Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTXRQ656RX9N2VNM100RW21

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1m 24s
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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Literary Fiction genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4413" name="Silas Blackwood" aliases="Silas, Si, the Spymaster" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Mentor"> <eyeColor>hazel</eyeColor> <hair>grey-streaked auburn</hair> <height>6'1"</height> <age>58</age> <beard>neatly trimmed, matching his grey-streaked auburn hair</beard> <limp>slight limp in his left leg from an old knee injury</limp> <signetRing>silver signet ring, always worn on his right hand</signetRing> <description>Silas is a retired intelligence operative turned bar owner. He carries himself with quiet authority.</description> <backstory>Former MI6 field agent who retired after a botched operation in Prague left him with a permanent knee injury. He opened "The Raven's Nest" bar in Soho as a front for his network of contacts.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the literary fiction genre. Two old friends who haven't seen each other in years run into each other unexpectedly at a bar. One of them has changed significantly. Through their conversation and the tension between who they were and who they've become, reveal the weight of time and unspoken regret. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

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"Rory Carter. Christ, is that really you?" The voice cut through the bar's familiar din like a blade through gauze. Rory's hand froze halfway to the pint glass, foam still settling from where Silas had just placed it on the scarred oak counter. "Depends who's asking." She turned slowly, already knowing what she'd find. The cadence gave him away—that particular lilt where Welsh valleys met London streets. Marcus stood three feet away, but it might as well have been three lifetimes. The last time she'd seen him, they'd been sprawled across her dorm room floor, surrounded by tort law textbooks and empty wine bottles, planning their conquest of Cardiff's legal establishment. Now he filled out a Savile Row suit like he'd been born to it. His hair, once an unruly mess that defied gravity and good sense, lay slicked back with precision that spoke of hundred-pound haircuts. "Bloody hell." His grin hadn't changed, though. Still crooked, still pulling harder to the left. "When did you start drinking in places like this?" The Raven's Nest chose that moment to assert itself—a drunk at the corner table knocked over his chair, setting off a chain reaction of Welsh profanity that would've made their old professors blush. The green neon from the sign outside painted everything in shades of sickness and shadow. "About the same time you started dressing like daddy's money finally came through." The words came out harder than she'd intended. "Though I suppose it always was there, wasn't it? Just waiting." His smile faltered. Good. "Can I..." He gestured at the empty stool beside her. "For old time's sake?" She shrugged. Silas caught her eye from behind the bar, one grey-streaked eyebrow rising in silent question. She gave an imperceptible shake of her head. Not trouble. Not exactly. Marcus ordered a whisky—Macallan 25, because of course he did—and they sat in the kind of silence that only comes from knowing someone too well to pretend otherwise. The mirror behind the bar reflected them both: her in her delivery jacket, grease stain on the sleeve from this afternoon's mishap with Mrs. Chen's spring rolls; him looking like he'd stepped out of a corporate headshot. "I heard about Evan." He swirled the whisky, watching amber catch the light. "That he—" "Don't." The word came out flat, final. "Whatever you heard, whatever you think you know, just don't." "I tried calling. After." "I know." "You never answered." "I know that too." More silence. Around them, the bar carried on its nightly theater. Two construction workers argued about football. A woman in the corner booth nursed what looked like her fifth gin and tonic, mascara creating impressionist art on her cheeks. The ancient radiator clanked its familiar rhythm. "You look good," Marcus said finally. "Different, but good." "Liar." But she smiled despite herself. "You can take the lawyer out of Cardiff, but you can't stop him from perjuring himself in dive bars." "It's not perjury if I believe it." He tapped his temple. "Mens rea, remember? Criminal intent." "We both failed that module." "You failed it. I got a gentleman's C." He paused. "Well, my father got me a gentleman's C. Same difference in the end." There it was. The thing that had always lived between them, unspoken but understood. Marcus Winters, son of Winters & Associates, playing at being a struggling student while Rory worked three jobs to afford textbooks. She'd thought it hadn't mattered then. Young love, she'd told herself, transcended such mundane concerns. Young love was also, it turned out, remarkably stupid. "So what brings you to Soho?" She signaled Silas for another pint. "Slumming it with the working class?" "Client meeting. Hostile takeover of some restaurant chain." He had the grace to look uncomfortable. "The Jade Empire franchise, actually. You probably know it." Rory's hand stilled on her glass. The Jade Empire. Golden Empress's main competitor, the corporate machine that had been slowly strangling every family-run Chinese restaurant in London. She thought of Yu-Fei in her kitchen that morning, worry lines etching deeper as she reviewed the week's receipts. "I might've heard of it." "Look, Rory..." He turned to face her fully, and for a moment she saw the boy who'd once spent an entire night helping her prepare for her constitutional law exam, fueled by nothing but instant coffee and misplaced optimism. "I know how this looks. Me showing up here, dressed