Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTYHMV275WF5DX7F2VCPP73

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Duration:
14.9s
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$0.001177
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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 jukebox in The Raven's Nest coughed out a mournful blues tune, the husky voice of the singer slurring through lyrics about lost love and cheap whiskey. Rory nudged a half-empty pint glass across the sticky wooden bar, the condensation leaving a faint, clean ring on the dark, scarred surface. Her hand, steady as ever, reached for the rag beneath the counter, wiping away an invisible smudge. It had been a long shift, longer than usual, the kind that settled deep in her bones, a dull ache that no amount of London grit could quite scrub away. “Rough night, Rory?” Silas drawled, his voice a low rumble from his usual stool at the far end of the bar. His hazel eyes, sharp and knowing, caught the faint flicker of the neon sign outside through the grimy window. He nursed a dark liquid in a short glass, his silver signet ring glinting in the dim light as he swirled it gently. “Just another Tuesday, Si,” she replied, her voice automatically falling into the practiced cadence of casual dismissal. She glanced at the clock above the optics, its hands creeping past eleven. Almost time to pack it in. “Though I swear that bloke at table three has been trying to order the same drink for the last hour. I think he’s forgotten what it’s called.” Silas chuckled, a dry, rustling sound. “Some nights, the words just don’t want to come out. Better than them forming into something regrettable, eh?” He took a slow sip of his drink. “You heading straight back up to the flat?” “Soon as I’ve counted the till. You heading out?” “Just winding down. Prague’s a long way to go for a quiet drink on a Tuesday.” He gestured with his chin toward the door, a subtle shift in his posture indicating his interest lay elsewhere. Rory followed his gaze, her hand pausing mid-wipe. Framed in the doorway, silhouetted against the muted roar of Soho, stood a figure that snagged her breath. Tall, broader than she remembered, a sharp suit that probably cost more than her monthly rent. And the hair, still that unmistakable dark wavy mess, though now there were threads of silver woven through like streaks of moonlight. The face, when he turned slightly, was older, etched with lines she didn’t recognise, but the eyes… they were still the same piercing green. “Liam?” The name felt like a foreign object on her tongue. He took a step into the dim light of The Raven's Nest, his eyes scanning the room, and then they landed on her. A flicker of surprise, quickly masked, crossed his features. He’d always been good at that, masking. He walked towards her, his gait even and confident, no discernible limp, no hint of the desperation that had clung to him in their youth. “Rory,” he said, his voice deeper, smoother, with an almost imperceptible London inflection she’d never heard before. “Blimey. Rory Carter. Is that really you?” “It’s Aurora now, mostly. Rory’s for close friends.” She offered a small, tight smile. She’d shed ‘Rory’ like a snakeskin years ago, along with her Welsh accent, her old life. Apparently, it hadn’t shed completely. “What on earth are you doing in Soho?” He leaned against the bar a few stools down from her, his gaze sweeping over the familiar clutter of maps and photographs on Silas’s walls. “Business. Just finished up. Thought I’d see if any of the old haunts were still standing.” He met her eyes again, a hint of something unreadable in their depths. “Looks like Silas has done well for himself.” “He has his… quiet spaces,” Rory said, glancing discreetly at Silas, who offered a nearly imperceptible nod. “You look… successful, Liam.” It was an understatement. He radiated an air of effortless wealth, of power. The boy who’d once borrowed twenty quid for a pint and sworn a sob story about a broken dream now looked like he owned the dreams of others. “I manage.” He dismissed it with a casual wave of his hand. “And you, Rory? Still delivering… what was it? Chinese food?” His tone was light, but there was a subtle curiosity, a probing edge that rankled. “Only part-time now. I’ve… moved on.” She didn’t elaborate. She lived above Silas’s bar, she was a part-time delivery driver, she was a lot of things Liam wouldn’t recognise or approve of. She was also a lot more than either of them could have predicted. “Moved on? To what?” He picked up a coaster, turning it over and over in his hands. “Last I heard, you’d vanished from Cardiff. Eva said you were in London, but wouldn’t say where.” “London’s a hard place to find people who don’t want to be found,” she