Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTYFF1RTTWV8VZ8BR3YBQJW

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Duration:
17.4s
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$0.007721
Provider:
Google AI Studio

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 glass in my hand shattered before I even realised I’d squeezed it. "Careful, Rory. That’s crystal, not a Stressball." Silas didn’t look up from the brass taps, but his voice carried that low, sandpaper rasp that usually signalled a warning. He wiped a stray spill with a grey linen cloth, his movements rhythmic despite the slight, familiar hitch in his left leg. I stared at the sparkling shards on the mahogany bar. A crimson bead of blood bloomed on my thumb, a sharp contrast against the pale, crescent-shaped scar on my wrist. I didn’t feel the sting. My eyes remained locked on the man who had just walked through the heavy oak doors of The Raven's Nest. "Evan." The name tasted like copper and old ash. He didn't look like the ghost I’d spent three years exorcising from my nightmares. The Evan I remembered wore frayed hoodies and smelled of stale tobacco and desperation. This man wore a charcoal-grey wool overcoat that cost more than my flat’s annual rent. His hair, once a chaotic blonde mop, was slicked back with expensive pomade. He looked polished. He looked successful. He looked like he’d never broken a single bone in my spirit. "Aurora?" He stopped dead, his polished brogues skidding slightly on the sawdust-covered floor. He blinked, his eyes scanning my black hair, my delivery uniform, the way I stood tucked into the shadows of the bar’s corner. "My god. It is you." "Rough night for glassware," Silas muttered, finally turning. He saw the way I was shaking. He saw Evan. The hazel eyes of the old spymaster sharpened, his hand coming to rest on the silver signet ring on his right hand. He didn't move to help me; he was measuring the threat. "Friend of yours, Laila?" I hated that he used my work name. It reminded me I was hiding. "An old acquaintance," I said, my voice steadier than my pulse. I grabbed a napkin and pressed it to my thumb. "From Cardiff." Evan approached the bar, his presence filling the small, intimate space of the Nest. The green neon sign from outside cast a sickly hue across his cheekbones. He looked around at the walls covered in yellowed maps and monochrome photographs of forgotten men in suits. "Small world," Evan said. He didn't reach out to touch me. He knew better, or perhaps he just didn't want to ruin the drape of his coat. "I’m in London for a merger. Logistics firm. I didn't think I’d find you in a place like... this." "A bar?" I asked. "People drink in London, Evan. Even the ones you didn't think would survive the journey." "I heard you went to law school. Your father mentioned—" "I left. I like the view from the street better." I nodded toward the door. "What are you doing in Soho? This isn't exactly the Mayfair circuit." "Got lost looking for a cocktail lounge. Saw the green sign. Felt like a sign from the universe." He smiled. It was the same smile—the one that used to make me feel like I was the only person in the room before it made me feel like I was a person who didn't exist at all. "Can I buy you a drink? For old times' sake?" Silas grunted, a low sound of disapproval. He began picking up the glass shards with a pair of silver tongs, one by one. "Old times are expensive," I said. "I don’t think you can afford the bill." "Try me. A Macallan, neat. And whatever the lady is having." "The lady is working," Silas interrupted. He placed a fresh, heavy-bottomed tumbler in front of me. "And we don't serve Macallan. This is a neighbourhood pub, not a boardroom. You want a Scotch, you get the house malt. It’s peat and fire. Take it or leave it." Evan’s smile faltered, just for a fraction of a second. A flicker of the old, volatile temper sparked in his eyes—the heat that used to precede the breaking of plates—but he smothered it under a layer of corporate poise. He nodded. "The house malt, then. Two." Silas poured the amber liquid. The scent of smoke and burnt heather filled the air between us. I took the glass. My hand was still trembling, so I hid it beneath the bar’s edge. I looked at Evan, really looked at him. The youth had bled out of his face, replaced by the rigid lines of someone who spent his days commanding rooms and his nights worried about being found out. "You look different," I said. It wasn't a compliment. "It’s called growing up, Rory. You should try it. Delivering Chinese food in Soho? Your father must be heartbroken." "He’s a barrister, Evan. He deals in facts. The fact is, I’m free. That’s a concept you never quite grasped." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a confidential whisper that made my skin crawl. "I looked for you. For months. You just... vanished. Eva wouldn't say a word. I thought something had happened." "Something did. I woke up." I drained the Scotch. It burned a trail down my throat, grounding me. I thought of the night I’d left—the rain on the M4, the terror that he was in the car behind me, the way my wrist had throbbed where he’d gripped it. "I’m sorry," he said. The words were heavy, practised. "About how things ended. I was young. I was... stressed. The business was failing, my parents were breathing down my neck. I took things out on you that I shouldn't have." "You make it sound like you forgot to take out the bins," I said, my voice rising. "You didn't 'take things out' on me. You tried to hollow me out." Silas moved closer, his presence a silent, auburn-haired mountain. He began polishing a brass rail, his eyes never leaving Evan’s throat. "I’ve changed," Evan insisted. He reached into his leather wallet and pulled out a card. Embossed gold lettering. *Evan Davies, Senior Partner.