Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTZ19E22VDFXJ071JCAWMVC

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Model:
GPT-5
Duration:
2m 4s
Cost:
$0.053356
Provider:
OpenAI

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Horror 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> <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> </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 horror genre. A character is alone in a strange, isolated place at night. They came here for a reason, but something feels off from the moment they arrive. The wrongness builds slowly — sounds that shouldn't be there, things that move at the edge of vision, a growing certainty that they are not alone. Build tension through restraint, not through gore. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for the character and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The pendant kicked warm against my sternum as I slipped sideways between two oak pillars, the silver chain rasping my skin when the bark pinched my shoulder. I had the note folded in my pocket, creased into a small square made soft by hours of turning it over. Return what is not yours, it said in neat block letters, Richmond grove. No signature. No jokes. I had tried to ignore it for a week. The pendant pulsed through my shirt every time I came close to a park boundary, like an eager heart finding a rhythm that was not mine. Tonight, or whatever counted for tonight in this place, it dragged me. Past the oaks, the ground rose in a low swell. Someone had arranged the trunks a lifetime ago to mimic standing stones. Ancient oak, split and polished by time, wore moss like jewellery. Wildflowers clustered at their feet in tidy, untidy riots, blue and gold and white, none of them quite any variety I recognised. I breathed in sharp green and damp soil and something sugared that did not belong outdoors. You wanted me here, I thought at the pendant. Fine. I am here. A thrush scolded somewhere to my left, only it hit the same note three times in a row without breath. It felt like a recording looped back on itself. I stepped toward the nearest trunk. The bark grooved under my palm, warm as skin. Why would anyone tell me to return something that saved me from getting lost the other day between Norwood and a place that felt like the underside of a bridge, only the bridge had teeth? My fingers brushed the red stone where it lay small and stubborn against my chest. It answered with a neat thud of heat. I glanced back. The city glow should have painted the distance a comfortable orange, but the path I had taken had blurred into ankle-high grass and careless blossoms. I had left my bike lock looped round a Victorian gate. The gate had been gone for long enough for dew to settle. I told myself not to check the time, and of course I looked, because telling myself not to has never worked. The phone screen brightened my hand with a face I failed to recognise for half a second. Mine, pale, blue eyes too stark. The clock dipped from 19:42 to 19:31 then snapped to 20:05 and stuck in that stubborn digital way. Lovely. I rubbed the small crescent scar on my left wrist, the one I picked when school felt like a trap and Dad's lectures about case law swelled like tides in my ears. The scar never itched. It itched now. Something clicked behind me as if a metal door latched shut. The sound did not belong to Richmond Park. I spun. The oaks held their ground. Flowers nodded. Leaves did leaf things. Deep at the edge of the circle, a narrow arch between two trunks looked flatter than it should, a slice of black that ate what little light the grove kept. "Silas is going to kill me if this turns out to be a prank," I said, because sound meant I existed and jokes meant I made it this far. A second click answered me, closer this time, a twin to the first but dampened. I swallowed. Cooking oil and orange peel ghosted through the air for a heartbeat, the back corridor of the Golden Empress compressed into a scent. Yu-Fei shouting about late orders, the sizzle of woks, the soft thap of dough. I could stand there with a paper bag in my hand and know exactly where to go next. The smell thinned too fast, as if pulled away. I skirted the inside of the circle. I did not step out. Instinct, or superstition, or both, told me to keep my foot inside a line I had not drawn. The oaks made a boundary and even I knew better than to test an old line without clear intent. The pendant grew warmer. Heat seeped up the chain and into my throat so that swallowing felt like swallowing a coin. I lifted it out from under my shirt. The stone glowed with a slow pulse, not brighter so much as alive, a buried ember encouraged by breath. It painted the lines on my palm a soft crimson. When I faced the thin, wrong slice of dark between the trunks, it brightened, like a creature pricking its ears. "Return what is not yours," I said. "What are you, then? A library book with teeth?" If anyone answered, their voice came from the flowers. Tiny bells of blue vibrated as if bees worked them, though no bee came or went. A fitful shimmer rippled across the grove, like heat above a road, only cooler. It slid over my skin. I took a step and the slice of darkness breathed. It swelled out and back as if the grove had lungs. Up close the blackness was not flat. It had depth, a slow movement that suggested a current. The smell changed under my nose. Metal, old wood, salt. Wet stones stacked in a cellar far from the Thames. Rotten roses tucked into brine. My heart tried to gallop. I did not like the hint of salt, not here, not in a pocket of wood where people walked dogs and old ladies complained about cyclists. The wrongness gathered like fog without the courtesy of being seen. Sound slipped, came back a half beat