like this, working for—" "Like you sold your soul for a corner office and dental coverage?" "Like I grew up." The words hung between them, sharp-edged. "We all can't keep running forever." "Who's running?" She drained half her pint in one go. "I'm exactly where I want to be." "Delivering takeaway?" "Delivering happiness, Marcus. Mrs. Patterson gets her moo shu pork every Tuesday and tells me about her grandchildren. Mr. Ahmed practices his English while I wait for his order. Real people, real lives." She gestured around the bar. "Not numbers on a spreadsheet waiting to be optimized out of existence." "Christ." He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You sound like first-year Rory. All idealism and no sense." "And you sound like your father." The words landed like a slap. Marcus's jaw tightened, and for a second she saw something raw flicker across his face. Then the professional mask slammed back into place. "At least I didn't run away." His voice had gone cold, clipped. Courtroom voice. "At least when things got hard, I didn't just vanish in the middle of the night without so much as a—" "You have no idea what you're talking about." "Don't I? One day you're there, we're planning our future, talking about that flat in Canton—the one with the terrible plumbing but perfect view. Next day, gone. No note, no explanation. Just empty space where you used to be." The radiator clanked again. Someone fed coins into the ancient jukebox, and Dusty Springfield's voice drifted over the bar, singing about wishing and hoping. Rory had always hated that song. "I did what I had to do." "For Evan?" The name came out twisted, bitter. "You left everything—left me—for him?" "I left because—" She stopped. Because explaining would mean admitting things she'd buried deeper than any Welsh coal mine. The bruises that makeup couldn't quite cover. The excuses that got harder to sell. The night Evan had grabbed her wrist hard enough to leave marks, and she'd seen her future written in the pattern of his fingers. "Because you're a coward." Marcus finished his whisky in one burning swallow. "Always were, really. First sign of something real, something that might actually matter, and you bolt." "Says the man who's made a career out of destroying everything real." She stood, pound coins clattering on the bar for her drinks. "Tell me, Marcus, when you're drawing up contracts to gut another family business, do you sleep well? Or do you need the good whisky for that too?" He flinched. "That's not fair." "Fair?" She laughed, and several heads turned. "You want to talk about fair? Fair is watching your best friend since childhood turn into everything he swore he'd never become. Fair is—" "Is what? Running to London? Hiding in some backwater bar, pretending you're noble for throwing your life away?" "Better than pretending I'm successful while selling my soul by installments." They stood facing each other, breathing hard, years of unspoken accusations finally given voice. Around them, the bar had gone quiet, the peculiar British quiet that comes from collectively pretending not to notice drama unfolding in public. Silas materialized beside them, polishing a glass with studied nonchalance. "Everything alright here?" "Peachy." Rory grabbed her jacket. "Mr. Winters was just leaving." "Rory—" "You know what the funny thing is?" She turned back, one hand on the door. "I used to imagine running into you. Had whole conversations planned out. Witty comebacks, clever observations. The perfect reunion." She shook her head. "Turns out I didn't need any of it. You did all the work yourself." Marcus's face had gone pale beneath the bar's sickly lighting. "That's not—I didn't mean—" "Yes, you did." She pulled her jacket tight. "You meant every word. That's the difference between us now, Marcus. You've gotten very good at lying to everyone else. But you still can't lie to me." The door chimed as she pushed through it, London night swallowing her whole. Behind her, she heard him order another whisky. The expensive kind. Some things, at least, never changed. The cold hit like a revelation, sharp and clean after the bar's fuggy warmth. She'd made it three blocks before realizing she'd left her delivery bag behind, tomorrow's schedule tucked in the side pocket. Yu-Fei would worry if she didn't show up. But turning back would mean facing Marcus again. Facing what they'd become, reflected in each other's eyes like mirrors in a funhouse, distorting everything true into something grotesque. Her phone buzzed. Eva, probably, with her uncanny ability to sense emotional upheaval from across the city. Or maybe Silas, making sure she was alright. The message waited, patient as a confession, but Rory kept walking. Behind her, the Raven's Nest glowed green against the darkness, keeping its secrets close.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags26
adverbTagCount3
adverbTags
0"She turned slowly [slowly]"
1"Marcus said finally [finally]"
2"She gestured around [around]"
dialogueSentences70
tagDensity0.371
leniency0.743
rawRatio0.115
effectiveRatio0.086
83.85% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1548
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"really"
count2
1
adverb"slowly"
count2
2
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"really"
1"slowly"
2"very"
60.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0"Blackwood"
found
0"Chen"
1"Marcus"
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
51.55% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1548
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"familiar"
count2
1
word"lilt"
count1
2
word"eyebrow"
count1
3
word"silence"
count2
4
word"unspoken"
count2
5
word"etching"
count1
6
word"optimized"
count1
7
word"flicker"
count1
8
word"perfect"
count2
9
word"warmth"
count1
10
word"uncanny"
count1
highlights
0"familiar"
1"lilt"
2"eyebrow"
3"silence"
4"unspoken"
5"etching"
6"optimized"
7"flicker"
8"perfect"
9"warmth"
