Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTYQCYC9712FXZ4H1YV92X1

Run Details

Model:: Gemini 2.5 Pro
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 32.4s
Cost:: $0.032299
Provider:: Google AI Studio

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
90.77%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
80.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
16.90%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
65.64%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
96.65%	Name drop frequency	(details)
0.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
100.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
95.78%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
100.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
94.00%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
55.98%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
0.00%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
83.01%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
68.49%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
28.57%	Technical jargon density	(details)
0.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
7.14%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
72.7646%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert fiction writer.

Always keep the following rules in mind:
- Write in past tense and use General English spelling, grammar, and colloquialisms/slang.
- Write in active voice
- Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle.
- Avoid adverbs and cliches and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions.
- Convey events and story through dialogue.
- Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety.
- Skip "he/she said said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech
- Avoid mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or add unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself.
- Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action.
- Reduce indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe"

When writing text:
- NEVER conclude the scene on your own, follow the beat instructions very closely.
- NEVER end with foreshadowing.
- NEVER write further than what I prompt you with.
- AVOID imagining possible endings, NEVER deviate from the instructions.
- STOP EARLY if the continuation contains what was required in the instructions. You do not need to fill out the full amount of words possible.

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="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Continue the story using the following instructions:
<instructions>
Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.
</instructions>

Model response

The world dissolved into a smear of colour and noise, then snapped back into focus with a jarring suddenness. The damp chill of the London undercroft vanished, replaced by a thick, honeyed warmth that clung to Rory’s skin. She took a breath and the air was heavy, syrupy with the scent of overripe fruit, roasting meat, and something else, something like warm spices and sun-baked earth.

Before her, a landscape of impossible bounty unfolded. A sky of warm, liquid amber cast everything in a perpetual sunset glow. Grapevines, thick as her arm, coiled around alabaster trellises, their leaves a deep, glossy emerald. The grapes that hung from them were the size of small plums, shimmering with an inner light. Orchards stretched to a hazy horizon, trees burdened with fruits of a hundred colours and shapes Rory could not name.

Her hand went to her chest, the Heartstone Pendant a knot of heat against her breastbone, its frantic pulse finally slowing to a contented thrum. It had led them here. To Hel.

“Where the appetite outgrows the soul.” Isolde’s voice was a calm current in the overwhelming sensory tide. She stood beside Rory, her silver hair catching the amber light, her pale lavender eyes taking in the vista. She left no impression on the plush, magenta moss that served as grass.

Nyx coalesced at Rory’s other side, their form less a solid silhouette and more a patch of deeper night carved from the golden air. The light of this place seemed to struggle against their shadowy essence, creating a strange, rippling effect at their edges.

*The air is glutted,* Nyx’s voice whispered, not in her ear, but inside her head, a rustle of dry leaves. *It tastes of want.*

Rory’s fingers found the hilt of the Fae-forged blade tucked into her belt. The moonsilver was a shock of absolute cold, a necessary anchor in the enervating warmth of this realm. They started to walk, moving through an orchard of trees with bark like polished obsidian. Pear-shaped fruits of a piercing blue hung from their branches, each leaking a single, viscous drop of silver liquid that sizzled when it hit the magenta moss. A low, melodic hum vibrated through the soles of her boots, a constant thrum that seemed to emanate from the soil itself.

“What is that sound?”

Isolde gestured with a slender hand towards a river in the distance, a ribbon of deepest crimson cutting through the landscape. “The heart of Dymas. It sings of its thirst.”

They approached the riverbank. It was not water. The scent that rose from it was rich and intoxicating, the aroma of fermented berries and aged oak. It flowed thick and slow, a river of wine. Swirls of darker red eddied on its surface. Rory watched, mesmerized, as a fish with scales of spun gold leaped from the crimson current, its body arching in the amber light before it splashed back into the flow, leaving no ripple.

A feeling of unease began to curdle the wonder. Everything here was too much. The colours were too vibrant, the scents too strong, the hum of the earth too pervasive. It was a beautiful, suffocating perfection. It was a cage gilded with excess.

Nyx drifted ahead, their form becoming less distinct as they moved under the canopy of a colossal, mushroom-like tree. Its wide, flat cap was a canvas of swirling indigo and violet, and from its underside hung clusters of small, bell-shaped pods that chimed with a ghostly music when the warm air stirred them.

