Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTXBZ234J46NYJ6V3C1T3C7

Run Details

Model:: Z.AI GLM 4.6
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 1m 40s
Cost:: $0.006317
Provider:: DeepInfra

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
83.02%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
19.35%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
34.16%	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)
41.30%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
100.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
76.91%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
100.00%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
56.28%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
94.00%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
39.39%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
39.68%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
96.19%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
25.48%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
11.66%	Technical jargon density	(details)
0.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
59.09%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
72.5507%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert fiction writer.

Always keep the following rules in mind:
- Write in past tense and use General English spelling, grammar, and colloquialisms/slang.
- Write in active voice
- Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle.
- Avoid adverbs and cliches and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions.
- Convey events and story through dialogue.
- Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety.
- Skip "he/she said said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech
- Avoid mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or add unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself.
- Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action.
- Reduce indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe"

When writing text:
- NEVER conclude the scene on your own, follow the beat instructions very closely.
- NEVER end with foreshadowing.
- NEVER write further than what I prompt you with.
- AVOID imagining possible endings, NEVER deviate from the instructions.
- STOP EARLY if the continuation contains what was required in the instructions. You do not need to fill out the full amount of words possible.

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="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Continue the story using the following instructions:
<instructions>
Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.
</instructions>

Model response

The air grew still as they passed the last of the ancient oaks. Three massive stones, carved with runes that hurt the eyes to look at directly, formed a rough triangle in a clearing of unnaturally green grass. Isolde stopped before the gap between two of the monoliths, her silver hair a stark slash against the deepening twilight of the park.

“The boundary,” she stated, her voice soft. “The Veil is thin here. A seam between worlds.”

Rory shifted the weight of the delivery bag she still carried, a habit she couldn’t seem to break. The strap dug into her shoulder. “A seam. You make it sound like a piece of clothing.”

“Everything frays, little mortal. Even reality.” Isolde lifted a hand, and the air between the stones shimmered. It wasn't a heat haze, not exactly. It was a distortion, like looking through water that wasn't there. Colours bled at the edges, and the space seemed to both deepen and flatten at the same time.

Without another word, Isolde stepped through. She didn't vanish or explode into light. She simply… was on the other side. One moment she stood in the Richmond Park clearing, the next she stood in a clearing that was not the same. The grass seemed a shade more vivid, the light a touch warmer.

Nyx flowed forward, their shadowy form collapsing into a thin line of darkness that slipped through the shimmering seam as if it were an open doorway. They reassembled on the other side, their faintly glowing violet eyes the only solid thing about them.

*Come, Aurora. It does not bite.* Their voice was a rustle of leaves, a whisper on the wind.

Rory took a breath. Her hand went to the Heartstone pendant at her throat. The deep crimson gem was cool against her skin, but as her fingers brushed it, a faint, pleasant warmth bloomed from it, pulsing gently. A reassurance. She stepped through the Veil.

The sensation was like walking through a curtain of cool, static-charged air. A pressure built in her ears, then vanished with a soft pop. The world tilted, then settled.

And the world was different.

The first thing she noticed was the silence. The constant, distant hum of London traffic, the cry of gulls, the rustle of other park-goers—it was all gone. The quiet here was a living thing, a heavy blanket woven from the hum of unseen energy and the whisper of leaves that sounded too large, too crisp.

She looked down. Isolde stood a few feet away, her feet on the impossibly green grass, but she left no impression. No footprints, no flattened blades. She simply floated a hair's breadth above the ground.

Rory knelt, her fingers touching the grass. It was soft, thick, and resilient, like velvet. It smelled of damp earth and something else, something like ozone and honey. Wildflowers bloomed in a riot of impossible colours around her—sapphire-blue blossoms that chimed with a faint, glassy tone when a breeze stirred them, and deep violet trumpets that seemed to drink the light.

“The time here is not your time,” Isolde said, her pale lavender eyes scanning the grove. “An hour can be a day. A day, a minute. The sun and moon are but suggestions to this place.”

Rory stood, brushing off her jeans. She looked up. The sky was a dome of soft, pearlescent light, with no discernible source. No sun, no clouds. Just a gentle, all-encompassing glow. The trees were giants, their bark silvered like moonlight, their branches interlocking to form a cathedral ceiling far above.

Nyx drifted towards a cluster of the chiming blue flowers. Their form solidified, a long-fingered hand of shadow reaching out to touch a petal. The flower chimed, a clear C-note, and Nyyx pulled back.

*They sing. Not with sound, but with feeling. A feeling of… deep water.*

“Everything here is a memory,” Isolde said, her voice echoing slightly in the stillness. “A memory of what the world was, before it was carved up by mortals and their iron.”