10"uncanny"
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
narrationSentences92
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences92
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences135
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen40
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1533
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions14
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions48
wordCount952
uniqueNames24
maxNameDensity0.84
worstName"Marcus"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Marcus"
discoveredNames
Silas5
Welsh3
London3
Cardiff1
Savile1
Row1
Raven2
Nest2
Macallan1
Mrs1
Winters2
Associates1
Rory6
Jade1
Empire1
Empress1
Chinese1
Yu-Fei2
Courtroom1
Dusty1
Springfield1
Evan1
British1
Marcus8
persons
0"Silas"
1"Raven"
2"Nest"
3"Mrs"
4"Winters"
5"Associates"
6"Rory"
7"Jade"
8"Empire"
9"Empress"
10"Yu-Fei"
11"Dusty"
12"Springfield"
13"Evan"
14"Marcus"
places
0"London"
1"Cardiff"
globalScore1
windowScore1
77.54% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences69
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"looked like her fifth gin and tonic, masc"
1"quite cover"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1533
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences135
matches
0"chose that moment"
1"hated that song"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs64
mean23.95
std17.76
cv0.741
sampleLengths
07
136
224
380
424
548
632
74
814
929
1065
1115
1217
134
142
153
164
1746
189
1925
2016
215
2223
2350
249
2518
2624
2746
285
2953
3012
3116
3217
332
3450
3520
366
3729
3835
398
4039
4130
427
4313
4457
4528
4650
475
4831
4918
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences92
matches
0"been sprawled"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs171
matches(empty)
58.20% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount4
semicolonCount1
flaggedSentences4
totalSentences135
ratio0.03
matches
0"The cadence gave him away—that particular lilt where Welsh valleys met London streets."
1"The Raven's Nest chose that moment to assert itself—a drunk at the corner table knocked over his chair, setting off a chain reaction of Welsh profanity that would've made their old professors blush."
2"Marcus ordered a whisky—Macallan 25, because of course he did—and they sat in the kind of silence that only comes from knowing someone too well to pretend otherwise."
3"Chen's spring rolls; him looking like he'd stepped out of a corporate headshot."
92.25% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount962
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount47
adverbRatio0.04885654885654886
lyAdverbCount14
lyAdverbRatio0.014553014553014554
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences135
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences135
mean11.36
std8.06
cv0.71
sampleLengths
07
113
223
311
413
514
630
714
822
97
108
119
1233
1315
1421
1511
163
171
1810
194
202
2115
228
232
242
2528
2624
2713
2813
292
307
3110
324
332
343
354
362
379
386
3922
407
416
423
436
4419
4511
465
475
4810
4913
81.73% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats8
diversityRatio0.5259259259259259
totalSentences135
uniqueOpeners71
80.32% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences83
matches
0"Still crooked, still pulling harder"
1"Then the professional mask slammed"
ratio0.024
99.52% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount25
totalSentences83
matches
0"She turned slowly, already knowing"
1"His hair, once an unruly"
2"His grin hadn't changed, though"
3"His smile faltered."
4"He gestured at the empty"
5"She gave an imperceptible shake"
6"He swirled the whisky, watching"
7"He tapped his temple"
8"She'd thought it hadn't mattered"
9"She signaled Silas for another"
10"He had the grace to"
11"She thought of Yu-Fei in"
12"He turned to face her"
13"She drained half her pint"
14"She gestured around the bar"
15"He laughed, but there was"
16"His voice had gone cold,"
17"She stood, pound coins clattering"
18"She laughed, and several heads"
19"They stood facing each other,"
ratio0.301
62.41% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount66
totalSentences83
matches
0"The voice cut through the"
1"Rory's hand froze halfway to"
2"She turned slowly, already knowing"
3"The cadence gave him away—that"
4"Marcus stood three feet away,"
5"The last time she'd seen"
6"His hair, once an unruly"
7"His grin hadn't changed, though"
8"The Raven's Nest chose that"
9"The green neon from the"
10"The words came out harder"
11"His smile faltered."
12"He gestured at the empty"
13"Silas caught her eye from"
14"She gave an imperceptible shake"
15"Marcus ordered a whisky—Macallan 25,"
16"The mirror behind the bar"
17"Chen's spring rolls; him looking"
18"He swirled the whisky, watching"
19"The word came out flat,"
ratio0.795
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences83
matches
0"Now he filled out a"
1"Because explaining would mean admitting"
ratio0.024
77.92% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences33
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"His hair, once an unruly mess that defied gravity and good sense, lay slicked back with precision that spoke of hundred-pound haircuts."
1"The Raven's Nest chose that moment to assert itself—a drunk at the corner table knocked over his chair, setting off a chain reaction of Welsh profanity that wou…"
2"Golden Empress's main competitor, the corporate machine that had been slowly strangling every family-run Chinese restaurant in London."
67.31% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags26
uselessAdditionCount3
matches
0"The word came out, final"
1"The name came out, bitter"
2"She laughed, and several heads turned"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags3
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"He laughed (laugh)"
1"She laughed (laugh)"
dialogueSentences70
tagDensity0.043
leniency0.086
rawRatio0.667
effectiveRatio0.057
89.7532%