Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTXWFXEGMTG7BHM4Z498VE8

Run Details

Model:
GPT-5
Duration:
2m 10s
Cost:
$0.061024
Provider:
OpenAI

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
Rory? The crate slipped. Bottles knocked against each other, sharp glass music in her hands. She caught the edge with a knee, steadied the weight, and turned. Eva stood five feet away, close enough for breath to meet breath if either of them dared. Once upon a time she had drowned herself in bangles and summer skirts, eyeliner thick as theatre paint. Now her wrists were bare, her collarbone sharp against a plain navy dress, a narrow plait tucked behind one ear. The eyes were the same, though. Grey as ash, with a stubborn glint under the soot. Rory set the crate on the bar. Her palms stung. A white half-moon scar flashed at her left wrist, winking like a bad joke. You are smaller in person. You look exactly as I left you. Left is a word with teeth. Rory wiped her hands on her jeans. The cotton felt gritty with chalk dust and lemon slices. She kept her voice even. Evening. Eva’s mouth twitched at that, like she had forgotten how to smile and was relearning with muscle memory. Is it? What do you want? A drink. Not… not what I used to. Ginger beer, then. If you keep that here. Silas glanced up from the far end. The soft light found the silver ring on his right hand as he twisted a cork from a bottle with quiet menace. He watched the two women, gave an almost imperceptible nod, and limped toward the coolers. Only the one, he said. You are a tyrant, Si. A benevolent one. Respectable tyrants stock ginger beer. He set a bottle on the bar without asking for money. Eva lifted it, sniffed like it might hiss. She looked at Rory’s hair, which fell in a blunt line to her shoulders, and then at Rory’s eyes, which had never learned to do anything except tell the truth unless she told them to. She looked at the thin crescent on Rory’s wrist for a heartbeat too long. That one. Kitchen accident when I was nine, Rory said. Always was a poor liar. Practice made perfect. Eva tipped the bottle. The glass clicked against her teeth. She swallowed once, a wince running across her throat. Silence bent around them and then sprang back. When did you start working in a bar? I live upstairs. I lend a hand. Still running deliveries for that place with the gold dragons? Yu-Fei is a queen. Do not slander. I would not dare. Rory rolled the bottle of tonic she had poured for herself. The ice cracked like a warning shot. She tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear. She stepped back from the great empty space that had opened under the sound of her name. So. Eva. So. Rory. You look, different. She held the word like it could go savage if mishandled. Clean. Two months? Six. I started at four, then I lie, and then I start again at one. I am on six. I have the chip in my bag if you want to see it. I do not want your badge. Good, because I lost it two days ago. Rory pictured, without permission, bracelets crowded to the elbow, a laugh thrown against pub music, a dark hand sliding across Rory’s back with claim stamped into the bones. She shut the cupboard in her head. You left Cardiff without saying goodbye. You told me to come. I did. I thought London would fix, does it fix? Depends what you break. Eva let the bottle rest on the wood. Her fingers left damp ovals. The walls loomed in their periphery, papered with old maps, sea monsters curling their tails in the margins. Black and white faces watched from frames, people whose names had been lost but whose cheekbones were excellent. You could have called. So could you. I did. Your number died. Numbers do that. So do people. Silas drifted back like smoke. He glanced once at Rory, a question in the shift of his eyebrow. She gave him nothing. He leaned on the bar with his good hip. If you two would like to avoid an audience, he said, the library is quiet tonight. Library? He moved to the shelf that wore fat atlases and a travel guide to a city that had ceased to exist. His right hand glittered. He pressed the edge of the frame and the shelf swung inward, the smell of old paper and cold air slipping out. Rory met Eva’s eyes. This was Silas saying, Take your ghosts into a room with a door. She nodded. Eva picked up the ginger beer and followed. Inside, the walls breathed leather and tobacco and the faint tang of machine oil. A lamp threw a pool of yellow on a battered table. Between the beaten sofa and a file cabinet that had endured a war sat two cups Rita had forgotten to take back to the kitchen, lipstick marks faded to ghosts on the rims. Silas let the shelf click closed, left