NC Bench
Overview
About
Tests
Models
Vendors
Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTYR9XN2W3ADF2KAAK0TGGS
Run Details
Model:
Gemini 3 Flash (Preview)
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Romance: separated couple reunites
Duration:
21.5s
Cost:
$0.010176
Provider:
Google AI Studio
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
94.84%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
61.28%
AI-ism word frequency
(details)
100.00%
Cliché density
(details)
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
(details)
44.33%
Filter word density
(details)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
(details)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
(details)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
(details)
93.73%
Name drop frequency
(details)
52.60%
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)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
62.94%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
88.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
45.80%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
39.68%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
67.62%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
13.57%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
0.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
86.51%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
78.3634%
Overall
Model input
System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance 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="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</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 romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. 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
Messages
Meta
AI
The third deadbolt groaned, a
stubborn metallic protest that mirrored the knot tightening in Rory’s
stomach
.
She shoved the heavy oak
door with her shoulder, expecting the
familiar
resistance of Brick Lane’s humid air and the cloying scent of turmeric from the curry house below.
Instead, she hit a wall
of charcoal wool and expensive, cold
silk
. "You're late, Aurora." The voice was a low, melodic friction.
Rory recoiled, her shoulder-length black
hair whipping across her face as she stumbled back into the cramped entryway of Eva’s flat.
She reached for the umbrella
stand, her fingers instinctively seeking a weapon, before her brain registered the ivory handle of the cane held
loosely
in a pale hand. "Lucien."
The name felt like ground
glass in her throat.
She hadn't seen him since
the night in Marseille, the night the sky turned a bruised purple and he’d left her standing on a pier with nothing but a fake passport and a warning never to return to the Continent. "A charming greeting. I see London hasn't softened your edges."
Lucien Moreau stepped over the
threshold without an invitation, the clicking of his cane on the hardwood floor sounding like a countdown.
He looked exactly as he
had three years ago—impeccably tailored, his platinum blond hair slicked back without a single strand out of place.
The dim hallway light caught
his eyes, highlighting the jarring discord of one amber iris and one abyss-black. "Get out." "I prefer the view from inside. Brick Lane is... loud." "Eva isn't here. And I’m certainly not on your payroll anymore."
Rory backed into the main
living area, nearly tripping over a stack of ancient, leather-bound scrolls.
The flat was a labyrinth
of Eva’s research, smelling of dust, old parchment, and the lingering grease of the Golden Empress takeout she’d delivered to herself an hour ago.
Ptolemy, the ginger tabby, hissed
from his perch atop a pile of Latin lexicons and vanished behind a moth-eaten
velvet
curtain.
Lucien ignored the clutter, his
gaze roaming the room with a clinical, predatory grace.
He stopped at a small
wooden table where Rory’s Cardiff University law textbooks sat gathering dust next to a stack of delivery receipts. "Delivery person. How the mighty have tumbled." "It’s honest work. No demons. No silver blades. No French fixers dripping with ulterior motives." "You always did have a flair for the dramatic, chérie." "Don't call me that."
Rory straightened her spine, her
5'6" frame feeling much smaller than his lean, 5'11" height.
She crossed her arms, pointedly
hiding the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist beneath the sleeve of her jumper. "Why are you in London? Why are you in my flat?" "Technically, it is Eva’s flat. And I am here because someone is looking for Laila."
The blood drained from Rory’s
face.
Laila was the name she’d
used in the Underground.
The name she thought she’d
buried in the Mediterranean.
She moved toward the kitchen
alcove, her movements jagged, needing the physical barrier of the breakfast bar between them. "Laila's dead. She died in the harbor." "Then her ghost is remarkably active. She just broke a courier’s nose outside a certain Soho club last Tuesday." "He
tried to
touch my bag. It was a reflex." "A reflex that cost me three thousand Euros to keep out of the magisterial reports." Lucien leaned his cane against the counter and
began to
peel off his leather gloves, finger by slow finger. The air in the flat felt thicker,
charged
with the static electricity that always accompanied his presence. Being near him was like standing too close to a live wire; you knew it would burn, but the heat was addictive. "I didn't ask for your help." "You never do. It is your most infuriating quality." "I left that life, Lucien. I deliver noodles and I read law cases that I’ll never actually argue in court. I’m a nobody."
He moved then, faster than
human eyes could track. One moment he was by the scrolls, the next he was leaning over the counter, his face inches from hers. The scent of him—sandalwood, rain, and something metallic like a coming storm—overwhelmed the smell of curry and dust. "You are Malphora’s daughter,"
he whispered, his amber eye
glowing with a faint, inner light. "You could never be a nobody. Even if you spent the rest of your life hiding in this... smelling salt of a city." Rory didn't flinch.
