Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8TG8ZFA5MZA04C9CVW2SS

Run Details

Duration:
1m 37s
Cost:
$0.008974
Provider:
Seed

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Fantasy 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="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card"> <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor> <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height> <age>ageless</age> <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form> <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice> <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description> <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory> </character> <character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle"> <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor> <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair> <height>5'5"</height> <age>300 years old</age> <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance> <speech>speaks in riddles</speech> <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints> <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion> <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description> <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory> </character> <location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony"> <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler> <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor> <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description> </location> <location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)"> <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation> <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones> <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior> <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora> <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description> </location> <item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas"> <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor> <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial> <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size> <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior> <glow>faint inner glow</glow> <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description> </item> <item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts"> <material>moonsilver</material> <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape> <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature> <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow> <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power> <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo> <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description> </item> <lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology"> <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect> <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance> <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring> <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description> </lore> </codex> <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 fantasy genre. A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
Aurora’s fingers clamped around her crimson Heartstone Pendant as the oak standing stone’s rough bark scraped her left wrist’s crescent scar. She stumbled through the threshold, Nyx’s solid shadow form gliding at her side, Isolde’s silver waist-length hair trailing behind without a single strayed wildflower catching in its strands. Locked. Aurora’s phone screen flickered then died. She slipped it into her delivery uniform’s pocket, her cool-headed mind noting the oddity before she registered the Grove’s first assault on her senses. Wildflowers—crimson clover, pale blue bells, gold crocuses—bloomed in tangled clumps where frost should have bitten the earth; she’d left London’s December chill at the stone’s edge. A bird call trilled, sharp and liquid, nothing she’d heard in Richmond Park’s regular woodlands. Honey clung to the air, thick enough to taste when she breathed in, and under it, a faint, metallic tang she couldn’t place. Nyx’s violet eyes dimmed. They shifted their weight, their 6’2” shadow form rippling like water hit by a stone. “The magic here clamps my edges,” they whispered. Aurora turned, her intelligent gaze scanning their frame—no sign of the incorporeal shift they used to slip through London’s alley grates or sneak past her bar-flat’s creaky fire escape. She’d seen them phase through brick walls in seconds last week, but now their shadow clung to them like a stitched-on shroud. She knelt to pluck a crocus, its petals soft against her thumb. When she stood, she checked her analog watch—she’d stepped through the stone five minutes prior, but the hands ticked to three hours later. A jolt of unease pricked her; time warped here, just as Isolde had hinted before they left the bar’s flat. She’d fled Cardiff for London to escape Evan’s fists, not to stumble into a pocket realm where minutes stretched into hours, but her quick out-of-the-box thinking kicked in: she tucked the crocus into her uniform’s lapel as a marker, a small, tangible link to the world she’d left behind. Isolde stood ten feet away, her ethereal face turned toward a cluster of ancient oaks whose branches twisted into patterns no mortal tree could mimic. Aurora’s gaze darted to her feet—no footprints pressed the wildflower-strewn earth, not even a crumpled petal in her wake. The metallic tang in the air sharpened, and Aurora’s Heartstone pulsed warmer against her palm, a quiet warning she couldn’t ignore. “Your steps leave no mark.” “Marks bind mortals to their hours.” “The Veil weakens here.” “The