Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTYQT519HQZMGYKT2RB9AXR

Run Details

Duration:
1m 4s
Cost:
$0.068814
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
Ice clattered into the heavy tumbler, cracking the silence of the afternoon lull. I poured the amber whiskey—single malt, the good stuff Silas usually hid from the tourists—and slid it across the scarred mahogany surface. "On the house," I said. "You look like you need it." The man at the end of the bar, a slumped figure in a soaked trench coat, didn't argue. He grasped the glass with a trembling hand, the knuckles white against the dark liquor. Outside, the Soho rain hammered against the pavement, muffling the distant roar of London traffic, but inside The Raven's Nest, the air stood still, smelling of old tobacco and lemon polish. The front door chimed. A sharp, cheerful sound that had no business in a place like this. I didn't look up immediately. "We're not serving food until six." "I'm not hungry, Rory." The glass in my hand slipped. It didn't break—I caught it against my chest with a reflex born of three years looking over my shoulder—but the ice water sloshed down my apron. Cold shock. I knew that voice. It belonged to summer afternoons in Cardiff and whispered secrets under duvet covers. It belonged to a life I had incinerated. I looked up. Eva stood in the entrance, framed by the sickly green glow of the neon sign buzzed above the door. She looked wrong. The Eva I knew wore oversized jumpers and scuffed trainers. This woman wore sharp, Italian tailoring—a lovely long beige cashmere coat that probably cost more than my rent for the year. Her blonde hair, once frizzy and wild, hung in precise, chemically straightened sheets around a face that had lost its softness. "Eva," I said. The name tasted like ash. "Found you." She stepped inside, her heels clicking a rhythmic *clack-clack* on the floorboards. She shook a wet umbrella, scattering droplets onto Silas’s clean floor. The back room door creaked open. Silas emerged, wiping his hands on a rag. His eyes—hazel, sharp, missing nothing—flicked from me to Eva, then settled on the tension wire strung between us. He favored his left leg as he moved behind the bar, his limp more pronounced in the damp weather. "Friend of yours, Aurora?" His voice was low, gravel rolling in a cement mixer. He only used my full name when he sensed danger. "We grew up together," I said, putting the glass down. My hand wasn't shaking. I made sure of that. "What are you doing here, Eva?" "London is a big city, but not infinite." She walked to the bar, scanning the peeling maps on the walls, the dusty framed photos, the gloom. Her nose wrinkled. A faint twitch. "Charming. Very... rustic." "It's a dive," I said. "Cut the crap. How did you find me?" She pulled a stool out and sat, perching on the edge as if the vinyl might bite her. "Your mother. She let it slip to Brendan that you were working off the books in Soho. A few inquiries, a few pounds in the right pockets... and here we are." "My father doesn't talk to my mother," I said. "Things change." She placed a leather handbag on the bar. "Aren't you going to offer me a drink? For old times' sake?" "We don't serve cosmopolitans," Silas said, leaning against the back counter. He crossed his arms, the silver signet ring on his right hand catching the dim light. Eva’s smile didn't reach her eyes. Those eyes were tight, framed by makeup that was trying too hard to conceal the fatigue beneath. "White wine. Dry. And a glass of water." I grabbed a bottle of Pinot Grigio, the cork popping with a hollow thud. As I poured, I watched her hands. Manicured. French tips. But her cuticles were chewed raw. "You look well," she lied, taking the glass. "City life suits you. Though I didn't picture you as a... barmaid." "Delivery driver, mostly," I corrected, watching the wine settle in her glass. "The bar is just to pay the extra bills." "Still running, then." "I'm standing still, Eva. You're the one who drove three hours to ambush me." She took a long sip, leaving a dark plum lipstick stain on the rim. "Evan asks about you." The name landed like a grenade. I felt the phantom itch on my left wrist, right over the crescent scar. I gripped the bar tightly. "Don't." "He's worried, Rory. He thinks you're in trouble. Living in squalor, wasting that brilliant legal mind of yours delivering greasy noodles." "I'm sure his concern is touching," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "Did he send you?" "I'm here because I'm your friend." "Friends don't dig up corpses." Silas moved then, shifting a heavy crate of limes with a thud