Rory started walking, her boots sinking silently into the thick turf. The Fae-forged blade at her hip felt colder than usual, a steady, biting chill that seeped through the leather of her belt. She rested her hand on its hilt. The moonsilver metal was almost painfully cold to the touch, and it seemed to hum with a low, resonant frequency that vibrated up her arm. It felt… alert.

They moved deeper into the grove. The path wasn't a path, but a natural meandering through the colossal trees. The air grew warmer, thick with the scent of the honey-ozone flowers. The chimes created an ethereal, dissonant melody that was both beautiful and unsettling.

Rory noticed the Heartstone pendant again. It wasn't just warm now; it was hot, pulsing against her skin in a steady rhythm that matched her own heart. It wasn't the frantic, warning pulse she felt near a Hel portal. This was different. A deep, resonant thrum of welcome. Or recognition.

She paused, unclasping the chain and holding the crimson gem in her palm. It glowed with a faint inner light, casting her hand in a ruddy glow. “It’s reacting. Not like it does to… other things.”

Isolde glanced back, her expression unreadable. “It is a child of Dymas, a place of passion and consumption. This grove is a place of growth and memory. Two sides of a very old coin. It feels a kinship.”

Nyx flowed up the trunk of a silver-barked tree, their form spreading like ink in water across the bark. *The shadows here are old. They have weight. They taste of starlight and forgotten things.*

The unease began to prickle at the edges of Rory’s wonder. This place was beautiful, yes, but it was alien. The scale of it, the strange light, the music of the flowers, the way time seemed to have unspooled—it was all too much. It was a place where a human was a guest, and a temporary one at that. She felt like a speck of dust in a vast, ancient room.

Up ahead, the trees parted, opening into a larger clearing. In its centre stood a single, massive tree, unlike the others. Its bark was the colour of polished bone, and its leaves were a shimmering, translucent gold. A pool of perfectly still, clear water lay at its base, reflecting the pearlescent sky and the golden tree with impossible clarity.

Isolde stopped at the edge of the clearing, her ethereal form seeming to pale even more. “The heart of the grove.”

Rory stepped up beside her, the heat from the pendant now a steady thrum in her hand. The cold from the blade at her hip was a sharp counterpoint. She stared at the tree, at the water, at a place that should not exist, yet did. The wonder was still there, a profound awe that stole her breath, but it was now tangled with a deep, instinctual sense of her own fleeting mortality.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	4
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	11
tagDensity	0.364
leniency	0.727
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

83.02%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

1178

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"gently"
count	1

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

adverb	"very"
count	1

adverb	"perfectly"
count	1

highlights

0	"gently"
1	"slightly"
2	"very"
3	"perfectly"

100.00%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

100.00%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

19.35%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

1178

totalAiIsms

found

word	"stark"
count	1

word	"weight"
count	2

word	"shimmered"
count	1

word	"whisper"
count	2

word	"warmth"
count	1

word	"charged"
count	1

word	"silence"
count	1

word	"velvet"
count	1

word	"scanning"
count	1

word	"echoing"
count	1

word	"chill"
count	1

word	"vibrated"
count	1

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"unreadable"
count	1

word	"profound"
count	1

word	"sense of"
count	1

word	"fleeting"
count	1

highlights

0	"stark"
1	"weight"
2	"shimmered"
3	"whisper"
4	"warmth"
5	"charged"
6	"silence"
7	"velvet"
8	"scanning"
9	"echoing"
10	"chill"
11	"vibrated"
12	"pulse"
13	"unreadable"
14	"profound"
15	"sense of"
16	"fleeting"

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	92
matches	(empty)

34.16%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

"wonder"

hedgeMatches

0	"seem to"
1	"seemed to"
2	"began to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	99
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	35
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans

markdownWords

totalWords

1167

ratio

0.029

matches

0	"Come, Aurora. It does not bite."
1	"They sing. Not with sound, but with feeling. A feeling of… deep water."
2	"The shadows here are old. They have weight. They taste of starlight and forgotten things."

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	3
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

1044

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

0.77

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

1.5

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Rory	8
Isolde	8
Richmond	1
Park	1
Aurora	1
Heartstone	2
Veil	1
London	1
Nyyx	1
Fae-forged	1
Hel	1
Nyx	3

persons

0	"Rory"
1	"Isolde"
2	"Nyyx"
3	"Nyx"

places

0	"Richmond"
1	"Park"
2	"Heartstone"
3	"Veil"
4	"London"
5	"Hel"

globalScore

windowScore

41.30%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"something like ozone and honey"
1	"trumpets that seemed to drink the light"
2	"felt like a speck of dust in a vast, an"

100.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

0.857

wordCount

1167

matches

0	"Not with sound, but with feeling"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	99
matches	(empty)