* "I have a life now. A house in Richmond. A fiancé. I’m not that person anymore." "Then why are you here?" I asked. "If you're so happy, why did you walk into a dive bar in Soho and look at me like you’ve been scouring the streets for a ghost?" He didn't answer. He stared into his drink, the ice-less liquid reflecting the maps on the wall. The silence stretched, filled only by the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant thrum of London traffic outside. "Because you were the only real thing I ever had," he whispered. "Everything else... the firms, the suits, the house... it’s all just theatre. You were the only one who saw me." "I saw you," I agreed. "That’s why I ran. I saw exactly what was inside that shell, Evan. There’s nothing there but a different kind of hunger." I stood up, pushing my stool back. The screech of wood on floorboards sounded like a scream. "I have deliveries to make," I said. "Yu-Fei doesn't like it when the duck gets cold." "Rory, wait." He reached out, his hand hovering near my arm. He didn't touch me. He couldn't. Silas had stepped around the bar, his slight limp barely noticeable as he placed himself between us. The silver signet ring caught the green light. "The lady said she’s working," Silas said. His voice was a dead calm. "And the tab is closed." "I haven't finished my drink," Evan snapped, the mask finally slipping. The polished executive vanished, replaced by the petulant boy from Cardiff. "Do you know who I am?" "I know exactly who you are," Silas said. He leaned down, his face inches from Evan’s. "You’re a man who’s about to leave my establishment through the door, or through the window. Personally, I haven't had the windows cleaned in weeks. I’d prefer the door." Evan looked at Silas, then at me. He saw the lack of fear in my eyes. That was the thing he couldn't stand—the realization that his power had a shelf life, and mine had just begun. He slammed a twenty-pound note onto the bar. "Keep the change. It looks like you need it." He turned on his heel, his charcoal coat billowing behind him. He marched toward the door, his posture rigid, his pride wounded in a way that no amount of money could patch. He didn't look back. The heavy oak door swung shut with a dull thud. The Raven's Nest felt quieter, the air cleaner. I leaned against the bar, my chest heaving. The blood on my thumb had dried into a dark, tacky crust. "You okay, kid?" Silas asked. He swiped the twenty-pound note off the bar and dropped it into the tip jar without a second thought. "I thought I’d be more scared," I admitted. "I thought if I saw him, I’d turn back into that girl in Cardiff. The one who hid the bruises with concealer." "Time’s a funny thing," Silas said. He picked up my empty glass. "It doesn't heal everything, but it toughens the skin. You aren't that girl. You’re the woman who works for the Golden Empress and lives above a spy’s bar. You’re Malphora now." I smiled, a small, genuine thing. "Malphora. Sounds like a villain from a bad fantasy novel." "Or a survivor," Silas countered. He reached under the counter and pulled out a small, leather-bound ledger. He didn't look at it, but his fingers traced the spine. "He’ll be back, you know. Men like that don't like losing. He didn't come in here by accident." I froze. "What do you mean?" "The green sign. He said he saw it and thought it was a sign." Silas looked toward the door. "Nobody finds this place by accident, Rory. Not even the ones with GPS and a charcoal coat." "You think he was looking for me?" "I think someone told him where to look." Silas opened the ledger. "And I think we’re about to find out why." The phone on the bar began to ring—the private line, the one Silas only answered when the world was about to catch fire. He picked it up, listened for three seconds, and then looked at me. His hazel eyes were cold. "Don't go out the front," Silas said, reaching under the bar for something heavy and metallic. "The back alley. Now." Across the street, a black sedan with tinted windows drifted into the curb, its headlights cutting through the Soho gloom like seeking eyes.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags29
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences66
tagDensity0.439
leniency0.879
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
94.35% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1770
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"really"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"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)
63.28% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1770
totalAiIsms13
found
0
word"shattered"
count1
1
word"crystal"
count1
2
word"rhythmic"
count1
3
word"familiar"
count1
4
word"chaotic"
count1
5
word"scanning"
count1
6
word"pulse"
count1
7
word"flicker"
count1
8
word"whisper"
count1
9
word"throbbed"
count1
10
word"silence"
count1
11
word"traced"
count1
12
word"gloom"
count1
highlights
0"shattered"
1"crystal"
2"rhythmic"
3"familiar"
4"chaotic"
5"scanning"
6"pulse"
7"flicker"
8"whisper"
9"throbbed"
10"silence"
11"traced"
12"gloom"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"without second thought"
count1
highlights
0"without a second thought"
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
filterCount2
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences113
filterMatches
0"feel feel"
hedgeMatches
0"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences149
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen37
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords4
totalWords1755
ratio0.002
matches
0"Evan Davies, Senior Partner."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions26
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions40
wordCount1092
uniqueNames10
maxNameDensity1.56
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Raven2
Nest3
Evan12
Silas17
Scotch1
Davies1
Senior1
London1
Cardiff1
Soho1
persons
0"Raven"
1"Nest"
2"Evan"
3"Silas"
4"Davies"
places
0"London"
1"Cardiff"
2"Soho"
globalScore0.722
windowScore0.5
45.83% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences72
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"tasted like copper and old ash"
1"looked like he’d never broken a single bo"
2"sounded like a scream"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1755
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences149
matches
0"hated that he"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs62
mean28.31
std16.48
cv0.582
sampleLengths
013
150
255
31
470
512
641
755
814
923
1045
1146
1219
1310
1427
1566
1623
1714
1811
1947
2041
215
2271
239
2419
2520
2634
275
2844
2940
3030
3121
3238
3334
3437
3532
3627
3717
3816
3911
4031
4118
4228
4345
4436
4517
4636
4710
4828
4924
99.05% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences113
matches
0"was slicked"
1"being found"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs203
matches
0"was shaking"
1"was measuring"
2"was hiding"
27.80% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount6
semicolonCount1
flaggedSentences6
totalSentences149
ratio0.04
matches
0"He didn't move to help me; he was measuring the threat."
