Lively." "She delivers food for the place next door." "Always said you collected strays." "Always said you were one."
Tom's eyes, pale grey and
bloodshot at the rims, came back to Silas. "Not a stray."
His fingers toyed with the
heavy silver ring on his right hand, something Silas did not remember. "A ghost." Silas poured the whisky, neat, then pushed the glass across. Tom's hand closed round it and for a heartbeat Silas saw the tremor in the knuckles. "You want to take this in the back," Silas said, "or perform for the punters?" Tom sipped, closed his eyes, let the burn settle. "Still have your little reading room, do you?" he said. "Bookshelves and secrets. Old habits cling." "Not old," Silas said. "Useful." Tom studied him over the rim of the glass. "Lead on, then, Spymaster." The word clipped the air.
It had sounded like a
joke when Tom had first used it, twenty-odd years ago in a safe house filled with stale cigarettes and the cheap wood of Bulgarian furniture.
Now it looked wrong in
his mouth, like a borrowed coat. Silas
flicked
his gaze at Aurora as he came out from behind the counter. "Keep an eye on table three,"
he said, nodding towards a
group of lads already one round too deep. "And if anyone asks, I stepped out for a smoke." "You quit years ago," Rory said. "Then I am lying." "Must be Tuesday."
She smirked without affection, then
turned away to clear a table, ponytail swinging. The corridor to the back room narrowed, walls closing in around the high shelves stuffed with old reference books and the odd bit of decor masquerading as history. Silas walked with his usual
measured
pace, each step a small flare of pain in his left knee.
He had stopped wincing years
ago. Tom followed close, his breath audible.
Not quite short, but shorter than it should have been
. At the end of the corridor the tall bookshelf waited. Silas pressed his hand flat against the frame, fingers finding the worn groove. Wood shifted with a muted click. The shelf swung inward to reveal the hidden room beyond.
They stepped into the narrow
space. The air held the bitter trace of burnt coffee and the stale tang of sealed rooms. Maps pinned to cork boards overlaps of cities that never slept, photographs edged in curling brown, a table scarred by rings of cups and the occasional knife. Silas shut the shelf. The
familiar
soft thud isolated them from the bar's low hum. Tom stood in the middle of the room and turned full circle, taking it in. "You redecorated," he said. "New stains." "Same ghosts," Silas said. "You always had taste." "You never had any." Tom laughed once. The sound came out brittle and broke in the middle. Silas took the chair by the table.
He did not offer Tom
the other one, not immediately. Tom sat anyway. Silas studied him without hiding it. The thick auburn hair had thinned and gone patchy at the temples, streaks of grey slicing through. Lines around the mouth that drink did not usually carve. The expensive black shirt sat wrong, the collarbone too sharp above the first button. "You look like a man who made bad bargains," Silas said. Tom's hand closed over his glass. "You look like a man who kept his," Tom said. "Bar in Soho. Leg in one piece. Still breathing." "A matter of opinion." Tom's gaze dropped to Silas's left knee. "How does it treat you?" he asked. "Like an old wife," Silas said. "Reminds me every morning what I did to deserve it." "Prague." Silas waited.
