Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTXTQA53PXQB5BD3M0MMCM7

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Duration:
49.8s
Cost:
$0.013552
Provider:
Z.AI

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>

Model response

AI
The heavy oak door shut out the racket of Brewer Street, sealing the noise of London behind me. I stood for a second, letting my eyes adjust to the gloom. The air inside smelled of lemon polish and stale tobacco, a scent that hit the back of my throat with the force of a physical blow. It hadn't changed. The same black-and-white photographs still peered from the walls, and the antique maps remained fixed, frozen borders of a world that didn't exist anymore. I walked to the bar. My boots scuffed against the floorboards, the only sound in the room. I needed a drink. Something strong enough to burn the memory of the train ride from Cardiff out of my mind. I dropped my helmet onto the counter with a heavy thud. "Whisky. Neat." I didn't look up. I just stared at the grain of the wood, counting the rings, tracing the knots with my eyes. "A woman who knows what she wants. Rare in this neighbourhood." The voice was a low rumble, like gravel grinding under boot heels. It was dry, measured, and terribly familiar. My heart hammered against my ribs, a sudden, frantic rhythm that had nothing to do with exhaustion. I looked up. Silas Blackwood stood on the other side of the bar. He looked older, the grey in his auburn hair having won the battle, reclaiming his temples and threading through his neatly trimmed beard. Lines had carved themselves deep around his hazel eyes, maps of his own making. He wore a dark shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, revealing forearms that were still surprisingly thick with muscle. He held a glass in one hand and a cloth in the other. He froze when he saw my face. The cloth paused halfway across a tumbler. "Rory." "Silas." "You're a ghost." "I'm thirsty." "Right." He placed the glass down. The movement was deliberate, careful. He reached for a bottle of single malt, the amber liquid catching the low light of the pendant lamps above the bar. "Whisky. Neat." He poured. The silence stretched, tight and uncomfortable, like a wire pulled too taut. He slid the glass across the surface. I didn't drink. I watched his hand. The silver signet ring on his right finger caught the light. It was scratched, battered. "I heard you went back to Wales," he said. "Cardiff. Law school." "And now?" "And now I'm here." He nodded slowly, his gaze drifting down to my left hand, which rested on the counter. My sleeve had ridden up an inch. The small crescent scar on my wrist was visible, a pale, jagged moon against the skin. He stared at it for a long second, then looked away, focusing on wiping down a patch of the bar that was already clean. "Pre-Law didn't suit you, then?" he asked. "It suited me fine. The people were the problem." "People usually are." He moved around the end of the bar. I stiffened, my grip tightening on the glass, but he just walked to the window and adjusted the blind, blocking out the last dying rays of the evening sun. He limped. The left leg dragged slightly, a heavier hitch than I remembered. Prague, or maybe just time. "You look like hell, Rory." "I look like someone who spent eight hours on a train." "You look like someone who's running." He turned to face me, leaning back against the windowsill. "The Evan situation?" "Gone." "Dead gone or just gone?" "Just gone." I lifted the glass and drank. The fire scoured my throat, settling hot and heavy in my stomach. "He doesn't know where I am. Nobody knows where I am. Except you." "Lucky me." "I didn't know you'd be here. I thought you sold the place. Or that the Council shut it down." "The Nest survives." He gestured vaguely at the shelves lined with bottles. "It adapts." "So do I." "Do you?" He pushed himself off the sill and walked back toward me, stopping just out of reach. "You're wearing a delivery jacket, Rory. Golden Empress? That's Yu-Fei's gig." "I need the money." "You were top of your class in contract law. Now you're delivering dumplings in the rain." "It's honest work." "So is being a barrister." He crossed his arms. The silver ring flashed again. "What happened to the girl who could argue a statute backwards in three languages? The one who could pick a lock before she could tie her own shoelaces?" "She grew up." "She got broken." The air between us crackled. