Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTZ1CA2Z3T4Z0HAMAVHQKYA

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1m 19s
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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Literary Fiction genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4413" name="Silas Blackwood" aliases="Silas, Si, the Spymaster" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Mentor"> <eyeColor>hazel</eyeColor> <hair>grey-streaked auburn</hair> <height>6'1"</height> <age>58</age> <beard>neatly trimmed, matching his grey-streaked auburn hair</beard> <limp>slight limp in his left leg from an old knee injury</limp> <signetRing>silver signet ring, always worn on his right hand</signetRing> <description>Silas is a retired intelligence operative turned bar owner. He carries himself with quiet authority.</description> <backstory>Former MI6 field agent who retired after a botched operation in Prague left him with a permanent knee injury. He opened "The Raven's Nest" bar in Soho as a front for his network of contacts.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the literary fiction genre. Two old friends who haven't seen each other in years run into each other unexpectedly at a bar. One of them has changed significantly. Through their conversation and the tension between who they were and who they've become, reveal the weight of time and unspoken regret. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The glass slipped from Rory's fingers and hit the bar top with a crack that silenced three conversations at once. "Christ, Rory, those are Waterford crystal." Silas reached across the counter and rescued the tumbler before the whiskey could bleed into the wood grain. "Well. Were." She didn't hear him. Her attention had snagged on the figure pushing through the front door of The Raven's Nest, backlit by the green neon glow that bled through the glass. A tall woman in a camel coat, dark hair pinned up in a way that looked effortless and expensive, the kind of effortless that cost two hundred quid at a Mayfair salon. She carried herself like someone used to being watched, chin lifted, shoulders squared, handbag clutched close as if the dim Soho bar might reach out and snatch it. Eva Hartley. Except Eva Hartley wore Doc Martens and a perpetual coffee stain on her left sleeve. Eva Hartley smoked rollies on the fire escape of their shared student flat in Cardiff and argued about Kant until three in the morning. Eva Hartley did not wear pearl earrings. "Someone you know?" Silas polished the cracked tumbler with a rag, his hazel eyes tracking Rory's gaze. "Used to." Eva hadn't seen her yet. She stood near the entrance, scanning the room with the focused discomfort of someone who'd walked into the wrong restaurant and refused to admit it. The old maps and black-and-white photographs on the walls seemed to lean in around her, curious. She checked her phone. Checked it again. Rory slid off the barstool. The walk across the bar felt longer than it should have, weaving between the Thursday-night regulars, a cluster of theatre types from the nearby playhouses and a pair of old men who'd been arguing about Tottenham since 1987. Rory stopped two feet from Eva and waited. Eva looked up from her phone. The recognition came in stages, like watching a polaroid develop. Confusion first, then the slight parting of lips, then something raw and unguarded that she shuttered behind a smile. "Rory?" "You're lost." "Excuse me?" "This isn't your kind of place, Ev." Eva's smile tightened at the edges. She tucked her phone into the camel coat's pocket. "I'm meeting someone. A client. He suggested this address." "A client." Rory let the word sit between them. "Right." "Don't do that." "Do what?" "That. The thing where you repeat something back like you're cross-examining me." Eva exhaled a laugh, brittle and practiced. "You sound like your father." The comparison landed where it was aimed. Rory felt the familiar heat climb her throat but swallowed it. She stepped aside and gestured toward the bar. "He's not here yet, your client. Drink?" They sat at the far end of the bar, away from Silas and his quiet appraisal. Two stools apart at first, then Eva moved one closer, the way she always had, gravitating inward like a woman who hated empty space. Rory ordered two whiskies. Eva asked for a gin and tonic. Rory changed the order. "Since when do you drink gin?" "Since it stopped tasting like pine cleaner." Eva arranged a cocktail napkin in front of her, perfectly aligned with the bar edge. "People change." "Some more than others." Silence. The jukebox in the corner, one of Silas's affectations, played something by Nina Simone. Eva's fingers tapped the bar in time with it, and Rory recognised the old habit underneath the manicured nails. That restless rhythm. Eva used to drum on lecture