He let the word sit
in the room, sour as old wine. "You stepped on a roof tile," Tom said. "Cheap local work. It gave way. You fell." "That is the version in the file, yes." "I wrote that file." "I know." Tom's head jerked a fraction, a flinch he could not hide. "You read it?" he said. "I lived it," Silas said. Silence settled for a beat. In the bar beyond the wall a glass clinked, dim through the insulation. Someone laughed, the sound strangled and far away. Tom took another sip and set the glass down
very
carefully
, as if any sudden movement might crack the room. "I came to explain," he said. "You came for something," Silas said. "Explanation is dressing." "You always did cut to the bone." Tom's fingers tapped the table. "You never asked, you notice that? Twenty years, nothing. No call, no one sent to sniff. You buried me with the others." "You made your choice." Silas leaned back. The chair creaked under his
weight
. "Forward or backward, Tom. You ran forward. I fell backward. The arithmetic did not leave much room." "I did not run." "No?" Tom stared at the map on the wall. Prague in tight lines and small letters, routes marked in faded red pencil. The Vltava a pale grey ribbon. "I got pulled," Tom said. "Higher orders." "Always higher orders. They must have been crowded up there." "They burned the op," Tom said. "You know that now." "I worked it out." "They told me thirty seconds before your entry," Tom said. "Extraction rerouted, local asset compromised, target pulled. They wanted you off the roof." Silas said nothing. "I argued," Tom said. "They told me to stand down, sit on my hands, keep my mouth shut. They reminded me my salary came from someone who did not like disobedience." "You were good at obedience," Silas said. "They had your radio scrambled." "I know." "They fed you ghost chatter, old codes, nonsense." "I know that too." "Then how did you not know they burned you on purpose?" Tom looked at him now, and the tremor in his hand had spread to his jaw. "You think a tile broke. That was a hell of a tile, Silas." Silas watched his old friend shake and knew, with a dull drop in his gut, that this was not theatre. "Say it," he said. Tom swallowed. The muscles in his neck tightened like rope. "I called the code," he said. "I gave the all clear." A noise left Silas,
something between a breath and a laugh
. "They would have gone around you if you had not," he said. "They always had three doors." "I stayed in the room," Tom said. "I sat at that cheap little desk with the crappy Czech paint flaking off it and I repeated the code exactly as they told me. Then I waited for someone to scream at me across a radio that you had fallen off a roof. Which you did." Silas could still recall the jolt, the empty air, the white heat through his knee when stone met bone. The way the whole operation had
shattered
like glass in dirty water. "You think I have not spent every night since hearing you hit that terrace?" Tom's voice rose then broke again. "I hear it when I close my eyes. I hear it when I try to sleep. I hear it when I drink too much and pass out in some hotel in Brussels or Riyadh or whichever godforsaken place I wash up in. They ordered it, Silas, but I did it. I did it with my own voice and my own clear conscience and then I cashed the pay-cheque." "You are twenty years late," Silas said. "So you knew." "I knew someone sat in a room far from Prague and decided a leg was a small price. Mine, not theirs. I guessed several names. You were on the list." "And you did nothing." "What did you expect me to do, write a stern letter?" "You could have hunted me down." "I opened a bar." "Bullshit." Silas leaned forward and placed his hands flat on the table. "You want a confession," he said. "Fine. For a decade I dreamed of putting you where you put me. On the edge of something high, no railing. I wanted to see if your eyes did that thing they did when you lied. Little twitch in the left one. Useless tick for a spy. I wanted to watch you drop." Tom's hand lifted to his left eye, fingers brushing the skin as if surprised to find it still there. "What changed?" he asked. "I got old," Silas said. "My knee reminded me every morning I had already paid once. I watched younger men and women go do the things we did. They thought they were clever. Untouchable. I saw how they came back, or did not. There is a point past which vengeance becomes a childish pastime. I had passed it." Tom smiled, slow and thin. "Look at you," he said. "Wise old crow." "Greying drunk," Silas said. "You are not drunk." "I own the bar, I cannot afford to be." Tom's shoulders dropped, the fight leaking out of him. "I came because time caught up with me," he said. "They cleared a lot of old files this year. Swept cupboards. The Prague folder was on the list." Silas waited. "They gave it to me to shred," Tom said. "Tidy, right? One last courtesy. I opened it instead." "And cried over my medical report." "I saw your signature on the debrief. Saw the neat little line where you said, 'Operational risk accepted as part of duty.' I always admired your prose." "That was not my line," Silas said. "That was someone in a suit in London, writing over me." "I saw my own signature on the authorisation to proceed with altered
parameters
," Tom said. "Looked odd, the ink all faded like that. I realised my hand did not shake when I wrote it." "It does now." "They promoted me for Prague," Tom said. "Did you know that? Gave me a bump, a pat, more access. I moved up. Quiet offices, sharp suits. New ring."