said, her voice hardening slightly. The mention of Eva, her frantic, panicked call to flee, brought a familiar chill. “True enough.” He drained his glass in one gulp. “Still, fancy bumping into you here. Of all the gin joints, in all the towns…” He offered a wry smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You always did have a knack for finding the places with the best stories. Or the worst.” “This place has… character,” she conceded, running her thumb over the crescent scar on her wrist, a nervous habit she’d never managed to kick. Four years since she’d fled Evan’s suffocating grip, two years since she’d found refuge with Silas, and the memory of Cardiff still felt like a phantom limb, an ache that never quite went away. “Character. Yes, that’s a good word for it.” He signaled to Silas. “Another one. And perhaps… for the lady? A celebratory drink, wouldn’t you say? To chance encounters and time marching on.” Rory hesitated. She didn’t want to celebrate anything with Liam O’Connell. Not in this dusty, shadowed bar that held its own secrets. “I’m good, thanks. Long night.” “Nonsense.” He caught Silas’s eye. “Two more. Her usual. And a double single malt, neat, for me.” He turned back to Rory, his gaze direct. “We have years to catch up on, Rory. Don’t tell me you’re off to bed already. Not when fate.” He paused, searching for the right word. “…coincidence has brought us to the same dark corner.” The drink Silas placed before her was a delicate amber liquid, smelling faintly of honey and something floral, something decidedly *not* cheap whiskey. Rory picked it up, her fingers tracing the rim of the unfamiliar glass. It was a gesture, nothing more. A peace offering, perhaps, or a subtle reminder of the man he was, and the man he’d become. A man accustomed to ordering, to having his desires met without question. “You never did tell me why you left Cardiff so suddenly,” Liam said conversationally, as if they’d last parted yesterday, not a lifetime ago. The smile he’d offered earlier had vanished, replaced by a look of genuine, if detached, curiosity. Rory took a slow sip of her drink. It was smooth, warming, and utterly unlike the usual fare at The Raven’s Nest. “Some things you leave behind, Liam. People. Places. They hold you back.” “Is that what I did?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it cut through the ambient noise of the bar. “Hold you back?” She met his green eyes, and for a fleeting moment, she saw the flicker of the old Liam, the one with the easy charm and the ambition that burned too bright, the one who had promised her the world and then almost crushed her under its weight. But it was gone, replaced by something harder, something that had learned to navigate the world with ruthless efficiency. “We all make our choices, Liam.” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken history. She remembered him showing her the faded photograph of his family, his father’s imposing portrait, his mother’s gentle smile. He’d been so determined to escape that gilded cage, to prove himself. And he had. Thoroughly. “And sometimes,” he countered, his voice now laced with a subtle, almost undetectable melancholy, “the choices make us. You seemed so… vibrant back then, Rory. Full of fire. What happened to that fire?” She felt a prickle of defensiveness. “It just… embers, I suppose. Sometimes they glow. You just have to know where to look for them.” She gestured vaguely around the bar. This was her where she found them now. In the quiet hum of Silas’s establishment, in the coded conversations, in the intricate dance of information and discretion. “Rory,” he said, the name now carrying a weight that felt suffocating. “That night… when I got out of Prague… I tried to find you. I went back to Cardiff. Your parents said you’d left. But they wouldn’t tell me where.” A cold knot tightened in her stomach. Prague. He’d never mentioned Prague. Silas’s limp, his early retirement… She’d pieced it together, of course. Whispers, rumours. But Liam had never spoken of it. Her parents, bless their Welsh hearts, had always been fiercely protective, but also easily cowed. Evan had ensured they knew she was a flight risk, a damaged goods. “It was a messy time,” she said, her voice carefully neutral. “For everyone.” “Messy doesn’t begin to cover it.” He traced the rim of his glass. “I lost a lot of people in Prague. Good people. People who trusted me. People… like you trusted me.” A shadow crossed his face, a fleeting glimpse of the weight he carried. “I was so damn sure I could handle it all. That I was… special. Immune.” He finally looked at her, really looked at her, his green eyes holding a depth of pain she recognised, a pain she’d spent years trying to outrun. “And then I found out you were running too. From