Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTYHTM9EVF0Q7YNYGGC28RK

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Duration:
16.9s
Cost:
$0.007187
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 Silas’s hand shattered, spraying shards of cheap crystal across the mahogany bar. "Rory, back away from the tap," Silas commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cut through the Friday night Soho hum. He didn't look at the blood blooming across his palm. He looked at the man stood by the brass rail of the entrance, a ghost in a charcoal-grey Italian wool suit. Aurora froze, a half-poured pint of Guinness trembling in her grip. "Silas? You’re bleeding." "I've had worse from a blunt letter opener. Get the broom." The man at the door stepped into the sickly green glow of the neon sign. Evan. It had to be him, though the Evan Aurora remembered didn't wear three-thousand-pound watches or carry himself with the terrifying, static stillness of a predator. The boy who had bruised her ribs in a Cardiff flat had been loud, messy, and frantic. This version was polished to a Mirror-finish. "Long time, Laila," Evan said. Aurora’s stomach performed a slow, sickening roll. He hadn't used her real name. He used the one he’d invented for her when they were twenty, a name that felt like a collar. "My name is Aurora. And this bar is closed to private functions." "The sign says open." Evan walked forward, his stride devoid of the frantic energy she remembered. He moved like a man who owned the air he breathed. He stopped three feet from the bar, eyes scanning the maps and black-and-white photographs lining the walls of The Raven's Nest. "Quaint. A bit dusty for you, isn't it? You always did have such grand ambitions for a barrister's daughter." Silas moved then, despite the limp in his left leg. He stepped between them, his hazel eyes locking onto Evan’s. He wiped his bloody hand on a rag with a clinical, detached grace. "The lady asked you to leave," Silas said. The silver signet ring on his right hand caught the light. "I don’t like repeating my staff." "Staff?" Evan laughed, a dry, melodic sound. "Is that what we're calling it? I heard you were delivering noodles for a Chinaman in Soho, Rory. I assumed the rumors were just spiteful. But here you are. Reeking of toasted sesame oil and stale stout." Aurora set the pint down. The foam spilled over the side, white and mocking. She looked at Evan’s face. The soft, boyish roundness was gone, replaced by sharp, tectonic angles. A thin, pale scar ran through his left eyebrow. Someone had tried to break him, and they had clearly failed. "What do you want, Evan?" "A drink. For old times." "We don't have enough Gin in London for those times." Evan pulled out a leather stool and sat. He didn't look at Silas, who remained a silent, looming sentinel. Silence stretched, thick as the London fog pressing against the windows. The Raven's Nest felt smaller than usual, the shadows in the corners deepening as if the room itself were recoiling from the guest. "Double scotch. Neat. Something old enough to know better." Silas didn't move. "We're out." "Silas, it’s fine," Aurora said, her voice steadier than she felt. She reached for a bottle of Macallan. Her left wrist felt itchy, the crescent-shaped scar from her childhood hidden beneath the sleeve of her dark jumper. She could feel Evan watching her hands. He always did watch her hands. She poured the amber liquid. The scent of peat and oak rose up, sharp and medicinal. She slid the glass across the wood. "You've changed your hair," Evan remarked, reaching for the scotch. His fingers were manicured. Clean. "Black suits you. It hides the Welsh paleness. Makes you look like a different person entirely. Almost someone I wouldn't recognize if I ran into them in a dark Soho alley." "That was the idea." "And the law degree? Your father must be devastated. All those years of prep, just to end up pulling levers for a man with a limp and a collection of outdated maps." "My father is fine. And I prefer the company here." Evan took a sip, his throat moving rhythmically. He closed his eyes for a second, savoring the burn. "You were always a terrible liar. You hate this. You hate the smell of the grease from the Golden Empress. You hate the way the floorboards creak upstairs. You're waiting for something to happen. You're still that little girl in Cardiff, staring at the rain, waiting for a life that actually matters to start." "My life matters." "Does it? You’re a ghost, Aurora. You fled Cardiff like a thief in the night. You left a trail of unpaid bills and broken promises. Eva tells me you don't even call home anymore." "You talked to Eva?" The name felt like a betrayal. "She’s concerned. We’re all concerned. It’s been five years. Don't you think the penance has lasted long enough?" Silas leaned forward, his large, scarred hands resting heavily on the bar. "You're talking a lot, son. But you aren't saying anything. People who come in here usually have a point. Or they're looking for a way out. Which one are you?" Evan turned his head slowly to look at Silas. He didn't flinch. "I'm the way out. For her." "I didn't ask for a map," Aurora intervened. "You never did. You always