desks, on dashboards, on Rory's knee during bad films. "You look good," Eva said. "You look different." "That's not a compliment." "Wasn't meant to be an insult either." Rory turned her glass in a slow circle. "When did you move back to London? I thought Hong Kong had you for another two years at least." "Eighteen months." Eva sipped her gin. No wince. She'd trained herself out of it. "The firm relocated me. Canary Wharf office." "Canary Wharf." Rory stared at a black-and-white photograph on the wall behind Eva's head. Two soldiers in a trench, sharing a cigarette. "You used to call it the cathedral of capitalism." "I was twenty and insufferable." "You were twenty and right." Eva set her glass down. The pearl earring on her left ear caught the low amber light of the bar, and for a moment Rory saw the ghost of the cheap silver hoop that used to hang there, the one Eva bought at a market in Pontcanna for two quid. "Four years," Eva said. "Four years, and you want to start with politics." "I'm not starting anything." "You are. You always do. You pick at things." "That's rich, coming from the woman who called me at midnight, what, five years ago? Told me to leave Cardiff. Leave Evan. Come to London. And then vanished." The words landed harder than Rory intended. Eva's fingers stopped their drumming. The gin sat untouched. "I didn't vanish." "What would you call it?" "I got the Hong Kong offer three weeks after you moved here. I told you. I sent you the address of the flat above this bar, told you Silas would look after you, and I left." "You left a voicemail." "You didn't pick up." "I was in hospital, Eva." The name landed like a stone in still water. Not the nickname. Not the casual shortening. The full three syllables, each one carrying its own freight. Eva's jaw tightened. She lifted her gin and drank, properly this time, not the performative sip. When she set it down, a faint smudge of lipstick marked the rim, nude pink, the colour of someone who wanted to look like they weren't wearing any. "I know," she said. "Silas told me. After." "After." "Don't." "How long after?" "Does it matter?" "It matters to me." Eva pressed her thumb against the base of her glass, rotating it a quarter turn. "Six weeks. He rang the office in Hong Kong. Said you'd had a rough patch. Broken wrist. Bruising." She paused. "He didn't say who." "You knew who." "I suspected." "You knew." The jukebox switched tracks. Something upbeat and wrong for the moment. A group near the door laughed at a joke Rory couldn't hear. The world moved around them like water around two stones, indifferent and constant. "I should have come back," Eva said. The words came out stripped of inflection, the way people speak when they've rehearsed something so many times it loses all texture. "I know that. I've known that for four years." "Three years and eleven months. But who's counting." "You, apparently." Rory almost smiled. Almost. The muscle memory of their old rhythm surfaced, the volley of sharpness that used to pass for affection. But the architecture had shifted. The spaces between their words held different furniture now. "The pearls are nice," Rory said. Eva touched her left ear. "Gift." "From?" "A colleague." "Colleagues give pearl earrings in Canary Wharf?" "They do when you close a nine-figure deal." "Must be some deal." "It was." Rory ran her thumb along the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, a habit she'd never broken. Eva watched the movement. Her composure cracked, just a fraction, a hairline fracture in the porcelain she'd assembled around herself. "I wrote you letters," Eva said. "Actual pen and paper letters. Bought stationery from a shop in Kowloon. Heavy cream paper, the sort that makes you feel important." "I never got them." "I never sent them." Eva signalled Silas for another gin. "Wrote twelve. Burned the first five. The rest are in a box in my storage unit in Battersea." "What do they say?" "They say I'm sorry in twelve different ways, none of them adequate." Silas delivered the gin without comment. His silver signet ring clinked against the glass as he set it down, and he moved back to his end of the bar with the quiet economy of a man who understood the weight of a conversation he wasn't part of. "Evan's gone," Rory said. "In case you were wondering." "I wasn't." "Liar." "Fine. Where?" "No idea. Doesn't matter. I pressed charges. He took a plea. Eighteen months suspended. Restraining order." "Good." Eva's voice dropped half an octave. Something old and fierce flickered behind the careful composure, the Cardiff girl who once broke a bloke's nose outside Clwb Ifor Bach for grabbing Rory's arm too hard. "Good." "Silas helped. With the solicitor." "I should have helped." "Yes." No softening. No absolution. Rory let the word stand on its own, a monument in the middle of the conversation. Eva received it