some bastard. Evan, wasn’t it? I was so furious, Rory. Furious I hadn’t been there. Furious I’d let you slip through my fingers. Furious that I’d been so caught up in my own damn games, I hadn’t seen the trouble you were in.” She swallowed, the sweet liquid suddenly tasting like ash. “You couldn’t have known, Liam.” “Couldn’t I?” He laughed, a short, bitter sound. “We were supposed to be different, weren’t we? Two kids from Cardiff, escaping… all of it. You promised me we’d make something of ourselves. Something real.” He gestured around the opulent bar, the quiet efficiency of Silas’s operations. “Looks like you did, in your own way.” Rory felt a surge of something akin to pride, quickly followed by a wave of exhaustion. “It’s not a life for everyone, Liam.” “It’s a life,” he said, his voice suddenly hollowed. “And I traded everything for it. Everything that mattered.” He looked down at his hands, the perfectly manicured nails, the expensive watch. “You know, I sometimes wonder what would’ve happened if I’d just… stayed. If I’d listened to you. If I’d seen that the real prize wasn’t some shadowy operation, but… us.” The confession hung in the air, a fragile thread of regret spun from years of unspoken words. Rory looked at him, at the man he’d become, the ghost of the boy she’d known. The fire he’d mentioned, it hadn’t gone out in her. It had simply learned to burn hotter, to be more precise. And looking at Liam, she realised his fire had consumed him, leaving behind only ashes and the hollow echo of what might have been. Suddenly, the heavy oak door to The Raven's Nest swung open with a jolt that rattled the glasses on the counter. Two burly men, dressed in dark suits and exuding an air of grim purpose, stepped through. Their eyes, sharp and predatory, swept the room, landing, with unnerving precision, on Liam. Liam’s head snapped up, his carefully constructed calm shattering. His hand instinctively went to his inside jacket pocket. “Ah,” he murmured, his voice losing its smooth edge. “It appears my guests have arrived.” Rory felt a sudden, sharp intake of breath. This was not a casual reunion. This was trouble. And it had just walked right in.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
57.14% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags35
adverbTagCount5
adverbTags
0"The name felt like [like]"
1"He turned back [back]"
2"Liam said conversationally [conversationally]"
3"She gestured vaguely [vaguely]"
4"He gestured around [around]"
dialogueSentences58
tagDensity0.603
leniency1
rawRatio0.143
effectiveRatio0.143
60.26% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2013
totalAiIsmAdverbs16
found
0
adverb"gently"
count1
1
adverb"slightly"
count2
2
adverb"quickly"
count2
3
adverb"really"
count2
4
adverb"completely"
count1
5
adverb"suddenly"
count4
6
adverb"utterly"
count1
7
adverb"carefully"
count2
8
adverb"perfectly"
count1
highlights
0"gently"
1"slightly"
2"quickly"
3"really"
4"completely"
5"suddenly"
6"utterly"
7"carefully"
8"perfectly"
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)
18.03% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2013
totalAiIsms33
found
0
word"flicker"
count3
1
word"glinting"
count1
2
word"etched"
count1
3
word"scanning"
count1
4
word"familiar"
count2
5
word"unreadable"
count1
6
word"depths"
count1
7
word"effortless"
count1
8
word"chill"
count1
9
word"tracing"
count1
10
word"reminder"
count1
11
word"whisper"
count1
12
word"fleeting"
count2
13
word"charm"
count1
14
word"weight"
count3
15
word"navigate"
count1
16
word"unspoken"
count2
17
word"imposing"
count1
18
word"determined"
count1
19
word"coded"
count1
20
word"intricate"
count1
21
word"dance"
count1
22
word"stomach"
count1
23
word"traced"
count1
24
word"echo"
count1
25
word"constructed"
count1
highlights
0"flicker"
1"glinting"
2"etched"
3"scanning"
4"familiar"
5"unreadable"
6"depths"
7"effortless"
8"chill"
9"tracing"
10"reminder"
11"whisper"
12"fleeting"
13"charm"
14"weight"
15"navigate"
16"unspoken"
17"imposing"
18"determined"
19"coded"
20"intricate"
21"dance"
22"stomach"
23"traced"
24"echo"
25"constructed"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"hung in the air"
count2
highlights
0"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells2
narrationSentences110
matches
0"A flicker of surprise"
1"felt a prickle"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences110
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"managed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences132
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen53
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords1
totalWords2009
ratio0
matches
0"not"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions23
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions50
wordCount1385