preferred wandering into the bush and hoping the lions weren't hungry." Evan reached into his breast pocket and pulled out an envelope. Thick, cream-colored, expensive. He slid it across the bar. It came to rest right in front of her. Aurora didn't touch it. "What is that?" "A return ticket. And the deed to the flat on Richmond Crescent. It’s in your name now. Fully paid. No more hiding in Soho. No more delivering lukewarm duck to accountants." The room seemed to pulse. Aurora looked at the envelope, then at Evan. The cruelty in his eyes hadn't vanished; it had simply been refined. The boy who hit had become the man who bought. It was the same cage, just gilded with better materials. "Why?" "Because the city is small, Laila. And I'm tired of looking for you." "I'm not going back to Cardiff. Not with you." Evan stood up, leaving the scotch half-finished. He adjusted his cuffs, the gold links clicking against his sleeves. "I didn't say I was going back with you. I've moved my practice to Mayfair. I'm only ten minutes away by car. I just want you where you belong." "I belong here." "You belong under my protection. You always did. You’re too smart for your own good, and too fragile for the world you've chosen." Silas let out a short, sharp bark of a laugh. "Fragile? This girl survived Cardiff. She survived the streets. And she’s survived you for the last ten minutes without breaking a glass." Evan ignored him. He looked at Aurora, his gaze lingering on her throat, her wrists, her eyes. "Keep the envelope. Think about the life you're leading. Look at your hands, Aurora. They're red from the dishwater and the cold. They should be holding a pen. Or me." He turned to leave, his shoes echoing on the hardwood. He stopped at the door, the green neon casting a sickly aura around his silhouette. "I'll be at the Connaught tomorrow night. Eight o'clock. Don't be late." As the door swung shut, the silence he left behind was heavier than the noise he'd brought. Aurora stared at the cream envelope. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. "Rory," Silas said softly. "I'm fine, Silas." "The hell you are. You're shaking." She looked down. Her hands were indeed trembling, the small crescent scar on her wrist vivid against her pale skin. She reached out, her fingers brushing the thick paper of the envelope. It felt heavy. It felt like a trapdoor. "He think he knows me," she whispered. "He knows the girl he broke," Silas replied, his voice surprisingly gentle. He picked up the envelope and held it over the candle burning at the end of the bar. "The question is, do you?" Aurora snatched the envelope out of his hand before the flame could catch. She didn't put it down. She tucked it into her pocket, the weight of it dragging at her hip. "I need some air." "It's raining, Rory." "I don't care." She shoved past the bar flap and ran toward the door. The Soho air was sharp, smelling of wet asphalt and cigarette smoke. She saw the tail-lights of a black Mercedes disappearing around the corner of Old Compton Street. He was gone, but the gravity of him remained, pulling at her, trying to drag her back into the orbit of a life she’d died to escape. She began to walk, her pace quickening into a jog, then a sprint. She didn't know where she was going until she saw the red and black sign of the Golden Empress. The kitchen window was steamed up, Yu-Fei’s silhouette moving frantically behind the glass. Aurora stopped, gasping for breath. She reached into her pocket and felt the envelope. She thought of the flat in Cardiff. The tall windows. The quiet. The safety. Then she thought of the way Evan’s thumb used to press into the soft skin of her throat when he was angry. She pulled the envelope out, ready to tear it into a thousand pieces and scatter them into the gutter. A hand clamped over her mouth. The scent of expensive cologne and damp wool filled her senses. Soft, manicured fingers gripped her shoulder, digging into the bone. "I knew you wouldn't wait until tomorrow," the voice whispered into her ear. The envelope slipped from her numb fingers, landing in a dirty puddle as she was dragged backward into the darkness of the alley.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags14
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"The name felt like [like]"
1"Silas said softly [softly]"
dialogueSentences52
tagDensity0.269
leniency0.538
rawRatio0.143
effectiveRatio0.077
93.93% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1648
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
1
adverb"softly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
1"softly"
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)
57.52% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1648
totalAiIsms14
found
0
word"shattered"
count1
1
word"crystal"
count1
2
word"predator"
count1
3
word"stomach"
count1
4
word"scanning"
count1
5
word"eyebrow"
count1
6
word"looming"
count1
7
word"sentinel"
count1
8
word"silence"
count2
9
word"could feel"
count1
10
word"pulse"
count1
11
word"echoing"
count1
12
word"weight"
count1
highlights
0"shattered"
1"crystal"
2"predator"
3"stomach"
4"scanning"
5"eyebrow"
6"looming"
7"sentinel"
8"silence"
9"could feel"
10"pulse"
11"echoing"
12"weight"