She leaned in, her blue
eyes icy. "My father was an Irish barrister. My mother taught Year Six. They’re as human as the dirt in Cardiff." "And your grandfather? The one who vanished in the Avaros rift?" "Stop it. Just tell me what you want and leave before I call the police." "The police? In this neighborhood? They wouldn't even find the body until the cat got hungry." Lucien reached out, his gloved hand hovering near her cheek before he caught himself and gripped the edge of the counter instead. His knuckles were white. "Evan is in London." The name hit like a physical blow. The room
seemed to
tilt, the shadows in the corners stretching and twisting. Evan. The reason she’d fled to London. The reason her ribs still ached when the weather turned cold. "He can't be. He’s in prison. You told me—" "I told you he was handled. I didn't say he was erased." "You lied." "I managed the situation. But the situation has evolved. He’s working with a faction from the Lower Circles. They think you have the Key." "What Key? I don't have anything but a bicycle and a mountain of student debt!" Rory felt a sob of frustration building in her chest and shoved it down.
She wouldn't cry in front
of him. Never again.
She reached for a glass
of water, her hand shaking so violently the liquid sloshed over the rim. Lucien reached across and took the glass from her. His bare hand brushed hers, and the contact sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated heat up her arm. She
tried to
pull away, but he held her wrist, his thumb pressing right against the small, crescent-shaped scar. "You're shaking, Rory." "I'm angry." "You're terrified. As you should be." "Then leave. If they're looking for me, being seen with a half-demon fixer isn't going to help my 'nobody' status." Lucien pulled her closer, the counter the only thing between them.
His black eye seemed to
swallow the light of the room, turning his gaze into a void. "I didn't come here to offer advice. I came to take you to the safe house." "No. I’m not going anywhere with you. The last time I trusted you, I woke up in a different country with blood on my hands." "That blood wasn't yours." "It was on my hands!"
she shouted, her voice echoing
in the small flat. Ptolemy yowled from the bedroom. "I spent months trying to scrub the smell of that basement out of my skin. I worked so hard to be normal, Lucien. To be Aurora. To be the girl my parents thought they raised." "That girl is a fiction."
He let go of her
wrist, but his presence remained an anchor, pulling her toward him.
He reached into his suit
jacket and pulled out a small,
velvet
pouch.
He emptied it onto the
counter. A silver ring tumbled out, engraved with
runes that seemed to pulse with a low, thrumming hum
. Rory stared at it. "That’s my mother’s." "It was found in the possession of one of Evan’s associates. They took it from the house in Cardiff." "My parents—are they—?" "They are safe. For now. I have Silas’s people watching the house. But they won't stay safe if you stay here." Rory reached for the ring, her fingers trembling. As she touched the silver, a spark jumped, stinging her skin. She sucked in a breath, the reality of her
carefully
constructed
life crumbling like wet sand. "Why do you care?"
she asked, her voice small
. "You’ve always been about the price, Lucien. What’s the fee for saving my family? My soul? Information on the Avaros gates?" Lucien leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. His breath was warm, a
stark
contrast to the cold calculation of his words. "The price is your presence. I find I am bored when you aren't around to try and kill me." "You're a sociopath." "I’m a realist. And the reality is that there is a black SUV idling around the corner of Brick Lane that wasn't there ten minutes ago." Rory looked toward the door, then back at the window that overlooked the street. The neon sign of the curry house
flickered
, casting
rhythmic
splashes of red and yellow across the stacks of books. Below, the muffled sound of a car door slamming shut cut through the ambient noise of the city. "They're here, aren't they?" Lucien picked up his cane, the tip tapping the floor with a final, decisive sound. "I told you. You’re late, Aurora." He grabbed her arm, his grip firm and uncompromising. "Wait, I need my—" "You need nothing but to move." He pulled her toward the back fire escape, the iron stairs a rusted skeleton against the brickwork. As he kicked the window frame open, the front door of the flat didn't just open—it exploded. The wood splintered into a thousand jagged shards, and a shadow that was far too large and far too hungry poured into the narrow hallway. Rory didn't look back. She climbed onto the landing, the cold rain of a London evening finally beginning to fall. "Lucien, the cane!" she hissed. He didn't use the blade. He reached into his pocket and threw a handful of something that looked like salt but burned like phosphorus. A wall of white flame erupted in the living room, masking their exit. "Down," he commanded, shoving her toward the ladder. They scrambled down the slick metal, the salt-smell of the flame and the rot of the alleyway filling Rory’s lungs. When her feet hit the pavement, she
started to
run toward her delivery bike, but Lucien caught her by the collar of her jumper. "The car, Rory. Unless you want to see how fast that Vespa goes against a Hell-hound." "A what?" He shoved her toward a sleek, black Bentley parked in the shadows of a loading bay. As he fumbled with the key fob, a low, guttural growl
echoed
from the roof of the flat they’d just vacated. A massive, canine shape, its eyes glowing the same sickly yellow as the streetlights, perched on the edge of the brickwork. It tensed, its muscles rippling like liquid obsidian, preparing to leap. "Get in!" Lucien roared, throwing the door open. Rory dived into the leather interior, the smell of luxury a bizarre contrast to the terror vibrating in her bones. Lucien jumped into the driver’s seat, the engine
roaring
to life with a predatory snarl. "Where are we going?" "To someone who can actually protect you. And then, we are going to find Evan." "And if I don't want to find him?" Lucien shoved the car into gear, the tires screaming as he swung the heavy vehicle into the narrow street. "Then you’d better start liking the taste of charcoal, because that dog isn't here for the scraps." As they tore around the corner, narrowly missing a startled cyclist, the back window of the Bentley
shattered
. A heavy, clawed paw slammed onto the trunk, the metal screeching as the beast latched on.