*This place is a siren’s song,* their whisper echoed back to her. *It invites you to drown in sweetness.*

Rory tore her gaze from the wine river and followed, her boots sinking slightly into the soft ground. She reached out to touch the trunk of one of the obsidian trees. The bark was smooth and warm, like sun-heated stone. The blue fruit pulsed with a faint internal light, mirroring the pendant against her skin. She pulled her hand back.

They passed from the orchard into a vast, open garden. Here, flowers bloomed in riotous profusion. Some had petals that looked like stained glass, casting fractured rainbows on the moss. Others tracked their movements, their heavy heads turning slowly to follow them as they passed. A patch of lily-like blossoms opened and closed in a silent, synchronised rhythm, releasing puffs of shimmering golden pollen into the air. Rory held her breath as she walked through the cloud, a knot tightening in her gut.

“The Watchful Lilies,” Isolde murmured, her gaze distant. “They see for the master of the house.”

“And report what, exactly?” Rory’s hand tightened on her dagger.

Isolde offered a serene, unhelpful smile. “That which does not belong. That which does not consume.”

Ahead, through a break in the impossible flora, stood a structure. It was less a building and more a grand, open-air pavilion carved from a single piece of what looked like caramelised sugar. Pillars like twisted barley-sugar sticks held up a roof that dripped with solidified amber. A table, longer than any feasting table Rory had ever conceived of, stretched the length of the pavilion. It was empty, yet not. The surface was stained and littered with the ghost of a meal. Golden platters held the translucent memory of roasted beasts. Carafes showed the faint outline of the wines that had filled them. The excess was so profound it had left a permanent stain on the air itself.

The hum was louder here, resolving into the faint echo of music and laughter, the residue of a feast that had ended moments or centuries ago. The syrupy air thickened, heavy with the phantom scent of a thousand decadent dishes. It coated her tongue, a cloying sweetness that made her stomach turn.

Nyx drifted to the head of the immense table, a void of shadow against the glistening structure. Their form wavered, shedding motes of darkness that were swallowed by the amber light before they could touch the ground.

*They ate their fill and yet they starve.*

Rory walked the length of the table, her boots silent on the smooth, sweet-smelling floor. She saw a goblet, seemingly made of spun sugar, lying on its side. Inside, the last dregs of crimson wine clung to the bottom, a single, perfect, un-drying drop. The sight was wrong. It was a moment of consumption frozen in time, an indulgence made eternal. It was a monument to gluttony.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	2
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	7
tagDensity	0.286
leniency	0.571
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

90.77%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

1083

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

adverb	"slowly"
count	1

highlights

0	"slightly"
1	"slowly"

80.00%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions

(empty)

found

"Lily"

100.00%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

16.90%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

1083

totalAiIsms

found

word	"chill"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	2

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"vibrated"
count	1

word	"whisper"
count	1

word	"echoed"
count	1

word	"pulsed"
count	1

word	"fractured"
count	1

word	"structure"
count	2

word	"profound"
count	1

word	"resolving"
count	1

word	"echo"
count	1

word	"stomach"
count	1

word	"glistening"
count	1

word	"wavered"
count	1

word	"perfect"
count	1

highlights

0	"chill"
1	"warmth"
2	"pulse"
3	"vibrated"
4	"whisper"
5	"echoed"
6	"pulsed"
7	"fractured"
8	"structure"
9	"profound"
10	"resolving"
11	"echo"
12	"stomach"
13	"glistening"
14	"wavered"
15	"perfect"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches	0
maxInWindow	0
found	(empty)
highlights	(empty)

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells

narrationSentences

matches

0	"A feeling of unease"

65.64%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"
1	"started to"
2	"began to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	78
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	35
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans

markdownWords

totalWords

1075

ratio

0.027

matches

0	"The air is glutted,"
1	"It tastes of want."
2	"This place is a siren’s song,"
3	"It invites you to drown in sweetness."
4	"They ate their fill and yet they starve."