with a small nod, the kind that costs everything. They sat with it. The bar hummed around them. Someone fed coins into the jukebox and selected Otis Redding, and the opening bars of "These Arms of Mine" drifted through the smoke-tinged air like something summoned. "Your client," Rory said. "What time's the meeting?" Eva glanced at her phone. Pressed her lips together. "There's no client." "No?" "Silas emailed me last week. Said you'd been asking about me. Whether I was back in the country." Rory turned to look down the bar. Silas stood with his back to them, drying pint glasses with elaborate care, his slight limp shifting his weight from one leg to the other. The old spymaster. Playing his games. "I'll kill him," Rory said. "Get in line." "I didn't ask him to contact you." "You asked about me. For Silas, that's the same thing." Rory's grip tightened on her glass. The amber liquid caught the light, held it, let it go. She thought about the twelve letters in a box in Battersea. Cream paper. A woman's handwriting changing over months, over years, becoming sharper and more controlled, just like the woman herself. Apologies that lived in darkness. "I'm angry with you," Rory said. "I know." "Not past tense. Present. Ongoing." "I know that too." "And I missed you. Which makes the anger worse." Eva's hand moved across the bar, stopped halfway, retreated. The pearl earring swung with the motion. "Same time next Thursday?" Eva said. "I work Thursdays." "Doing what?" "Deliveries. Chinese restaurant round the corner." Something broke open in Eva's expression, brief and devastating, a flash of the girl who'd shared ramen with Rory at 2 a.m. in a freezing Cardiff kitchen, both of them too proud to turn on the heating. "Friday, then." Rory's phone buzzed on the bar. A delivery notification from Golden Empress. Yu-Fei needed her. The real world, pulling at her sleeve. "Friday." Rory drained her whiskey and stood. "But Eva." "What?" "Bring the letters." Eva's hand froze around her gin. Rory held her gaze for three seconds, four, five, long enough to watch the careful architecture tremble, and then turned toward the door before it could collapse or, worse, reassemble itself into something she couldn't reach. Behind her, Silas cleared his throat. Eva's stool scraped against the floor. "Rory." She stopped. Didn't turn. "The wrist. The one he broke." Eva's voice carried the raw undertone of someone speaking past the lump in their throat. "Left or right?" Rory held up her left hand, the crescent scar catching the green neon light from the window. The old scar, not Evan's work. But Eva wouldn't know the difference. Eva hadn't been there for any of it. "Left. It healed crooked." The silence behind her held the weight of twelve unsent letters and four wasted years. Then her phone buzzed again, and she pushed through the door into the Soho night, where the green neon sign hummed above her like a question she hadn't answered.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags25
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences112
tagDensity0.223
leniency0.446
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.42% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1939
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"perfectly"
count1
highlights
0"perfectly"
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)
61.32% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1939
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"crystal"
count1
1
word"effortless"
count2
2
word"scanning"
count1
3
word"familiar"
count1
4
word"aligned"
count1
5
word"silence"
count2
6
word"affection"
count1
7
word"porcelain"
count1
8
word"weight"
count3
9
word"flickered"
count1
10
word"tinged"
count1
highlights
0"crystal"
1"effortless"
2"scanning"
3"familiar"
4"aligned"
5"silence"
6"affection"
7"porcelain"
8"weight"
9"flickered"
10"tinged"
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
narrationSentences131
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences131
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
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gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen45
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1929
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions33
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
0.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions110
wordCount1344
uniqueNames28
maxNameDensity2.9
worstName"Eva"
maxWindowNameDensity5.5
worstWindowName"Eva"
discoveredNames
Rory31
Raven1
Nest1
Mayfair1
Soho2
Hartley4
Eva39
Doc1
Martens1
Cardiff3
Kant1
Thursday-night1
Tottenham1
Silas8
Silence1
Nina1
Simone1
Two2
Pontcanna1
Clwb1
Ifor1
Bach1
Otis1
Redding1
Battersea1
Golden1
Empress1
Evan1
persons
0"Rory"
1"Raven"
2"Hartley"
3"Eva"
4"Silas"
5"Nina"
6"Simone"
7"Ifor"
8"Bach"
9"Otis"
10"Redding"
11"Evan"
places