1"It was the same smile—the one that used to make me feel like I was the only person in the room before it made me feel like I was a person who didn't exist at all."
2"A flicker of the old, volatile temper sparked in his eyes—the heat that used to precede the breaking of plates—but he smothered it under a layer of corporate poise."
3"I thought of the night I’d left—the rain on the M4, the terror that he was in the car behind me, the way my wrist had throbbed where he’d gripped it."
4"That was the thing he couldn't stand—the realization that his power had a shelf life, and mine had just begun."
5"The phone on the bar began to ring—the private line, the one Silas only answered when the world was about to catch fire."
76.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1106
adjectiveStacks4
stackExamples
0"pale, crescent-shaped scar"
1"fresh, heavy-bottomed tumbler"
2"silent, auburn-haired mountain."
3"small, leather-bound ledger."
adverbCount32
adverbRatio0.028933092224231464
lyAdverbCount10
lyAdverbRatio0.009041591320072333
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences149
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences149
mean11.78
std7.46
cv0.634
sampleLengths
013
128
222
310
420
55
620
71
88
914
1014
1115
1213
133
143
1512
1613
1723
185
198
207
213
2222
2311
244
258
266
2711
2810
292
3014
3113
3218
334
347
3516
3619
374
3815
3910
4015
4112
4220
4336
4410
457
4616
476
488
4911
37.92% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats18
diversityRatio0.28859060402684567
totalSentences149
uniqueOpeners43
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences92
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount56
totalSentences92
matches
0"He wiped a stray spill"
1"I stared at the sparkling"
2"I didn’t feel the sting."
3"My eyes remained locked on"
4"He didn't look like the"
5"His hair, once a chaotic"
6"He looked polished."
7"He looked successful."
8"He looked like he’d never"
9"He stopped dead, his polished"
10"He blinked, his eyes scanning"
11"He saw the way I"
12"He saw Evan."
13"He didn't move to help"
14"I hated that he used"
15"It reminded me I was"
16"I said, my voice steadier"
17"I grabbed a napkin and"
18"He looked around at the"
19"He didn't reach out to"
ratio0.609
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount90
totalSentences92
matches
0"The glass in my hand"
1"Silas didn’t look up from"
2"He wiped a stray spill"
3"I stared at the sparkling"
4"A crimson bead of blood"
5"I didn’t feel the sting."
6"My eyes remained locked on"
7"The name tasted like copper"
8"He didn't look like the"
9"The Evan I remembered wore"
10"This man wore a charcoal-grey"
11"His hair, once a chaotic"
12"He looked polished."
13"He looked successful."
14"He looked like he’d never"
15"He stopped dead, his polished"
16"He blinked, his eyes scanning"
17"Silas muttered, finally turning"
18"He saw the way I"
19"He saw Evan."
ratio0.978
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences92
matches(empty)
ratio0
82.07% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences47
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"This man wore a charcoal-grey wool overcoat that cost more than my flat’s annual rent."
1"A flicker of the old, volatile temper sparked in his eyes—the heat that used to precede the breaking of plates—but he smothered it under a layer of corporate po…"
2"The youth had bled out of his face, replaced by the rigid lines of someone who spent his days commanding rooms and his nights worried about being found out."
3"Across the street, a black sedan with tinted windows drifted into the curb, its headlights cutting through the Soho gloom like seeking eyes."
21.55% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags29
uselessAdditionCount6
matches
0"Silas didn’t, but his voice carried that low, sandpaper rasp that usually signalled a warning"
1"He stopped, his polished brogues skidding slightly on the sawdust-covered floor"
2"I said, my voice steadier than my pulse"
3"I said, my voice rising"
4"He reached out, his hand hovering near my arm"
5"Evan snapped, the mask finally slipping"
43.94% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags21
fancyCount7
fancyTags
0"Silas muttered (mutter)"
1"Silas interrupted (interrupt)"
2"Evan insisted (insist)"
3"he whispered (whisper)"
4"I agreed (agree)"
5"Evan snapped (snap)"
6"I admitted (admit)"
dialogueSentences66
tagDensity0.318
leniency0.636
rawRatio0.333
effectiveRatio0.212
71.3932%