them with the old maps and the sort of privacy that came with a safe word. His limp made a soft rhythm back to the sound of money changing hands. Eva stood without sitting. She touched the cracked arm of the sofa with two fingers, as if testing for a shock. You live above this? Yes. Of course you do. Hide in plain sight. I am not hiding. No? No. I walked past a green neon bird to get here. It looks like it eats people. It attracts them. That is how bars work. Eva laughed, short and broken. She put the bottle down and finally lowered herself to the sofa like someone expecting the springs to bite. I... I came to say something and it felt so easy on the pavement, she said. Say it. He is in London. Rory’s hand tightened around her tonic. The ice shifted, a click like a tooth. She kept her face still. Who. Do not do that. Do what. Act like you do not know which he. You always did that. You shrank his name until it fitted inside your mouth, and then you swallowed it. Say his name. Evan. Rory reached up, scratched the back of her neck with her safe hand, and watched the nails come back clean. When. Two nights ago. He came to a meeting. He is in recovery? He was in the doorway. He watched, he said he did not belong there, not like us. He said he was keeping someone company. He liked the metal coffee pot, he made a joke about arsenic. He laughed at his own joke. He always did. He looked... older. People do that. And he asked about you. Of course he did. He said your real name. Not Rory. The other one, the one only we used when we were children. He tasted it. He said it tasted like coins. Rory stared a hole into the ring mark on the table where a glass had sweated through more than a few nights. She lifted her eyes to Eva's. In those ash-grey depths she saw the past trying to climb out. You spoke to him. For about a minute. You gave him anything? A look, maybe. I gave him nothing else. And you came here to warn me. I came here because I owed you too many words. You owed me that three years ago. I know. Silence shouldered in again, unwashed and insistent. The library hummed with the city on the other side of the walls. Somewhere beyond, slicers chopped fruit in time with a song. A man at a table told a woman a secret in a tone that invited disbelief. Eva leaned forward. I introduced you to him, she said. And I met him anyway. You met him in the flat kitchen. I was making eggs and you were laughing at the way he cracked shells with one hand. He smiled at you and you split in two. You stayed and you flew. You like your metaphors. I like to pretend I was not there. He would have found me whether you were there or not. He found you because I marched you to him and said, Look, she is brilliant, hurt her slow. You did not. I did not say it like that. No. I did not know what he was yet. Not then. I knew what he could be. That is my habit, I collect what things could be. It is a poor hobby. Rory felt the wooden seat bite her thighs. She could hear the glass at her mouth, the way it clicked against tooth, the lemon oil that greased the rim. She put the drink down without sipping. She touched her left wrist and then put her hand in her lap. Why clean, Eva. I woke up on my mother’s lino and I did not know which ceiling I stared at. Different ones stacked in my head. I ran to the bathroom and my mouth tasted like pennies. I remembered telling you to run and then I forgot to run myself. Old skill, that. Mine, not yours. You ran. You were always good at leaving rooms you had set on fire. Rory breathed in the old leather, the stored years. You expect a thank you. No. I expect, nothing. I do not forgive you for bringing him. I do not forgive myself for not seeing him. You loved the story of men who break. I loved the story of mending them. Noble little old Irish sinner, with a toolbelt and a saviour complex. Origin jokes, is that where we are. Where else. You always corrected my order of adjectives. Some orders are worth keeping. Eva smiled for real then. It changed her face. It made her the girl who danced on tables and stole chips off plates and said sorry to no one because sorry was not in fashion that week. So, do you want me to take you somewhere. Away from here. He has a way of, sniffing. I am not a fox. No. You are a person who bleeds a certain colour and he is a man who remembers the shade. I have people. Silas is not decorative. He is terrifying. He looks at me like I am a threat. It is flattering. He knows what to be afraid of. You told him about Evan. He does not need the name to read the bruise. Eva dug in her bag and came up with a slip of paper crumpled into geography. She smoothed it on the table with