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to scream that he didn't know anything, that he had been sitting in his safe little bar while I was fighting to keep my sanity intact. But I just took another drink, emptying the glass. I slammed it down. "Another," I said. Silas didn't move. "I'm not a bartender, Rory. Not really." "You're standing behind the bar." "It's a cover." "It's always a cover." He sighed, the sound whistling slightly through his nose. He reached for the bottle again. "Three years. Not a letter. Not a call. Eva called me, you know. Crying. Said you'd just vanished." "I had to." "Bollocks." He poured the shot, splashing a little onto the wood. "You had a choice. You just took the coward's way out." "Cowardice kept me breathing." I picked up the glass, my fingers trembling slightly. "You taught me that, Si. Cut the line. Vanish. Survive." "I taught you to think, not to run." "There's a difference?" I downed the second shot. The room was tilting now, just a fraction. "Look at us. You're a relic in a museum of a bar, and I'm a courier with a law degree and a scar. We're both exactly where we're meant to be." "Maybe." He walked past me, his shoulder brushing mine. I smelled cedar and gun oil. He stopped at the bookshelf that dominated the far wall, the one that hid the back room. He ran his fingers along the spines of the books, old leather bindings cracked with age. "The flat upstairs is empty," he said, his back to me. "I kept it. Just in case." "I can't afford your rent, Silas." "We'll work something out. Yu-Fei pays peanuts, but you have other skills." He turned his head slightly, profiling the old man he had become, the operative who refused to fade away. "I have a package. Needs moving tonight. Discrete. No paperwork." I laughed, a harsh, dry sound. "An hour in the city and I'm already a courier for the Spymaster." "Are you in?" I looked at the empty glass in my hand. The alcohol was a warm hum in my blood, dulling the sharp edges of the last few months. I thought of the damp flat in Cardiff, the slamming doors, the silence that felt like suffocation. Then I looked at Silas, at the way he held himself despite the bad leg, the eyes that still missed nothing. "I'm in." He nodded once, a sharp, decisive motion. "Good. Go upstairs. Get cleaned up. You smell like the Great Western Railway." I stood up, swaying slightly. I grabbed my helmet. "Silas?" "Yeah?" "Thanks." "Don't thank me yet." He turned back to the books. "The client is... difficult." I walked toward the staircase at the back of the room, my hand trailing along the wall. I felt the old plaster, the history of the place. It felt like coming home to a graveyard. I was halfway up the first flight when the front door of the bar smashed open. The sound wasn't a creak or a polite chime. It was a splintering crash, wood hitting brick, followed immediately by the heavy tread of boots. Multiple pairs. Heavy. I froze, my hand tightening on the banister. Silas moved fast. He didn't hesitate, didn't question. He vaulted over the bar, landing with a grunt that he suppressed instantly. His hand vanished beneath the counter, coming up holding a sawn-off shotgun. "Get upstairs!" he bellowed, the command echoing off the low ceiling. Three men stood in the doorway. They wore dark suits, no ties, their faces obscured by the harsh glare of the streetlights outside. They didn't look like police. They didn't look like debt collectors. They moved like soldiers. The one in the front raised a pistol. It was a sleek, black automatic. He pointed it directly at Silas's chest. "Mr Blackwood," the man said. His voice was flat, devoid of accent. "Time to pay up." Silas racked the slide of the shotgun. The click-clack sound was deafening in the small room. "I think not," Silas said. I dropped my helmet and reached for the knife in my boot. The familiar weight of the handle settled into my palm. The warm feeling of the whisky vanished, replaced by the cold, sharp clarity of the fight. The man in the door turned his head slightly, his eyes scanning the room. They found me on the stairs. "And the girl," he said. "We have instructions for her too." He swung the gun toward me.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags19
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"He gestured vaguely [vaguely]"
1"He turned back [back]"
dialogueSentences72
tagDensity0.264
leniency0.528
rawRatio0.105
effectiveRatio0.056
73.67% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1519
totalAiIsmAdverbs8
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
1
adverb"slightly"
count6
2
adverb"really"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
1"slightly"
2"really"
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)
63.79% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1519
totalAiIsms11
found
0
word"gloom"
count1
1
word"tracing"
count1
2
word"measured"
count1
3
word"familiar"
count2
4
word"silence"
count2
5
word"stomach"
count1
6
word"echoing"
count1
7
word"weight"
count1
8
word"scanning"
count1
highlights
0"gloom"
1"tracing"
2"measured"
3"familiar"
4"silence"
5"stomach"
6"echoing"
7"weight"
8"scanning"
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
narrationSentences113
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences113
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences166