winter solstice tightens its fist. Rifts bleed through the thin places.” “The Heartstone pulsed harder at the stone.” “It sings to its birthplace’s echoes.” Isolde’s pale lavender eyes glinted, her riddle-like speech wrapping the truth in layers Aurora’s law-trained mind ached to unpack. She’d taken pre-law in Cardiff to please her barrister father, but she’d always preferred decoding hidden meanings over drafting legal briefs. She glanced at Nyx, who now leaned against an oak, their shadow form flickering so faintly she almost mistook them for a stray beam of dark. “I can’t reach the spaces between,” Nyx whispered again. “The Grove’s magic gnaws at my shadow—feeds on it, maybe.” Aurora’s hand drifted to the moonsilver Fae-Forged Blade Isolde had given her the night before—slender, leaf-shaped, always cold to the touch—she’d tucked it into her uniform’s waistband after her last delivery run for the Golden Empress. The blade’s faint luminescence flared, just enough to catch her eye, and she realized the Grove’s dappled light held a hint of moonlight, even though she’d stepped through the stones at midday. She walked toward the twisted oaks, the crocus in her lapel brushing against her cheek. The wildflowers thickened, their colors deepening to hues she’d never seen—blue so dark it looked like liquid shadow, red so bright it burned her vision. The honey scent intensified, cloying now, and the metallic tang resolved into overripe fruit turning rot, a scent she’d never encountered but somehow knew belonged to Dymas, the realm of gluttony the Heartstone hailed from. Isolde followed, her footsteps still invisible. “You chase answers you aren’t ready to bear,” she said. “I chased safety to London,” Aurora said. “It didn’t stick. Answers are my next bet.” “The Veil’s rifts here don’t care about mortal bets.” A sudden blaze of crimson light erupted from the Heartstone. Aurora cried out, dropping her hand to clamp the pendant against her chest; its warmth flared to a burn that seeped up her arm. The oak standing stones rumbled, their bark cracking to reveal faint shimmering distortion—the Veil’s edge, visible now to her mortal eyes. The overripe rot scent exploded, and a vine thick as a man’s arm snaked through the rift, its leaves glistening with amber sap, the same hue as Dymas’s warm amber sky. It coiled toward Isolde, its tendrils hissing like angry serpents, and Aurora spotted small, sharp teeth lining its stems—helbound souls, contracted to serve Dymas’s master chefs, trapped in the vine’s flesh. Nyx’s shadow form shrank, their violet eyes dimming to a faint glow. “It’s a Dymasian feeder,” they whispered. “It hunts magic to fuel its realm’s feasts.” Aurora’s cool-headedness didn’t waver. She snatched the Fae-Forged Blade from her waistband, its moonsilver metal glowing brightly now, cutting through the Grove’s dappled light. The blade’s cold seeped into her palm, a grounding force against the burn of the Heartstone. She took a step toward the vine, her boots crunching through a cluster of overripe wildflowers that burst into rot at her touch. Isolde’s ethereal face tightened—for the first time, Aurora saw fear in her pale lavender eyes. The Half-Fae’s Fae compulsion prevented lies, but it didn’t stop her from hiding weakness; Aurora realized now that Isolde’s exile had dimmed her magic, leaving her defenseless against the Dymasian feeder. The vine’s tendrils snaked closer, wrapping around an oak branch and crushing it to splinters in seconds. Aurora’s mind raced. She’d fled Evan’s abuse by thinking fast—slipping out of their Cardiff flat with a single bag, taking Eva’s train ticket to London, lying to her father about a pre-law internship. She’d survived delivery runs through London’s rain-soaked alleys by outrunning thieves and dodging angry shop owners. Now, she faced a helbound vine creature in a time-warped Fae grove, her only weapons a magic blade and a pulsing pendant she didn’t understand. The vine’s main stem lunged at Isolde, its teeth glinting in the moonlight. Aurora charged, the Fae-Forged Blade raised, but a second tendril snaked toward her, wrapping around her ankle and yanking her off her feet. She hit the wildflower-strewn earth, the crocus in her lapel crushing to rot under her weight. The Heartstone blazed so bright she could see its crimson glow through her closed eyelids, and the Veil’s distortion stretched wider, revealing a second rift—this one oozing with the same amber sap, more feeders clawing their way through. Isolde’s voice rang out, sharp and unyielding, no longer riddled: “The winter solstice breaks the Veil here. They’ll flood the Grove—and then London—for mortal souls to cook.” Aurora twisted, driving the Fae-Forged Blade into the tendril around her ankle. The blade cut through the vine’s flesh like a hot knife through butter, and the feeder screamed—a gurgling, hungry sound that echoed through the Grove’s twisted oaks. But as she pulled herself to her feet, she saw the second rift’s feeders spill into the wildflowers, their teeth bared, their amber sap dripping onto the earth and turning it to rot. Nyx’s shadow form flickered out entirely, leaving only a faint violet glow where they’d stood, and the Heartstone’s burn seeped into her wrist’s crescent scar, merging the old pain with the new.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
75.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags8
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"Nyx whispered again [again]"
dialogueSentences16
tagDensity0.5
leniency1
rawRatio0.125
effectiveRatio0.125
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1296
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
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)