reverent fingers. He gave me an address. Of course he did. He said you might look for him, because you always do the wrong kind of brave. Rory did not move to touch the paper. The letters bled through the crinkles like ink through skin. She could see the street name. The number. The kind of building that went with that postcode. You kept it. I tore it twice on the bus and then I stuck it together, because that is what I do. I stick things and then call it repair. I am not a good person. You are here. Sometimes bad people arrive on time. Rory laughed, but only once. It fell into the space where a second laugh should have echoed. She felt the ache of missed things. You could have stayed in Cardiff. Nothing stays in Cardiff. Not even the Severn. You miss it. I miss the way the pavement sounds when it rains and your father arguing on Radio 4 with a politician who cannot pronounce the Welsh names. Do not get sentimental. I am six months sober, sentiment is a side effect. Silas’ knuckles ghosted the edge of the door. The shelf cracked open a sliver. His voice belonged to a man who had seen enough men like Evan and did not enjoy repeat performances. Rory. She looked up. You have a visitor. No. Yes. Tell him the bar is shut. I did. He said I must be new here. Then he offered to buy the place. He has that shine on him, the bad kind that draws flies. Eva stood too quickly and then sat down again, as if remembering gravity had become stricter in rooms like this. What did he call me, Rory said. Silas frowned. An old name, I think. He said Laila. Rory’s mouth went dry in an instant, the way it did when a doctor said biopsy, when a stranger called her by a name they should not own. She reached for her drink and knocked it over. Lemon ran across the table and down to the carpet, where it joined the inlaid patchwork of years. Eva’s hand landed on her sleeve, light as a permission slip. Do you want to go out the back. No. I am tired of tunnels. Silas’ eyes cut to Eva, then back to Rory. He loosened his ring as if it had grown too tight. He is in the main room, he said. He is making jokes at my expense. I do not find him amusing. Rory heard her voice from a distance and did not recognise it, low and calm like a tide warning cliffs. You will when he leaves. Silas opened the secret entrance wider. The smell of the bar pushed in, citruses and blistered varnish, spilt hops and the heat of breath-shaped words. The world sharpened along its edges. Rory walked through first. Eva rose and followed, her hand light on Rory’s arm, then gone. They stepped out into the maps and the faces and the living bodies that fit between them, where the jukebox clicked and refused to work and someone banged it once for manners. A man turned from the bar. He had the kind of smile that asked pardon to enter and then rifled your drawers when you fell asleep. His hair had thinned, his eyes had not. He lifted his glass to Rory as if he had been late to a meeting and here was the reason. Laila, he said. I knew you would come to heel.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags0
97.89% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2369
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"quickly"
count1
highlights
0"quickly"
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)
78.89% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2369
totalAiIsms10
found
0
word"weight"
count1
1
word"glint"
count1
2
word"perfect"
count1
3
word"silence"
count2
4
word"loomed"
count1
5
word"eyebrow"
count1
6
word"depths"
count1
7
word"complex"
count1
8
word"echoed"
count1
highlights
0"weight"
1"glint"
2"perfect"
3"silence"
4"loomed"
5"eyebrow"
6"depths"
7"complex"
8"echoed"
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
emotionTells1
narrationSentences303
matches
0"felt the ache"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount4
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences303
filterMatches
0"look"
1"know"
2"think"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences305
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen35
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2365
ratio0
matches(empty)
0.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions11
unquotedAttributions9
matches
0"Only the one, he said."
1"Kitchen accident when I was nine, Rory said."
2"If you two would like to avoid an audience, he said, the library is quiet tonight."
3"I came to say something and it felt so easy on the pavement, she said."
4"He watched, he said he did not belong there, not like us."
5"I introduced you to him, she said."
6"What did he call me, Rory said."
7"He is in the main room, he said."
8"Laila, he said."