that made Eva jump. "The lady seems uncomfortable, Aurora. Perhaps she's finished her drink." Eva ignored him, her gaze locking onto mine. "He's changed, Rory. Really. He's in therapy. He started a charity. He's... he's sorry." "He broke my ribs, Eva." "He was under pressure! The bar exams, his father's expectations..." She leaned forward, her expensive coat falling open. "He loves you. He just wants to talk. To explain." "There is nothing to explain." "He has a ring," she whispered, the words rushing out now. "He held onto it. Three years, Rory. He keeps it in his desk. He says—" "Stop." I slammed my hand down. "Why are you doing this? You were the one who told me to run. You packed my bag. You drove me to the station while he was at the pub." Eva looked down at her wine. Her finger traced the stem of the glass. "I was wrong." "You were terrified." "I was jealous!" The shout echoed in the small room. The damp man at the end of the bar looked up from his whiskey, startled, then retreated back into his collar. Eva’s composure cracked. The brittle shell shattered. "I was jealous," she hissed, leaning over the bar. "Because he picked you. He always picked you. You with your sulking and your books and your *moods*. He wanted you. And you threw him away like trash." I stared at her. The realisation trickled down my spine, cold and viscous. "Eva. You didn't... you and Evan?" She straightened up, smoothing her coat, pulling the fabric tight across her chest. "We're happy. We're getting married in June." Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. The distinct neon buzz from the sign outside sounded like a dying insect. "He hit you yet?" I asked. Eva flinched. It was microscopic, a tiny contraction of the pupils, a tightening of the jaw. "He's passionate. He has a temper. But he manages it." "Show me." "Don't be ridiculous." "Show me," I repeated. "If he's changed, if he's a saint, show me your arms. Show me your back." "I don't have to prove anything to a dropout waitress." She grabbed her bag, knuckles straining. "I came here to invite you. To the wedding. To offer you an olive branch. And maybe, just maybe, to get you to sign the quitclaim on the cottage." "The cottage?" "His grandmother's place in Tenby. Your name is still on the deed from when you two... bought it together." She dug into her bag and slapped a thick envelope onto the wet mahogany. "The lawyers need your signature. He wants it clean. Essential for his political campaign." "Political campaign?" Silas asked, his eyebrows raising. "He's running for council," Eva said, lifting her chin. "He's going to be someone. Unlike some people." I looked at the envelope. It was heavy, cream-coloured linen paper. Official. Final. "I'm not signing that," I said. Eva froze. "What?" "I paid the deposit on that cottage. With the money from my gran. It's the only leverage I have." "He'll sue you. He'll ruin you. Brendan is already drafting the papers." "Let him try." Eva stared at me, and for a second, the mask dropped completely. I didn't see a friend. I saw a desperate, drowning woman who needed to drag someone else under to breathe. She wasn't here to invite me. She was here to erase me. To scrub the last stain of Evan’s past failure so she could play the perfect wife of the perfect councilman. "You selfish bitch," she whispered. "Get out," Silas said. He didn't shout. He didn't have to. The authority in his voice was a physical weight. "Tab's settled. Leave." Eva stood up, her chair screeching against the floor. She looked at me with venom that bordered on madness. "You think you're safe here?" She gestured around the dim bar. "You think hiding in a hole makes you invisible? He knows where you are now. I made sure of that." My blood ran cold. "What did you do?" She smiled, a jagged, broken thing. She reached up to her neck and adjusted her scarf, and as she did, the fabric slipped. Fresh purple bruises bloomed across her collarbone, shaped distinctively like fingertips. Five of them. "I told him you approached me," Eva said softly. "I told him you wanted money. That you were threatening to go to the press about his 'temper' unless he paid up. I told him you were coming for him, Rory." "Why?" I breathed. "Because he needs a villain," she said, buttoning her coat. "And as long as he's angry at you, he's not hitting me quite so hard." She turned and walked to the door. "Eva!" I shouted, coming around the bar. She paused, hand on the brass latch. "He's coming, Rory. Monday. He wants to settle this 'face to face.'" The bell chimed again, cheerful and vacuous, as the door slammed shut behind her. I stood frozen in the middle of the room. The Envelope sat on the bar, a white tombstone. Silas limped over to the window, peering through the blinds at the retreating figure merging into the rainy greys of Soho. He watched for a long moment, then turned to me. His face was grim, soldier-hard. "Lock the door," he ordered. "Silas—" "Lock it. Now." He moved behind the bar, reaching not for the whiskey, but for the hidden catch under the register that opened the safe. "And go upstairs. Pack a bag. Small. essentials only." "He's coming Monday," I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "We have time." Silas pulled a heavy black pistol from the safe and checked the chamber. *Clack-clack.