30.56% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1296
totalAiIsms18
found
0
word"flickered"
count2
1
word"chill"
count1
2
word"weight"
count2
3
word"scanning"
count1
4
word"tangible"
count1
5
word"pulsed"
count2
6
word"echoes"
count1
7
word"resolved"
count1
8
word"footsteps"
count1
9
word"warmth"
count1
10
word"glistening"
count1
11
word"raced"
count1
12
word"glinting"
count1
13
word"charged"
count1
14
word"echoed"
count1
highlights
0"flickered"
1"chill"
2"weight"
3"scanning"
4"tangible"
5"pulsed"
6"echoes"
7"resolved"
8"footsteps"
9"warmth"
10"glistening"
11"raced"
12"glinting"
13"charged"
14"echoed"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
96.26% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences29
matches
0"A jolt of unease"
93.60% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences29
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences36
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen119
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1263
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions13
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
81.88% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions84
wordCount1101
uniqueNames23
maxNameDensity1.36
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Heartstone7
Pendant1
Nyx6
Isolde11
Grove5
London5
December1
Richmond1
Park1
Cardiff3
Evan2
Aurora15
Fae-Forged4
Blade4
Golden1
Empress1
Dymas3
Answers1
Veil2
Half-Fae1
Fae7
Dymasian1
Eva1
persons
0"Heartstone"
1"Nyx"
2"Isolde"
3"Grove"
4"December"
5"Evan"
6"Aurora"
7"Blade"
8"Dymas"
9"Veil"
10"Half-Fae"
11"Eva"
places
0"London"
1"Richmond"
2"Park"
3"Cardiff"
4"Fae"
globalScore0.819
windowScore0.833
41.30% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences23
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"looked like liquid shadow, red so bright"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.792
wordCount1263
matches
0"not to stumble into a pocket realm where minutes stretched into hours, but her quick out-of-the-box thinking kicked in: she tucked the"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences36
matches(empty)
74.58% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs19
mean66.47
std27.32
cv0.411
sampleLengths
049
195
278
3104
465
540
666
719
868
975
1040
11117
1226
1363
1463
1574
1690
1727
18104
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences29
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs188
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount15
semicolonCount4
flaggedSentences11
totalSentences36
ratio0.306
matches
0"Wildflowers—crimson clover, pale blue bells, gold crocuses—bloomed in tangled clumps where frost should have bitten the earth; she’d left London’s December chill at the stone’s edge."
1"She knelt to pluck a crocus, its petals soft against her thumb. When she stood, she checked her analog watch—she’d stepped through the stone five minutes prior, but the hands ticked to three hours later. A jolt of unease pricked her; time warped here, just as Isolde had hinted before they left the bar’s flat. She’d fled Cardiff for London to escape Evan’s fists, not to stumble into a pocket realm where minutes stretched into hours, but her quick out-of-the-box thinking kicked in: she tucked the crocus into her uniform’s lapel as a marker, a small, tangible link to the world she’d left behind."
2"Isolde stood ten feet away, her ethereal face turned toward a cluster of ancient oaks whose branches twisted into patterns no mortal tree could mimic. Aurora’s gaze darted to her feet—no footprints pressed the wildflower-strewn earth, not even a crumpled petal in her wake. The metallic tang in the air sharpened, and Aurora’s Heartstone pulsed warmer against her palm, a quiet warning she couldn’t ignore."
3"Aurora’s hand drifted to the moonsilver Fae-Forged Blade Isolde had given her the night before—slender, leaf-shaped, always cold to the touch—she’d tucked it into her uniform’s waistband after her last delivery run for the Golden Empress. The blade’s faint luminescence flared, just enough to catch her eye, and she realized the Grove’s dappled light held a hint of moonlight, even though she’d stepped through the stones at midday."
4"She walked toward the twisted oaks, the crocus in her lapel brushing against her cheek. The wildflowers thickened, their colors deepening to hues she’d never seen—blue so dark it looked like liquid shadow, red so bright it burned her vision. The honey scent intensified, cloying now, and the metallic tang resolved into overripe fruit turning rot, a scent she’d never encountered but somehow knew belonged to Dymas, the realm of gluttony the Heartstone hailed from."
5"A sudden blaze of crimson light erupted from the Heartstone. Aurora cried out, dropping her hand to clamp the pendant against her chest; its warmth flared to a burn that seeped up her arm. The oak standing stones rumbled, their bark cracking to reveal faint shimmering distortion—the Veil’s edge, visible now to her mortal eyes. The overripe rot scent exploded, and a vine thick as a man’s arm snaked through the rift, its leaves glistening with amber sap, the same hue as Dymas’s warm amber sky. It coiled toward Isolde, its tendrils hissing like angry serpents, and Aurora spotted small, sharp teeth lining its stems—helbound souls, contracted to serve Dymas’s master chefs, trapped in the vine’s flesh."
6"Isolde’s ethereal face tightened—for the first time, Aurora saw fear in her pale lavender eyes. The Half-Fae’s Fae compulsion prevented lies, but it didn’t stop her from hiding weakness; Aurora realized now that Isolde’s exile had dimmed her magic, leaving her defenseless against the Dymasian feeder. The vine’s tendrils snaked closer, wrapping around an oak branch and crushing it to splinters in seconds."