late. My breath sounded like someone else's dragged into someone else's chest. I told myself to go back. If I stood here one more minute, I would step through without thinking. The thought arrived tidy, as if placed in my mind by a careful hand. I tucked the pendant back under my shirt like a reluctant child put to bed and stuffed my hands in my jacket. I turned. Two of the oaks had drawn closer together. My foot lifted then set itself back down. I looked left. The wildflowers there reached knee high now, crowding into the gaps between trunks. Their heads turned toward me, or the faint glow stealing under my collar. There was a quickness to them, a cheap trick of peripheral sight. Every time I looked straight, they stilled. The first click came again, right at my back this time. Not a lock. A tongue on a roof of a mouth. Thick and dry. "I'm not here to steal," I said. "You had something of mine first." Wrong tack. It sounded like I was bargaining. I wove between the oaks towards what I thought would be the split I came through. It had become a panel of bark without seam. All at once the grove seemed too small and too many. The oaks stood in the same places and also in new ones. I walked a circle and reached the same flattened slice of dark. It waited like a lift with a broken door. In the flowers, a voice said my name. "Aurora," very clear, very polite, with the careful diction of someone who had not used a voice in a long time. I froze. I had not told anyone I was coming. I had not told anyone about the note. I had left a text on Eva's phone that said, running late. That fit no matter what happened to time in a place like this. I did not look at the flowers. I looked at the slice of black. It drew the eye the way stairwells draw people with thoughts they do not want to voice. I could hear the city below the wood for a breath, a police siren, laughter, the ugly honk of a tourist bus. Then nothing. "Rory," the voice tried, softer, testing the familiar, getting closer to my ear. Breath stirred hair at my neck. I put my hand there and felt nothing but sweat. "Pick a name and stick to it," I said. "Laila." A spine I had never seen decided to wake up and hum. Not many people knew that name. I kept it folded up with notebooks and school jumpers, with the sharp boys who called when they needed help with essays and did not call when anyone else could see. "You brought a heartstone into a threshold," the voice said, conversational now, easy, as if I had met them over a counter. "Most do not do that on purpose." I turned slowly. Keeping my hands where I could use them felt like holding a cat that did not want to be held. The flowers layered colour and innocence into a bright lie at my feet. Between two trunks, someone stood. Tall, long, thin. Not antlers, that would have been a story. No. White hair, cropped like a soldier's. Skin the colour of bread crust with flour dusting. A suit, an old cut that belonged in a black and white photograph. Bare feet. Their weight hardly dented the earth. Their eyes shone with a clear blue that copied mine wrong, shade-perfect but flat, as if polished glass tried to mimic water. "You could have called," I said. "Sent a text with a smiley face. I like those." "I do not have a number," they said. "Numbers break in here." "Names too, sometimes." "Yours holds. Malphora has a mouthful of knives. I like Rory better. The neighbours do too." "Neighbours?" I licked my lips. They tasted of tin. "Do they click?" "They have never learned to clap." A beat. The figure looked at my throat. The red stone throbbed through thin cotton and the white button I had skipped. They tilted their head. It moved like a bird's head moves when it regrets being indoors. "Why invite me to return it if you wanted me to open something?" I said, and then shut my mouth because you do not ask that kind of question out loud to anything that knows how words knot. "Return," they said. "Return does not mean surrender. It can mean come back." "Semantics now, is it." "You like words. Your father gave them to you because he could not give you a quiet way to be." That was rude. That was accurate. I smiled without committing to it. The slice of black between the trunks breathed again. It stretched thinner and taller, then pinched itself, like dough drawn through a ring. Cold struck my ankles. I looked down. Roots, pale and fresh looking as wrists under gauze, crept out of the soil and sank inches from my boots. They did not touch me. They tasted the air and withdrew. "You came to ask about a man who took and took and would not let go," the figure said. They did not blink enough. "You are bored by knives. You like puzzles. This seemed like a puzzle." "You are very chatty for a piece of a bad idea." "I am a door." "Doors are not chatty either." "Human doors are not. Fae doors like a story. This one has waited. It does not like waiting. He promised to come back. He used the right name for a while. He fed it with anger when patience ran out." The click again, a metronome teaching a slow song. It came from the slice of black now, from deep in it. The pendant burned. The heat made my pulse shy. The urge to run filled my mouth with spit. I have run all my life. It has never solved anything but it has saved my bones. "Who used my name?" I said. "And which one?" The figure smiled then. It widened their thin face into angles that did not please. Teeth a little too even, too flat, the way a child draws them. "All of them, at different times, and she asked for you with the last and oldest. She spelled it wrong the first time. She got it right after." She. Not he. My hand found the outline of the note in my pocket the way a tongue finds the edge of a tooth. If Eva thought this was funny, I would... I would do nothing. I would make her tea and sit