* The sound echoed the noise of Eva's heels. "She lied," Silas said, sliding the gun into his waistband. "Look at the street, Aurora." I rushed to the window. Down the block, a black saloon car idled at the curb. The window was rolled down. Eva was leaning into it, speaking to the driver. The driver turned his head. Even through the rain and the distance, I knew that profile. The sharp jaw, the way he held a cigarette. Evan. He looked straight at the window. He smiled. "He's not coming Monday," Silas said, flipping the sign on the door to *Closed*. "He's here."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags36
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"She gestured around [around]"
1"Eva said softly [softly]"
dialogueSentences91
tagDensity0.396
leniency0.791
rawRatio0.056
effectiveRatio0.044
86.47% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1848
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"very"
count1
1
adverb"tightly"
count1
2
adverb"really"
count1
3
adverb"completely"
count1
4
adverb"softly"
count1
highlights
0"very"
1"tightly"
2"really"
3"completely"
4"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)
59.42% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1848
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"silence"
count2
1
word"rhythmic"
count1
2
word"flicked"
count1
3
word"tension"
count1
4
word"scanning"
count1
5
word"gloom"
count1
6
word"traced"
count1
7
word"echoed"
count2
8
word"shattered"
count1
9
word"down my spine"
count1
10
word"perfect"
count2
11
word"weight"
count1
highlights
0"silence"
1"rhythmic"
2"flicked"
3"tension"
4"scanning"
5"gloom"
6"traced"
7"echoed"
8"shattered"
9"down my spine"
10"perfect"
11"weight"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"blood ran cold"
count1
highlights
0"blood ran cold"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences136
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences136
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences191
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen33
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans4
markdownWords4
totalWords1839
ratio0.002
matches
0"clack-clack"
1"moods"
2"Clack-clack."
3"Closed"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions33
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
33.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions39
wordCount1163
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity1.38
worstName"Eva"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Eva"
discoveredNames
Silas11
Soho2
London1
Raven1
Nest1
Cardiff1
Eva16
Italian1
Pinot1
Grigio1
Evan2
Envelope1
persons
0"Silas"
1"Eva"
2"Italian"
3"Evan"
places
0"Soho"
1"London"
2"Raven"
3"Cardiff"
globalScore0.812
windowScore0.333
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences85
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"sounded like a dying insect"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.544
wordCount1839
matches
0"not for the whiskey, but for the hidden catch under the register"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences191
matches
0"knew that voice"
1"knew that profile"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs94
mean19.56
std14.86
cv0.759
sampleLengths
035
111
264
317
411
54
634
725
83
974
108
1125
1251
1324
1425
1535
1613
1749
189
1922
2027
2131
2230
2320
2421
253
2614
2718
286
2920
3021
3117
326
335
3426
3522
365
3728
385
3926
4036
4117
423
433
4428
4544
4619
4720
4818
496
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences136
matches
0"were chewed"
1"was rolled"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs218
matches
0"wasn't shaking"
83.02% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount7
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences4
totalSentences191
ratio0.021
matches
0"I poured the amber whiskey—single malt, the good stuff Silas usually hid from the tourists—and slid it across the scarred mahogany surface."