He wiggled the metal on
his finger. "Kept moving while you learned the joys of mop buckets and cheap drunks." "Sometimes the drunks are not cheap." "I watched younger officers follow the same pattern. Compromise here, blind eye there, spine filed down in careful stages. I told myself it was the job, the way the world spun. Then I saw my name on that order and something in my head finally stopped cooperating." "Conscience," Silas said. "Indigestion." "Still dramatic." Tom leaned back, chair legs scraping against the floor. "So here I am," he said. "Lapsed functionary, runaway dog. Thought I should say sorry before they decide I am inconvenient
weight
." "They are thinking about it?" "They have been since I did not shred the folder." "You left it lying around?" "I put it in my coat and walked out of the building." "You always had a flair for exits," Silas said. Tom gave him a look that might have been
affection
, once. "I did not come for your absolution," he said. "Too much to ask. I came for help." "There it is." "I know who signed the original burn order," Tom said. "Not the cut-out in London. The actual hand. The one that wrote your leg off like stationery." "That mess, Tom, is ancient." "Ancient messes leak into present day," Tom said. "He moved sideways into private work. Consultancy. Crisis management. Every dirty little proxy war in the last decade, his fingerprints. And now he has eyes on your bar." Silas sat
very
still. "On my bar," he repeated. "You think you opened some cosy little pub and the world let you retire," Tom said. "You still run a network, Silas. Contacts, favour banks, people who owe you. He wants that. He wants the nest. And he does not share." "People always want things," Silas said. "They sent feelers," Tom said. "Quiet approaches to your suppliers, your landlord. They sniffed around the Golden Empress next door. He knows about the girl." Silas's jaw tightened. "Aurora," he said. "Bright blue eyes, black hair, quick with a retort," Tom said. "Cardiff accent softened by London. Scar on her wrist. Cute." Silas's hand closed on the edge of the table. "What do they want with her?" he said. Tom held his gaze, and for the first time since he had walked into the bar his expression emptied of humour. "They
traced
some of your side errands," Tom said. "People you helped disappear. One of them links back to her. Old case. Ugly one. He thinks she is leverage. Or bait." Silas pushed back his chair. The wood screeched against the floor, sharp as a shout. "In my house," he said. "They sent their attention into my house." Tom nodded once. "They are not just watching," he said. "They are inside."
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
64
adverbTagCount
1
adverbTags
0
"Silas leaned back [back]"
dialogueSentences
157
tagDensity
0.408
leniency
0.815
rawRatio
0.016
effectiveRatio
0.013
91.95%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2483
totalAiIsmAdverbs
4
found
0
adverb
"carefully"
count
2
1
adverb
"very"
count
2
highlights
0
"carefully"
1
"very"
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)
71.81%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2483
totalAiIsms
14
found
0
word
"familiar"
count
2
1
word
"charm"
count
1
2
word
"footsteps"
count
1
3
word
"flicked"
count
1
4
word
"affection"
count
2
5
word
"measured"
count
1
6
word
"silence"
count
1
7
word
"weight"
count
2
8
word
"shattered"
count
1
9
word
"parameters"
count
1
10
word
"traced"
count
1
highlights
0
"familiar"
1
"charm"
2
"footsteps"
3
"flicked"
4
"affection"
5
"measured"
6
"silence"
7
"weight"
8
"shattered"
9
"parameters"
10
"traced"
100.00%
Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches
0
maxInWindow
0
found
(empty)
highlights
(empty)
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells
0
narrationSentences
152
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
0
hedgeCount
0
narrationSentences
152
filterMatches
(empty)
hedgeMatches
(empty)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
244
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
69
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
2479
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
74
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
0.00%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
102