until she stopped shaking, if that was what this was. "Bring her out then," I said. "Since we are all so fond of reunions." The suit did not rustle when they moved. They lifted a hand and pointed at the black. Their fingers were too long by a neat half knuckle. "She does not know which way is out. She came in at a time that moved wrong. She wandered until she hit a wall and then she walked the wall in circles. The wall made a groove of her." "How do I pull someone out of a groove without dropping in myself?" "You hold something that eats grooves." The pendant thumped a beat that hurt. It had learned my heart and decided mine did not suit. It slid toward another rhythm, the one behind the door. It made me think of drums I had heard in a basement once, old men with hands like spoons calling things that rose like dust. I dragged the chain and the pendant came away, reluctant as a cat dislodged from a lap. I wrapped the silver round my hand and let the stone lie in my fist. It burned and I did not drop it. Pain focused me. Nearby, a blue flower turned its face and wept a drop of clear water without any rain to feed it. It fell on the earth and the ground drank it too eagerly. "Say her name," the door said. "Say it and it will listen. Names moved inside this place do things you might not like." "You started this," I said. "You say it." "I am not allowed." Of course. Rules. Always rules and the one that bites you will be the one you relearn when your foot is in the trap. "Eva," I said, to the wrongness, to the air that pulled at my breath, to the slice that tried to be an eye. Silence, so complete it made a high thin sound in my head. Then, rustling, as if paper rubbed on paper in a long stack. The black rippled. A shape pressed against it from the other side, a bubble formed by a hand held under thick plastic. Fingers spread, palm pushing. The cut-out darkness skinned over them and they did not tear through. The shape slid down and up again. Knock, knock, knock, in that rhythm that children use on front doors when they know there is lemonade behind them and adults between. The third knock took all the air with it. "Aurora Carter," the voice in the grove said, not mine, not the suit door's. This one scraped. It had grit. It reached for me the way a familiar smell reaches for a memory. It found me. "About time." I lurched forward. The chain in my fist tightened. The pendant rolled into the meat of my palm and branded a circle there. I flung my fist toward the black without giving myself a chance to think. Heat leapt. Red bled through the surface. It was ugly and beautiful, a wound opening, a gem cutting cloth. The door figure hissed, a sharp out-breath. The oaks creaked together as if something had leaned its entire weight between them. The grove shuddered. Flowers ducked. The wrongness pitched like a ship. The slice split down the middle and light poured out, a colour I could not hold in the eye. For a second, for one neat, merciless second, I saw across. Not miles. Not years. A space like a cellar and a church and a stomach. Stone. Wet. Scratched with the kind of lines a desperate person leaves with their last enamel. She stood beyond it, waist deep in shadow. Hair stuck to her skull. Eyes open too wide. Mouth pulled flat. She was thinner, and I had always thought of her as a lantern. She lifted her hands slow. Bruises made careful bracelets round her wrists. The pendant in my hand took that sight and made hunger out of it. "Do not step," the suited door said, abrupt for the first time. "You cannot both fit through as you are." "Then change the shape," I said, though I had no idea who I gave the order to. Something moved behind Eva in the darkness, something that had watched a thousand years without learning any of the right lessons. It rose and folded down. It clicked its tongue. I drove my fist hard into the rip and felt the world give like skin. The pendant burned white. The scent of brine smacked me. A hand shot through from the other side, slick, shaking, nails cut to the quick. It clutched mine. Something else closed its hand on the back of my jacket and yanked.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags20
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences50
tagDensity0.4
leniency0.8
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
91.17% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2830
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"very"
count3
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
2
adverb"eagerly"
count1
highlights
0"very"
1"slowly"
2"eagerly"
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)
73.50% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2830
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"pulsed"
count1
1
word"comfortable"
count1
2
word"stark"
count1
3
word"pulse"
count2
4
word"vibrated"
count1
5
word"familiar"
count2
6
word"weight"
count2
7
word"perfect"
count1
8
word"throbbed"
count1
9
word"silence"
count1
10
word"lurched"
count1
11
word"stomach"
count1
highlights
0"pulsed"
1"comfortable"
2"stark"
3"pulse"
4"vibrated"
5"familiar"
6"weight"
7"perfect"
8"throbbed"
9"silence"
10"lurched"
11"stomach"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences248
matches(empty)
96.77% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount6
narrationSentences248
filterMatches
0"think"
1"know"
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
1"seemed to"
2"happened to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences277
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen40
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2826
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions24
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"Return what is not yours, it said in neat block letters, Richmond grove."