1"It didn't break—I caught it against my chest with a reflex born of three years looking over my shoulder—but the ice water sloshed down my apron."
2"This woman wore sharp, Italian tailoring—a lovely long beige cashmere coat that probably cost more than my rent for the year."
3"His eyes—hazel, sharp, missing nothing—flicked from me to Eva, then settled on the tension wire strung between us."
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1172
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"heavy, cream-coloured linen"
adverbCount25
adverbRatio0.021331058020477817
lyAdverbCount11
lyAdverbRatio0.00938566552901024
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences191
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences191
mean9.63
std6.88
cv0.714
sampleLengths
013
122
25
36
418
515
631
74
813
95
106
114
126
1326
142
154
1613
178
183
1919
203
2110
2221
2321
243
255
2614
2711
286
298
3018
3119
3214
3310
3410
354
365
376
3826
393
403
413
425
438
4418
4531
469
4710
4812
4911
44.68% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats18
diversityRatio0.32460732984293195
totalSentences191
uniqueOpeners62
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences116
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount65
totalSentences116
matches
0"I poured the amber whiskey—single"
1"He grasped the glass with"
2"I didn't look up immediately."
3"It didn't break—I caught it"
4"I knew that voice."
5"It belonged to summer afternoons"
6"It belonged to a life"
7"I looked up."
8"She looked wrong."
9"Her blonde hair, once frizzy"
10"She stepped inside, her heels"
11"She shook a wet umbrella,"
12"His eyes—hazel, sharp, missing nothing—flicked"
13"He favored his left leg"
14"His voice was low, gravel"
15"He only used my full"
16"I said, putting the glass"
17"My hand wasn't shaking."
18"I made sure of that."
19"She walked to the bar,"
ratio0.56
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount108
totalSentences116
matches
0"Ice clattered into the heavy"
1"I poured the amber whiskey—single"
2"The man at the end"
3"He grasped the glass with"
4"The front door chimed."
5"A sharp, cheerful sound that"
6"I didn't look up immediately."
7"The glass in my hand"
8"It didn't break—I caught it"
9"I knew that voice."
10"It belonged to summer afternoons"
11"It belonged to a life"
12"I looked up."
13"Eva stood in the entrance,"
14"She looked wrong."
15"The Eva I knew wore"
16"This woman wore sharp, Italian"
17"Her blonde hair, once frizzy"
18"The name tasted like ash."
19"She stepped inside, her heels"
ratio0.931
86.21% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences116
matches
0"To scrub the last stain"
1"Even through the rain and"
ratio0.017
87.91% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences39
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"Her blonde hair, once frizzy and wild, hung in precise, chemically straightened sheets around a face that had lost its softness."
1"Those eyes were tight, framed by makeup that was trying too hard to conceal the fatigue beneath."
2"She straightened up, smoothing her coat, pulling the fabric tight across her chest."
27.78% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags36
uselessAdditionCount7
matches
0"She stepped, her heels clicking a rhythmic *clack-clack* on the floorboards"
1"I said, my voice dropping an octave"
2"She leaned, her expensive coat falling open"
3"she whispered, the words rushing out now"
4"She grabbed, knuckles straining"
5"Silas asked, his eyebrows raising"
6"I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird"
40.11% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags26
fancyCount10
fancyTags
0"she lied (lie)"
1"I corrected (correct)"
2"she whispered (whisper)"
3"she hissed (hiss)"
4"I repeated (repeat)"
5"she whispered (whisper)"
6"I breathed (breathe)"
7"I shouted (shout)"
8"he ordered (order)"
9"I stammered (stammer)"
dialogueSentences91
tagDensity0.286
leniency0.571
rawRatio0.385
effectiveRatio0.22
78.0975%