created_at
"2026-02-19T12:42:16.895Z"
2/19/2026, 12:42:16 PM
model
"google/gemini-3-flash-preview-20251217"
app_id
182717
external_user
(null)
streamed
true
cancelled
false
latency
914
moderation_latency
(null)
generation_time
21401
tokens_prompt
4556
tokens_completion
2919
native_tokens_prompt
4440
native_tokens_completion
2652
native_tokens_completion_images
0
native_tokens_reasoning
0
native_tokens_cached
0
num_media_prompt
(null)
num_input_audio_prompt
(null)
num_media_completion
0
num_search_results
(null)
origin
"https://ncbench.com/"
is_byok
false
finish_reason
"stop"
native_finish_reason
"STOP"
usage
0.010176
router
(null)
provider_responses
0
endpoint_id
"6e82f652-2693-4b60-bbe0-7362d6e345f0"
is_byok
false
latency
913
model_permaslug
"google/gemini-3-flash-preview-20251217"
provider_name
"Google AI Studio"
status
200
api_type
"completions"
id
"gen-1771504936-e0i7Wqg1ZIXUAN9ESFLU"
upstream_id
(null)
total_cost
0.010176
cache_discount
(null)
upstream_inference_cost
0
provider_name
"Google AI Studio"
Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
7
adverbTagCount
0
adverbTags
(empty)
dialogueSentences
63
tagDensity
0.111
leniency
0.222
rawRatio
0
effectiveRatio
0
94.84%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
1937
totalAiIsmAdverbs
2
found
0
adverb
"loosely"
count
1
1
adverb
"carefully"
count
1
highlights
0
"loosely"
1
"carefully"
100.00%
AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
(empty)
found
(empty)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
(empty)
found
(empty)
61.28%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
1937
totalAiIsms
15
found
0
word
"stomach"
count
1
1
word
"familiar"
count
1
2
word
"silk"
count
1
3
word
"velvet"
count
2
4
word
"charged"
count
1
5
word
"echoing"
count
1
6
word
"pulse"
count
1
7
word
"constructed"
count
1
8
word
"stark"
count
1
9
word
"flickered"
count
1
10
word
"rhythmic"
count
1
11
word
"echoed"
count
1
12
word
"roaring"
count
1
13
word
"shattered"
count
1
highlights
0
"stomach"
1
"familiar"
2
"silk"
3
"velvet"
4
"charged"
5
"echoing"
6
"pulse"
7
"constructed"
8
"stark"
9
"flickered"
10
"rhythmic"
11
"echoed"
12
"roaring"
13
"shattered"
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
0
narrationSentences
87
matches
(empty)
44.33%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
0
hedgeCount
6
narrationSentences
87
filterMatches
(empty)
hedgeMatches
0
"began to"
1
"seemed to"
2
"tried to"
3
"started to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
143
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
40
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
1923
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
16
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
93.73%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
46
wordCount
1244
uniqueNames
18
maxNameDensity
1.13
worstName
"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity
2
worstWindowName
"Rory"
discoveredNames
Rory
14
Brick
1
Lane
1
Eva
2
Marseille
1
Continent
1
Moreau
1
Golden
1
Empress
1
Latin
1
Cardiff
1
University
1
Underground
1
Mediterranean
1
London
2
Ptolemy
2
Lucien
12
Bentley
2
persons
0
"Rory"
1
"Eva"
2
"Moreau"
3
"Ptolemy"
4
"Lucien"
5
"Bentley"
places
0
"Brick"
1
"Lane"
2
"Marseille"
3
"Continent"
4
"Cardiff"
5
"Underground"
6
"Mediterranean"
7
"London"
globalScore
0.937
windowScore
1
52.60%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
77
glossingSentenceCount
3
matches
0
"felt like ground glass in her throat"
1
"runes that seemed to pulse with a low, thrumming hum"
2
"looked like salt but burned like phosphor"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
0
per1kWords
0
wordCount
1923
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
0
totalSentences
143
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
89
mean
21.61
std
17.96
cv
0.831
sampleLengths
0
45
1
12
2
3
3
56
4
1
5
49
6
10
7
63
8
2
9
10
10
11
11
66
12
37
13
7
14
15
15
10
16
49
17
15
18
43
19
7
20
19
21
10
22
15
23
58
24
6
25
9
26
23
27
47
28
38
29
10
30
19
31
11
32
15
33
16
34
26
35
4
36
38
37
9
38
12
39
2
40
24
41
15
42
41
43
46
44
3
45
2
46
6
47
20
48
28
49
16
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
0
totalSentences
87
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
192
matches
(empty)
62.94%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
4
semicolonCount
1
flaggedSentences
4
totalSentences
143
ratio
0.028
matches
0
"He looked exactly as he had three years ago—impeccably tailored, his platinum blond hair slicked back without a single strand out of place."