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions15
wordCount2418
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity0.12
worstName"Eva"
maxWindowNameDensity0.5
worstWindowName"Richmond"
discoveredNames
Richmond2
Norwood1
Victorian1
Dad1
Park1
Golden1
Empress1
Thames1
Wrong1
Eva3
Breath1
Silence1
persons
0"Dad"
1"Empress"
2"Wrong"
3"Eva"
4"Breath"
places
0"Richmond"
1"Park"
2"Thames"
globalScore1
windowScore1
44.58% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences166
glossingSentenceCount7
matches
0"felt like a recording looped back on it"
1"felt like the underside of a bridge, on"
2"felt like a trap and Dad's lectures abo"
3"felt like swallowing a coin"
4"sounded like someone else's dragged into s"
5"sounded like I was bargaining"
6"felt like holding a cat that did not wa"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2826
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount3
totalSentences277
matches
0"knew that name"
1"ask that kind"
2"took that sight"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs76
mean37.18
std30.5
cv0.82
sampleLengths
027
185
271
313
444
558
6113
71
839
962
1029
1181
1249
1378
1416
1544
1663
1761
1857
198
2056
2125
2213
2377
248
2521
2698
2729
289
291
3049
3129
32111
3316
3412
353
3616
3712
386
3938
4038
4113
424
4320
4412
4561
4637
4711
484
495
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences248
matches
0"been gone"
1"being seen"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs422
matches
0"was bargaining"
1"was coming"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences277
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount2422
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount60
adverbRatio0.02477291494632535
lyAdverbCount10
lyAdverbRatio0.004128819157720892
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences277
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences277
mean10.2
std7.4
cv0.726
sampleLengths
027
121
213
32
42
59
626
712
810
912
1011
1122
1216
139
141
153
1620
179
186
199
2035
2115
228
233
2425
2511
2612
2721
2817
296
3018
311
3232
334
343
3511
368
372
385
392
404
4130
4229
4315
442
4523
4614
4718
489
497
46.45% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats33
diversityRatio0.35018050541516244
totalSentences277
uniqueOpeners97
46.51% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences215
matches
0"very clear, very polite, with"
1"Always rules and the one"
2"Then, rustling, as if paper"
ratio0.014
50.70% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount91
totalSentences215
matches
0"I had the note folded"
1"I had tried to ignore"
2"I breathed in sharp green"
3"You wanted me here, I"
4"I am here."
5"It felt like a recording"
6"I stepped toward the nearest"
7"My fingers brushed the red"
8"It answered with a neat"
9"I glanced back."
10"I had left my bike"
11"I told myself not to"
12"I rubbed the small crescent"
13"It itched now."
14"I said, because sound meant"
15"I could stand there with"
16"I skirted the inside of"
17"I did not step out."
18"I lifted it out from"
19"It painted the lines on"
ratio0.423
46.05% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount178
totalSentences215
matches
0"The pendant kicked warm against"
1"I had the note folded"
2"I had tried to ignore"
3"The pendant pulsed through my"
4"Tonight, or whatever counted for"
5"Someone had arranged the trunks"
6"Wildflowers clustered at their feet"
7"I breathed in sharp green"
8"You wanted me here, I"
9"I am here."
10"A thrush scolded somewhere to"
11"It felt like a recording"
12"I stepped toward the nearest"
13"The bark grooved under my"
14"My fingers brushed the red"
15"It answered with a neat"
16"I glanced back."
17"The city glow should have"
18"I had left my bike"
19"The gate had been gone"
ratio0.828
69.77% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount3
totalSentences215
matches
0"If anyone answered, their voice"
1"If I stood here one"
2"If Eva thought this was"
ratio0.014
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences102
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"The pendant pulsed through my shirt every time I came close to a park boundary, like an eager heart finding a rhythm that was not mine."
1"A suit, an old cut that belonged in a black and white photograph."
2"Their eyes shone with a clear blue that copied mine wrong, shade-perfect but flat, as if polished glass tried to mimic water."
3"Something moved behind Eva in the darkness, something that had watched a thousand years without learning any of the right lessons."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags20
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags18
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences50
tagDensity0.36
leniency0.72
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
88.8497%