7"Aurora’s mind raced. She’d fled Evan’s abuse by thinking fast—slipping out of their Cardiff flat with a single bag, taking Eva’s train ticket to London, lying to her father about a pre-law internship. She’d survived delivery runs through London’s rain-soaked alleys by outrunning thieves and dodging angry shop owners. Now, she faced a helbound vine creature in a time-warped Fae grove, her only weapons a magic blade and a pulsing pendant she didn’t understand."
8"The vine’s main stem lunged at Isolde, its teeth glinting in the moonlight. Aurora charged, the Fae-Forged Blade raised, but a second tendril snaked toward her, wrapping around her ankle and yanking her off her feet. She hit the wildflower-strewn earth, the crocus in her lapel crushing to rot under her weight. The Heartstone blazed so bright she could see its crimson glow through her closed eyelids, and the Veil’s distortion stretched wider, revealing a second rift—this one oozing with the same amber sap, more feeders clawing their way through."
9"They’ll flood the Grove—and then London—for mortal souls to cook.”"
10"Aurora twisted, driving the Fae-Forged Blade into the tendril around her ankle. The blade cut through the vine’s flesh like a hot knife through butter, and the feeder screamed—a gurgling, hungry sound that echoed through the Grove’s twisted oaks. But as she pulled herself to her feet, she saw the second rift’s feeders spill into the wildflowers, their teeth bared, their amber sap dripping onto the earth and turning it to rot. Nyx’s shadow form flickered out entirely, leaving only a faint violet glow where they’d stood, and the Heartstone’s burn seeped into her wrist’s crescent scar, merging the old pain with the new."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount249
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount5
adverbRatio0.020080321285140562
lyAdverbCount0
lyAdverbRatio0
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences36
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences36
mean35.08
std34.25
cv0.976
sampleLengths
021
128
21
36
424
526
615
723
84
974
10104
1165
125
136
144
156
166
177
186
1966
2019
2168
2275
2316
2410
255
269
27117
2826
2963
3063
3174
3290
3317
3410
35104
71.30% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats1
diversityRatio0.4444444444444444
totalSentences36
uniqueOpeners16
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences27
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount6
totalSentences27
matches
0"She stumbled through the threshold,"
1"She slipped it into her"
2"They shifted their weight, their"
3"She knelt to pluck a"
4"She walked toward the twisted"
5"They’ll flood the Grove—and then"
ratio0.222
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount27
totalSentences27
matches
0"Aurora’s fingers clamped around her"
1"She stumbled through the threshold,"
2"Aurora’s phone screen flickered then"
3"She slipped it into her"
4"Wildflowers—crimson clover, pale blue bells,"
5"A bird call trilled, sharp"
6"Honey clung to the air,"
7"Nyx’s violet eyes dimmed."
8"They shifted their weight, their"
9"She knelt to pluck a"
10"Isolde stood ten feet away,"
11"Rifts bleed through the thin"
12"Isolde’s pale lavender eyes glinted,"
13"Nyx whispered again"
14"Aurora’s hand drifted to the"
15"She walked toward the twisted"
16"Isolde followed, her footsteps still"
17"Answers are my next"
18"A sudden blaze of crimson"
19"Nyx’s shadow form shrank, their"
ratio1
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences27
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences17
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"She walked toward the twisted oaks, the crocus in her lapel brushing against her cheek. The wildflowers thickened, their colors deepening to hues she’d never se…"
1"A sudden blaze of crimson light erupted from the Heartstone. Aurora cried out, dropping her hand to clamp the pendant against her chest; its warmth flared to a …"
2"Aurora’s cool-headedness didn’t waver. She snatched the Fae-Forged Blade from her waistband, its moonsilver metal glowing brightly now, cutting through the Grov…"
3"Isolde’s ethereal face tightened—for the first time, Aurora saw fear in her pale lavender eyes. The Half-Fae’s Fae compulsion prevented lies, but it didn’t stop…"
4"The vine’s main stem lunged at Isolde, its teeth glinting in the moonlight. Aurora charged, the Fae-Forged Blade raised, but a second tendril snaked toward her,…"
5"Aurora twisted, driving the Fae-Forged Blade into the tendril around her ankle. The blade cut through the vine’s flesh like a hot knife through butter, and the …"
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags8
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
87.50% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags2
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Nyx whispered again (whisper)"
dialogueSentences16
tagDensity0.125
leniency0.25
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.125
75.0660%