wordCount
1149
uniqueNames
11
maxNameDensity
4
worstName
"Tom"
maxWindowNameDensity
8.5
worstWindowName
"Tom"
discoveredNames
Silas
45
Tom
46
Hale
1
Prague
2
Speyside
1
Carter
1
Bulgarian
1
Aurora
2
Rory
1
Silence
1
Vltava
1
persons
0
"Silas"
1
"Tom"
2
"Hale"
3
"Carter"
4
"Aurora"
5
"Rory"
6
"Silence"
places
0
"Prague"
globalScore
0
windowScore
0
56.25%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
80
glossingSentenceCount
3
matches
0
"sounded like a joke when Tom had first use"
1
"Not quite short, but shorter than it should have been"
2
"something between a breath and a laugh"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
1
per1kWords
0.403
wordCount
2479
matches
0
"Not quite short, but shorter than it should have been"
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
0
totalSentences
244
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
163
mean
15.21
std
14.67
cv
0.964
sampleLengths
0
6
1
23
2
34
3
1
4
19
5
35
6
8
7
54
8
21
9
6
10
6
11
39
12
15
13
30
14
16
15
5
16
5
17
19
18
12
19
2
20
6
21
1
22
8
23
5
24
5
25
13
26
22
27
26
28
15
29
9
30
16
31
5
32
9
33
4
34
46
35
14
36
29
37
6
38
4
39
3
40
13
41
52
42
16
43
39
44
49
45
15
46
15
47
6
48
4
49
4
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
0
totalSentences
152
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
219
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
244
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
94.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1151
adjectiveStacks
1
stackExamples
0
"Straight black fringe, flour"
adverbCount
35
adverbRatio
0.030408340573414423
lyAdverbCount
5
lyAdverbRatio
0.004344048653344918
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
244
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
244
mean
10.16
std
8.95
cv
0.881
sampleLengths
0
6
1
11
2
12
3
18
4
9
5
7
6
1
7
13
8
6
9
8
10
27
11
8
12
6
13
19
14
6
15
23
16
9
17
12
18
6
19
6
20
9
21
13
22
17
23
9
24
6
25
13
26
17
27
16
28
5
29
5
30
12
31
7
32
12
33
2
34
3
35
3
36
1
37
8
38
5
39
5
40
13
41
20
42
2
43
10
44
16
45
15
46
9
47
10
48
6
49
4
52.73%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
13
diversityRatio
0.3483606557377049
totalSentences
244
uniqueOpeners
85
0.00%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
0
totalSentences
94
matches
(empty)
ratio
0
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
16
totalSentences
94
matches
0
"He had wiped that same"
1
"He lowered himself carefully, like"
2
"He chose a decent Speyside,"
3
"His fingers brushed the cold"
4
"he called, not taking his"
5
"She vanished again, footsteps light"
6
"Her trainers squeaked on the"
7
"His fingers toyed with the"
8
"It had sounded like a"
9
"he said, nodding towards a"
10
"She smirked without affection, then"
11
"He had stopped wincing years"
12
"They stepped into the narrow"
13
"He did not offer Tom"
14
"He let the word sit"
15
"He wiggled the metal on"
ratio
0.17
2.55%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
86
totalSentences
94
matches
0
"Silas looked up from the"
1
"The note half folded between"
2
"Memory needed that second to"
3
"The man smiled without showing"
4
"Silas did not move from"
5
"He had wiped that same"
6
"Tom Hale slid onto a"
7
"He lowered himself carefully, like"
8
"The coat hung loose on"
9
"The last time Silas had"
10
"Silas reached for a bottle"
11
"He chose a decent Speyside,"
12
"His fingers brushed the cold"
13
"he called, not taking his"
14
"A head popped out from"
15
"Aurora Carter asked"
16
"She vanished again, footsteps light"
17
"Her trainers squeaked on the"
18
"Tom watched her with a"
19
"Tom's eyes, pale grey and"
ratio
0.915
53.19%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
1
totalSentences
94
matches
0
"Now it looked wrong in"
ratio
0.011
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
48
technicalSentenceCount
1
matches
0
"Tom's hand lifted to his left eye, fingers brushing the skin as if surprised to find it still there."
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
64
uselessAdditionCount
1
matches
0
"he called, not taking his gaze off Tom"
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
58
fancyCount
1
fancyTags
0
"he repeated (repeat)"
dialogueSentences
157
tagDensity
0.369
leniency
0.739
rawRatio
0.017
effectiveRatio
0.013
84.0827%