0"Mayfair"
1"Soho"
2"Cardiff"
3"Tottenham"
4"Pontcanna"
5"Clwb"
6"Battersea"
7"Golden"
globalScore0.049
windowScore0
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences82
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1929
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences218
matches
0"unguarded that she"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs125
mean15.43
std16.66
cv1.08
sampleLengths
020
126
291
32
446
517
62
753
85
946
1035
111
122
132
147
1524
1610
173
182
1924
2026
217
2255
236
2424
254
2652
275
283
294
3034
3121
3231
335
345
3550
3613
374
389
3928
4016
413
425
4336
444
454
465
4726
4844
498
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences131
matches
0"was aimed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs217
matches
0"weren't wearing"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences218
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1352
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount34
adverbRatio0.02514792899408284
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.0014792899408284023
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences218
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences218
mean8.85
std8.41
cv0.95
sampleLengths
020
124
22
34
427
532
628
72
815
924
107
1117
122
135
1425
1516
164
173
185
1938
208
216
2210
2319
241
252
262
277
286
299
309
319
321
333
342
3519
365
377
3811
398
407
4116
4224
434
447
454
466
4722
482
494
54.28% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats10
diversityRatio0.3532110091743119
totalSentences218
uniqueOpeners77
30.30% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences110
matches
0"Then her phone buzzed again,"
ratio0.009
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount14
totalSentences110
matches
0"She didn't hear him."
1"Her attention had snagged on"
2"She carried herself like someone"
3"She stood near the entrance,"
4"She checked her phone."
5"She tucked her phone into"
6"She stepped aside and gestured"
7"They sat at the far"
8"She'd trained herself out of"
9"She lifted her gin and"
10"Her composure cracked, just a"
11"His silver signet ring clinked"
12"They sat with it."
13"She thought about the twelve"
ratio0.127
23.64% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount96
totalSentences110
matches
0"The glass slipped from Rory's"
1"Silas reached across the counter"
2"She didn't hear him."
3"Her attention had snagged on"
4"A tall woman in a"
5"She carried herself like someone"
6"Eva Hartley smoked rollies on"
7"Eva Hartley did not wear"
8"Silas polished the cracked tumbler"
9"Eva hadn't seen her yet."
10"She stood near the entrance,"
11"The old maps and black-and-white"
12"She checked her phone."
13"Rory slid off the barstool."
14"The walk across the bar"
15"Rory stopped two feet from"
16"Eva looked up from her"
17"The recognition came in stages,"
18"Confusion first, then the slight"
19"Eva's smile tightened at the"
ratio0.873
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences110
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences42
technicalSentenceCount10
matches
0"A tall woman in a camel coat, dark hair pinned up in a way that looked effortless and expensive, the kind of effortless that cost two hundred quid at a Mayfair …"
1"She carried herself like someone used to being watched, chin lifted, shoulders squared, handbag clutched close as if the dim Soho bar might reach out and snatch…"
2"She stood near the entrance, scanning the room with the focused discomfort of someone who'd walked into the wrong restaurant and refused to admit it."
3"The walk across the bar felt longer than it should have, weaving between the Thursday-night regulars, a cluster of theatre types from the nearby playhouses and …"
4"Two stools apart at first, then Eva moved one closer, the way she always had, gravitating inward like a woman who hated empty space."
5"The pearl earring on her left ear caught the low amber light of the bar, and for a moment Rory saw the ghost of the cheap silver hoop that used to hang there, t…"
6"When she set it down, a faint smudge of lipstick marked the rim, nude pink, the colour of someone who wanted to look like they weren't wearing any."
7"The muscle memory of their old rhythm surfaced, the volley of sharpness that used to pass for affection."
8"His silver signet ring clinked against the glass as he set it down, and he moved back to his end of the bar with the quiet economy of a man who understood the w…"
9"Something broke open in Eva's expression, brief and devastating, a flash of the girl who'd shared ramen with Rory at 2 a.m."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags25
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags11
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences112
tagDensity0.098
leniency0.196
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
82.2321%