uniqueNames14
maxNameDensity0.87
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Raven4
Nest4
London2
Rory10
Soho1
Apparently1
Silas12
Liam8
Eva1
Four1
Evan2
Cardiff1
Prague2
Welsh1
persons
0"Nest"
1"Rory"
2"Silas"
3"Liam"
4"Eva"
5"Evan"
places
0"Raven"
1"London"
2"Soho"
3"Cardiff"
4"Prague"
globalScore1
windowScore0.833
19.79% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences96
glossingSentenceCount5
matches
0"felt like a foreign object on her tongu"
1"looked like he owned the dreams of others"
2"quite reach his eyes"
3"felt like a phantom limb, an ache that"
4"something akin to pride, quickly followed by a"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2009
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences132
matches(empty)
84.15% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs43
mean46.72
std20.77
cv0.445
sampleLengths
097
163
263
340
49
535
688
711
864
924
1043
1162
1262
1337
1445
1534
1633
1752
1858
1932
2027
2160
2272
2340
2434
2525
2666
2751
2833
2957
3041
3160
3213
3360
3480
3514
3654
3723
3861
3978
4051
4133
4224
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences110
matches
0"was gone"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs221
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences132
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.75% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount826
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount38
adverbRatio0.04600484261501211
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.007263922518159807
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences132
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences132
mean15.22
std9.37
cv0.615
sampleLengths
027
123
217
330
421
519
623
717
813
96
1027
116
1226
138
149
1535
168
1718
1816
1922
2017
217
2211
2323
249
257
2625
2717
287
2914
3016
315
328
3325
3429
358
3617
378
389
3928
4012
4125
429
4323
4413
4517
4617
4719
4814
499
67.42% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats6
diversityRatio0.4318181818181818
totalSentences132
uniqueOpeners57
95.24% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences105
matches
0"Almost time to pack it"
1"Apparently, it hadn’t shed completely."
2"Suddenly, the heavy oak door"
ratio0.029
0.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount58
totalSentences105
matches
0"Her hand, steady as ever,"
1"It had been a long"
2"His hazel eyes, sharp and"
3"He nursed a dark liquid"
4"she replied, her voice automatically"
5"She glanced at the clock"
6"He took a slow sip"
7"He gestured with his chin"
8"they were still the same"
9"He took a step into"
10"He’d always been good at"
11"He walked towards her, his"
12"he said, his voice deeper,"
13"She offered a small, tight"
14"He leaned against the bar"
15"He met her eyes again,"
16"It was an understatement"
17"He radiated an air of"
18"He dismissed it with a"
19"His tone was light, but"
ratio0.552
31.43% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount90
totalSentences105
matches
0"The jukebox in The Raven's"
1"Rory nudged a half-empty pint"
2"Her hand, steady as ever,"
3"It had been a long"
4"Silas drawled, his voice a"
5"His hazel eyes, sharp and"
6"He nursed a dark liquid"
7"she replied, her voice automatically"
8"She glanced at the clock"
9"Silas chuckled, a dry, rustling"
10"He took a slow sip"
11"He gestured with his chin"
12"Rory followed his gaze, her"
13"The face, when he turned"
14"they were still the same"
15"The name felt like a"
16"He took a step into"
17"A flicker of surprise, quickly"
18"He’d always been good at"
19"He walked towards her, his"
ratio0.857
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences105
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences43
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"He walked towards her, his gait even and confident, no discernible limp, no hint of the desperation that had clung to him in their youth."
1"But it was gone, replaced by something harder, something that had learned to navigate the world with ruthless efficiency."
25.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags35
uselessAdditionCount7
matches
0"He met, a hint of something unreadable in their depths"
1"she said, her voice hardening slightly"
2"He turned back, his gaze direct"
3"Liam said conversationally, as if they’d last parted yesterday, not a lifetime ago"
4"she said, her voice carefully neutral"
5"he said, his voice suddenly hollowed"
6"he murmured, his voice losing its smooth edge"
81.03% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags12
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"Silas drawled (drawl)"
1"she conceded (concede)"
2"He laughed (laugh)"
3"he murmured (murmur)"
dialogueSentences58
tagDensity0.207
leniency0.414
rawRatio0.333
effectiveRatio0.138
76.1415%