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen32
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1512
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
totalMentions14
wordCount1095
uniqueNames7
maxNameDensity0.64
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
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Street1
London1
Cardiff2
Blackwood1
Silas7
Three1
persons
0"Blackwood"
1"Silas"
places
0"Brewer"
1"Street"
2"London"
3"Cardiff"
globalScore1
windowScore1
86.71% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences79
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"felt like suffocation"
1"felt like coming home to a graveyard"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1512
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences166
matches
0"scream that he"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs83
mean18.22
std18.35
cv1.007
sampleLengths
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149
22
322
411
536
63
766
827
91
101
113
122
1335
1428
1515
169
173
182
194
2063
217
229
233
2455
255
2611
2719
281
295
3033
312
3219
3314
343
3529
364
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383
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403
413
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455
463
474
4833
493
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences113
matches(empty)
94.74% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs190
matches
0"was fighting"
1"was tilting"
2"was deafening"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences166
ratio0
matches(empty)
96.78% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1099
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount48
adverbRatio0.04367606915377616
lyAdverbCount15
lyAdverbRatio0.01364877161055505
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences166
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences166
mean9.11
std6.63
cv0.728
sampleLengths
018
112
226
33
424
55
612
74
817
911
102
114
1218
1311
1412
157
1617
173
1810
1923
2014
2119
2213
237
247
251
261
273
282
296
305
3122
322
332
3412
357
363
374
3811
394
409
413
422
434
4416
457
4616
4724
487
499
37.35% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats21
diversityRatio0.29518072289156627
totalSentences166
uniqueOpeners49
32.05% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences104
matches
0"Then I looked at Silas,"
ratio0.01
0.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount72
totalSentences104
matches
0"I stood for a second,"
1"It hadn't changed."
2"I walked to the bar."
3"My boots scuffed against the"
4"I needed a drink."
5"I dropped my helmet onto"
6"I didn't look up."
7"I just stared at the"
8"It was dry, measured, and"
9"My heart hammered against my"
10"I looked up."
11"He looked older, the grey"
12"He wore a dark shirt,"
13"He held a glass in"
14"He froze when he saw"
15"He placed the glass down"
16"He reached for a bottle"
17"He slid the glass across"
18"I didn't drink."
19"I watched his hand."
ratio0.692
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount101
totalSentences104
matches
0"The heavy oak door shut"
1"I stood for a second,"
2"The air inside smelled of"
3"It hadn't changed."
4"The same black-and-white photographs still"
5"I walked to the bar."
6"My boots scuffed against the"
7"I needed a drink."
8"Something strong enough to burn"
9"I dropped my helmet onto"
10"I didn't look up."
11"I just stared at the"
12"The voice was a low"
13"It was dry, measured, and"
14"My heart hammered against my"
15"I looked up."
16"Silas Blackwood stood on the"
17"He looked older, the grey"
18"Lines had carved themselves deep"
19"He wore a dark shirt,"
ratio0.971
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences104
matches(empty)
ratio0
57.82% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences42
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"The same black-and-white photographs still peered from the walls, and the antique maps remained fixed, frozen borders of a world that didn't exist anymore."
1"My heart hammered against my ribs, a sudden, frantic rhythm that had nothing to do with exhaustion."
2"He wore a dark shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, revealing forearms that were still surprisingly thick with muscle."
3"He stared at it for a long second, then looked away, focusing on wiping down a patch of the bar that was already clean."
4"I thought of the damp flat in Cardiff, the slamming doors, the silence that felt like suffocation."
72.37% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags19
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"I picked up, my fingers trembling slightly"
1"he bellowed, the command echoing off the low ceiling"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags8
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"he bellowed (bellow)"
dialogueSentences72
tagDensity0.111
leniency0.222
rawRatio0.125
effectiveRatio0.028
80.5093%