76.91%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

41.68

std

17.47

0.419

sampleLengths

0	61
1	16
2	35
3	53
4	53
5	43
6	18
7	45
8	29
9	5
10	55
11	35
12	61
13	36
14	50
15	34
16	13
17	31
18	68
19	44
20	50
21	36
22	38
23	34
24	71
25	59
26	21
27	73

100.00%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount	0
totalSentences	92
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount	0
totalVerbs	161
matches	(empty)

56.28%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.03

matches

0	"Wildflowers bloomed in a riot of impossible colours around her—sapphire-blue blossoms that chimed with a faint, glassy tone when a breeze stirred them, and deep violet trumpets that seemed to drink the light."
1	"It wasn't just warm now; it was hot, pulsing against her skin in a steady rhythm that matched her own heart."
2	"The scale of it, the strange light, the music of the flowers, the way time seemed to have unspooled—it was all too much."

94.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount

1055

adjectiveStacks

stackExamples

0	"cool, static-charged air."

adverbCount

adverbRatio

0.034123222748815164

lyAdverbCount

lyAdverbRatio

0.012322274881516588

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	99
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

11.79

std

7.4

0.627

sampleLengths

0	13
1	25
2	23
3	7
4	9
5	18
6	6
7	11
8	17
9	7
10	11
11	18
12	6
13	7
14	2
15	5
16	21
17	12
18	26
19	17
20	2
21	16
22	4
23	10
24	24
25	2
26	5
27	12
28	12
29	5
30	5
31	8
32	19
33	28
34	3
35	18
36	5
37	9
38	7
39	8
40	13
41	33
42	16
43	20
44	6
45	3
46	13
47	4
48	5
49	19

39.39%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	11
diversityRatio	0.30303030303030304
totalSentences	99
uniqueOpeners	30

39.68%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Just a gentle, all-encompassing glow."

ratio

0.012

96.19%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"she stated, her voice soft"
1	"It wasn't a heat haze,"
2	"It was a distortion, like"
3	"She didn't vanish or explode"
4	"They reassembled on the other"
5	"It does not bite.* Their"
6	"Her hand went to the"
7	"She stepped through the Veil."
8	"She looked down."
9	"She simply floated a hair's"
10	"It was soft, thick, and"
11	"It smelled of damp earth"
12	"She looked up."
13	"Their form solidified, a long-fingered"
14	"She rested her hand on"
15	"They moved deeper into the"
16	"It wasn't just warm now;"
17	"It wasn't the frantic, warning"
18	"She paused, unclasping the chain"
19	"It glowed with a faint"

ratio

0.31

25.48%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The air grew still as"
1	"Isolde stopped before the gap"
2	"she stated, her voice soft"
3	"Rory shifted the weight of"
4	"The strap dug into her"
5	"Isolde lifted a hand, and"
6	"It wasn't a heat haze,"
7	"It was a distortion, like"
8	"Colours bled at the edges,"
9	"She didn't vanish or explode"
10	"The grass seemed a shade"
11	"Nyx flowed forward, their shadowy"
12	"They reassembled on the other"
13	"It does not bite.* Their"
14	"Rory took a breath."
15	"Her hand went to the"
16	"The deep crimson gem was"
17	"She stepped through the Veil."
18	"The sensation was like walking"
19	"A pressure built in her"

ratio

0.869

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	84
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

11.66%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Three massive stones, carved with runes that hurt the eyes to look at directly, formed a rough triangle in a clearing of unnaturally green grass."
1	"Nyx flowed forward, their shadowy form collapsing into a thin line of darkness that slipped through the shimmering seam as if it were an open doorway."
2	"The quiet here was a living thing, a heavy blanket woven from the hum of unseen energy and the whisper of leaves that sounded too large, too crisp."
3	"Wildflowers bloomed in a riot of impossible colours around her—sapphire-blue blossoms that chimed with a faint, glassy tone when a breeze stirred them, and deep…"
4	"Rory started walking, her boots sinking silently into the thick turf."
5	"The moonsilver metal was almost painfully cold to the touch, and it seemed to hum with a low, resonant frequency that vibrated up her arm."
6	"The chimes created an ethereal, dissonant melody that was both beautiful and unsettling."
7	"It wasn't just warm now; it was hot, pulsing against her skin in a steady rhythm that matched her own heart."
8	"The wonder was still there, a profound awe that stole her breath, but it was now tangled with a deep, instinctual sense of her own fleeting mortality."

0.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"she stated, her voice soft"
1	"Isolde said, her voice echoing slightly in the stillness"

59.09%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"she stated (state)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.273

leniency

0.545

rawRatio

0.333

effectiveRatio

0.182

72.5507%