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions106
wordCount2348
uniqueNames17
maxNameDensity1.28
worstName"You"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"You"
discoveredNames
Si1
Rory28
Cardiff3
London2
Eva18
Silas7
Take1
Rita1
Look1
Irish1
Evan3
Severn1
Radio1
Welsh1
Laila2
You30
Do5
persons
0"Rory"
1"Eva"
2"Silas"
3"Rita"
4"Evan"
5"Laila"
6"You"
places
0"Cardiff"
1"London"
2"Take"
3"Do"
globalScore0.861
windowScore0.5
87.50% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences160
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"as if testing for a shock"
1"tasted like coins"
2"tasted like pennies"
3"as if remembering gravity had become stricter in rooms like this"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2365
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences305
matches
0"keep that here"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs173
mean13.67
std14.86
cv1.087
sampleLengths
01
126
271
324
45
57
66
722
81
918
102
114
128
133
145
1544
165
175
188
1968
202
218
225
233
2427
258
267
2710
287
294
3045
312
322
333
3411
351
362
3732
386
398
4035
416
425
4310
444
4549
464
473
485
493
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences303
matches
0"been lost"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount4
totalVerbs463
matches
0"was relearning"
1"was keeping"
2"was making were laughing"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences305
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1965
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount63
adverbRatio0.03206106870229008
lyAdverbCount5
lyAdverbRatio0.002544529262086514
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences305
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences305
mean7.75
std6.21
cv0.8
sampleLengths
01
13
211
312
417
518
620
76
810
97
103
1114
125
137
146
157
1610
175
181
1918
202
214
222
231
245
253
265
277
2822
2915
305
315
323
335
3411
358
3635
3714
382
398
405
413
424
436
449
458
468
473
484
4910
36.89% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats40
diversityRatio0.25573770491803277
totalSentences305
uniqueOpeners78
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount10
totalSentences260
matches
0"Once upon a time she"
1"Only the one, he said."
2"Always was a poor liar."
3"Of course you do."
4"Of course he did."
5"Somewhere beyond, slicers chopped fruit"
6"Away from here."
7"Of course he did."
8"Sometimes bad people arrive on"
9"Then he offered to buy"
ratio0.038
7.69% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount138
totalSentences260
matches
0"She caught the edge with"
1"Her palms stung."
2"You are smaller in person."
3"You look exactly as I"
4"She kept her voice even."
5"He watched the two women,"
6"You are a tyrant, Si."
7"He set a bottle on"
8"She looked at Rory’s hair,"
9"She looked at the thin"
10"She swallowed once, a wince"
11"I live upstairs."
12"I lend a hand."
13"I would not dare."
14"She tucked a strand of"
15"She stepped back from the"
16"You look, different."
17"She held the word like"
18"I started at four, then"
19"I am on six."
ratio0.531
54.23% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount211
totalSentences260
matches
0"The crate slipped."
1"Bottles knocked against each other,"
2"She caught the edge with"
3"Eva stood five feet away,"
4"The eyes were the same,"
5"Rory set the crate on"
6"Her palms stung."
7"A white half-moon scar flashed"
8"You are smaller in person."
9"You look exactly as I"
10"Rory wiped her hands on"
11"The cotton felt gritty with"
12"She kept her voice even."
13"Eva’s mouth twitched at that,"
14"Ginger beer, then."
15"Silas glanced up from the"
16"The soft light found the"
17"He watched the two women,"
18"You are a tyrant, Si."
19"A benevolent one."
ratio0.812
57.69% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount3
totalSentences260
matches
0"Now her wrists were bare,"
1"If you keep that here."
2"If you two would like"
ratio0.012
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences83
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"She could hear the glass at her mouth, the way it clicked against tooth, the lemon oil that greased the rim."
1"I miss the way the pavement sounds when it rains and your father arguing on Radio 4 with a politician who cannot pronounce the Welsh names."
2"Eva stood too quickly and then sat down again, as if remembering gravity had become stricter in rooms like this."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags0
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
85.6928%