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	3
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

96.65%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

1031

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.07

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

London	1
Rory	11
Heartstone	1
Pendant	1
Hel	1
Nyx	4
Fae-forged	1
Isolde	4

persons

0	"Rory"
1	"Nyx"
2	"Isolde"

places

0	"London"
1	"Hel"

globalScore

0.967

windowScore

0.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"something like warm spices and sun-baked ear"
1	"thrum that seemed to emanate from the soil itself"
2	"looked like stained glass, casting fractu"
3	"looked like caramelised sugar"
4	"saw a goblet, seemingly made of spun sugar"

100.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

0.93

wordCount

1075

matches

0	"not in her ear, but inside her head, a rustle of dry leaves"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	78
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

46.74

std

29.31

0.627

sampleLengths

0	66
1	73
2	32
3	49
4	44
5	24
6	95
7	4
8	30
9	76
10	43
11	53
12	19
13	60
14	83
15	16
16	10
17	16
18	118
19	52
20	37
21	8
22	67

95.78%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"was stained"
1	"were swallowed"

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount	0
totalVerbs	158
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount	0
semicolonCount	0
flaggedSentences	0
totalSentences	78
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

94.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount

1039

adjectiveStacks

stackExamples

0	"small, bell-shaped pods"

adverbCount

adverbRatio

0.01828681424446583

lyAdverbCount

lyAdverbRatio

0.004812319538017324

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	78
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

13.78

std

6.97

0.506

sampleLengths

0	19
1	19
2	28
3	8
4	13
5	15
6	17
7	20
8	25
9	5
10	2
11	17
12	19
13	13
14	24
15	20
16	20
17	4
18	13
19	18
20	15
21	27
22	22
23	4
24	21
25	9
26	4
27	4
28	18
29	9
30	8
31	33
32	9
33	5
34	16
35	6
36	7
37	19
38	34
39	12
40	7
41	18
42	13
43	9
44	15
45	5
46	10
47	6
48	14
49	15

55.98%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	8
diversityRatio	0.3974358974358974
totalSentences	78
uniqueOpeners	31

0.00%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount	0
totalSentences	73
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

83.01%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"She took a breath and"
1	"Her hand went to her"
2	"It had led them here."
3	"She stood beside Rory, her"
4	"She left no impression on"
5	"It tastes of want."
6	"They started to walk, moving"
7	"They approached the riverbank."
8	"It was not water."
9	"It flowed thick and slow,"
10	"It was a beautiful, suffocating"
11	"It was a cage gilded"
12	"Its wide, flat cap was"
13	"*It invites you to drown"
14	"She reached out to touch"
15	"She pulled her hand back."
16	"They passed from the orchard"
17	"It was less a building"
18	"It was empty, yet not."
19	"It coated her tongue, a"

ratio

0.342

0.00%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The world dissolved into a"
1	"The damp chill of the"
2	"She took a breath and"
3	"A sky of warm, liquid"
4	"Grapevines, thick as her arm,"
5	"The grapes that hung from"
6	"Orchards stretched to a hazy"
7	"Her hand went to her"
8	"It had led them here."
9	"Isolde’s voice was a calm"
10	"She stood beside Rory, her"
11	"She left no impression on"
12	"Nyx coalesced at Rory’s other"
13	"The light of this place"
14	"The air is glutted, Nyx’s"
15	"It tastes of want."
16	"Rory’s fingers found the hilt"
17	"The moonsilver was a shock"
18	"They started to walk, moving"
19	"A low, melodic hum vibrated"

ratio

0.932

68.49%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Before her, a landscape of"

ratio

0.014

28.57%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"The grapes that hung from them were the size of small plums, shimmering with an inner light."
1	"Pear-shaped fruits of a piercing blue hung from their branches, each leaking a single, viscous drop of silver liquid that sizzled when it hit the magenta moss."
2	"Rory watched, mesmerized, as a fish with scales of spun gold leaped from the crimson current, its body arching in the amber light before it splashed back into t…"
3	"Its wide, flat cap was a canvas of swirling indigo and violet, and from its underside hung clusters of small, bell-shaped pods that chimed with a ghostly music …"
4	"Some had petals that looked like stained glass, casting fractured rainbows on the moss."
5	"Pillars like twisted barley-sugar sticks held up a roof that dripped with solidified amber."
6	"The hum was louder here, resolving into the faint echo of music and laughter, the residue of a feast that had ended moments or centuries ago."
7	"It coated her tongue, a cloying sweetness that made her stomach turn."

0.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"Isolde murmured, her gaze distant"

7.14%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Isolde murmured (murmur)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.143

leniency

0.286

rawRatio

effectiveRatio

0.286

72.7646%