1
"Being near him was like standing too close to a live wire; you knew it would burn, but the heat was addictive."
2
"The scent of him—sandalwood, rain, and something metallic like a coming storm—overwhelmed the smell of curry and dust."
3
"As he kicked the window frame open, the front door of the flat didn't just open—it exploded."
88.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1255
adjectiveStacks
2
stackExamples
0
"ancient, leather-bound scrolls."
1
"small, crescent-shaped scar."
adverbCount
36
adverbRatio
0.028685258964143426
lyAdverbCount
12
lyAdverbRatio
0.009561752988047808
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
143
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
143
mean
13.45
std
7.45
cv
0.554
sampleLengths
0
16
1
29
2
12
3
3
4
7
5
21
6
28
7
1
8
9
9
40
10
10
11
22
12
23
13
18
14
2
15
10
16
11
17
16
18
29
19
21
20
14
21
23
22
7
23
15
24
10
25
19
26
19
27
11
28
15
29
6
30
9
31
9
32
19
33
7
34
19
35
10
36
15
37
19
38
17
39
22
40
6
41
9
42
23
43
9
44
20
45
18
46
15
47
23
48
3
49
7
45.80%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
6
diversityRatio
0.26573426573426573
totalSentences
143
uniqueOpeners
38
39.68%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
1
totalSentences
84
matches
0
"Instead, she hit a wall"
ratio
0.012
67.62%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
32
totalSentences
84
matches
0
"She shoved the heavy oak"
1
"She reached for the umbrella"
2
"She hadn't seen him since"
3
"He looked exactly as he"
4
"He stopped at a small"
5
"She crossed her arms, pointedly"
6
"She moved toward the kitchen"
7
"He moved then, faster than"
8
"he whispered, his amber eye"
9
"She leaned in, her blue"
10
"His knuckles were white."
11
"She wouldn't cry in front"
12
"She reached for a glass"
13
"His bare hand brushed hers,"
14
"She tried to pull away,"
15
"His black eye seemed to"
16
"she shouted, her voice echoing"
17
"He let go of her"
18
"He reached into his suit"
19
"He emptied it onto the"
ratio
0.381
13.57%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
75
totalSentences
84
matches
0
"The third deadbolt groaned, a"
1
"She shoved the heavy oak"
2
"The voice was a low,"
3
"Rory recoiled, her shoulder-length black"
4
"She reached for the umbrella"
5
"The name felt like ground"
6
"She hadn't seen him since"
7
"Lucien Moreau stepped over the"
8
"He looked exactly as he"
9
"The dim hallway light caught"
10
"Rory backed into the main"
11
"The flat was a labyrinth"
12
"Ptolemy, the ginger tabby, hissed"
13
"Lucien ignored the clutter, his"
14
"He stopped at a small"
15
"Rory straightened her spine, her"
16
"She crossed her arms, pointedly"
17
"The blood drained from Rory’s"
18
"Laila was the name she’d"
19
"The name she thought she’d"
ratio
0.893
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
0
totalSentences
84
matches
(empty)
ratio
0
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
58
technicalSentenceCount
3
matches
0
"The third deadbolt groaned, a stubborn metallic protest that mirrored the knot tightening in Rory’s stomach."
1
"The wood splintered into a thousand jagged shards, and a shadow that was far too large and far too hungry poured into the narrow hallway."
2
"It tensed, its muscles rippling like liquid obsidian, preparing to leap."
0.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
7
uselessAdditionCount
3
matches
0
"he whispered, his amber eye glowing with a faint, inner light"
1
"she shouted, her voice echoing in the small flat"
2
"she asked, her voice small"
86.51%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
5
fancyCount
4
fancyTags
0
"he whispered (whisper)"
1
"she shouted (shout)"
2
"she hissed (hiss)"
3
"Lucien roared (roar)"
dialogueSentences
63
tagDensity
0.079
leniency
0.159
rawRatio
0.8
effectiveRatio
0.127
78.3634%