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
narrationSentences104
matches
0"was angry"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences104
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
1"seemed to"
2"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences142
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen54
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1636
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions14
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions62
wordCount1023
uniqueNames21
maxNameDensity1.66
worstName"Evan"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Evan"
discoveredNames
Silas11
Friday1
Soho2
Italian1
Guinness1
Evan17
Aurora12
Cardiff2
Mirror-finish1
Raven2
Nest2
London1
Macallan1
Thick1
Mercedes1
Old1
Compton1
Street1
Golden1
Empress1
Yu-Fei1
persons
0"Silas"
1"Guinness"
2"Evan"
3"Aurora"
4"Raven"
5"Nest"
6"Mercedes"
7"Yu-Fei"
places
0"Friday"
1"Soho"
2"Cardiff"
3"Mirror-finish"
4"London"
5"Old"
6"Compton"
7"Street"
globalScore0.669
windowScore0.5
86.71% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences79
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"felt like a collar"
1"felt like a betrayal"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1636
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences142
matches
0"rasp that cut"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs66
mean24.79
std19.34
cv0.78
sampleLengths
015
153
214
311
465
55
632
712
867
933
1025
1144
1250
135
145
1510
1653
179
185
1950
2023
2146
224
2332
2410
2572
263
2734
2810
2918
3042
3118
328
3345
347
3531
3645
371
3813
399
4047
413
4223
4332
4447
4525
4612
4733
484
493
81.65% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount7
totalSentences104
matches
0"was polished"
1"was gone"
2"were manicured"
3"been refined"
4"was gone"
5"was steamed"
6"was dragged"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs180
matches
0"were recoiling"
1"was going"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount1
flaggedSentences1
totalSentences142
ratio0.007
matches
0"The cruelty in his eyes hadn't vanished; it had simply been refined."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1035
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount25
adverbRatio0.024154589371980676
lyAdverbCount11
lyAdverbRatio0.010628019323671498
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences142
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences142
mean11.52
std8.47
cv0.735
sampleLengths
015
122
210
321
411
53
611
715
81
925
1017
117
125
137
146
1519
1612
1716
1811
1921
2019
2110
2210
2313
248
2511
266
277
2837
295
309
315
3211
339
3411
355
365
3710
388
3911
4011
4123
429
433
442
4511
467
4719
487
496
38.03% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats17
diversityRatio0.2605633802816901
totalSentences142
uniqueOpeners37
34.72% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences96
matches
0"Then she thought of the"
ratio0.01
36.67% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount44
totalSentences96
matches
0"He didn't look at the"
1"He looked at the man"
2"It had to be him,"
3"He hadn't used her real"
4"He used the one he’d"
5"He moved like a man"
6"He stopped three feet from"
7"He stepped between them, his"
8"He wiped his bloody hand"
9"She looked at Evan’s face."
10"He didn't look at Silas,"
11"She reached for a bottle"
12"Her left wrist felt itchy,"
13"She could feel Evan watching"
14"He always did watch her"
15"She poured the amber liquid."
16"She slid the glass across"
17"His fingers were manicured."
18"He closed his eyes for"
19"He didn't flinch."
ratio0.458
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount92
totalSentences96
matches
0"The glass in Silas’s hand"
1"Silas commanded, his voice a"
2"He didn't look at the"
3"He looked at the man"
4"Aurora froze, a half-poured pint"
5"The man at the door"
6"It had to be him,"
7"The boy who had bruised"
8"This version was polished to"
9"Aurora’s stomach performed a slow,"
10"He hadn't used her real"
11"He used the one he’d"
12"Evan walked forward, his stride"
13"He moved like a man"
14"He stopped three feet from"
15"Silas moved then, despite the"
16"He stepped between them, his"
17"He wiped his bloody hand"
18"The silver signet ring on"
19"Evan laughed, a dry, melodic"
ratio0.958
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences96
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences50
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"The boy who had bruised her ribs in a Cardiff flat had been loud, messy, and frantic."
1"The Raven's Nest felt smaller than usual, the shadows in the corners deepening as if the room itself were recoiling from the guest."
17.86% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags14
uselessAdditionCount3
matches
0"Evan walked, his stride devoid of the frantic energy she remembered"
1"Aurora said, her voice steadier than she felt"
2"Silas replied, his voice surprisingly gentle"
92.31% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags8
fancyCount3
fancyTags
0"Evan laughed (laugh)"
1"she whispered (whisper)"
2"the voice whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences52
tagDensity0.154
leniency0.308
rawRatio0.375
effectiveRatio0.115
79.6464%