Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9NCHGWQNC6AB6FTJKD8SA

Run Details

Model:
Grok 4
Duration:
2m 14s
Cost:
$0.067790
Provider:
xAI

Model input

System
You are an expert fiction writer. Always keep the following rules in mind: - Write in past tense and use General English spelling, grammar, and colloquialisms/slang. - Write in active voice - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. - Avoid adverbs and cliches and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Convey events and story through dialogue. - Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. - Skip "he/she said said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech - Avoid mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or add unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Reduce indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" When writing text: - NEVER conclude the scene on your own, follow the beat instructions very closely. - NEVER end with foreshadowing. - NEVER write further than what I prompt you with. - AVOID imagining possible endings, NEVER deviate from the instructions. - STOP EARLY if the continuation contains what was required in the instructions. You do not need to fill out the full amount of words possible.
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> Continue the story using 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 gripped the Heartstone Pendant tighter as the air around them hummed with an unnatural heat. The silver chain bit into her palm, the deep crimson gem pulsing like a heartbeat against her skin. She glanced at Nyx, their shadowy form flickering at the edges, solidifying into a tall humanoid silhouette under the dim London streetlights. Isolde walked ahead, her silver hair swaying like liquid moonlight, her bare feet leaving no imprint on the cracked pavement of the abandoned alley. "The boundary thins here," Isolde murmured, her voice weaving through the night like threads of fog. "A tear in the fabric, hungry for wanderers. Step true, or it swallows you whole." Nyx's violet eyes glowed faintly. "Swallow us? Charming. And you lead us to this feast, Seer? Your riddles hide the menu." Aurora swallowed the knot in her throat. The pendant grew warmer, its inner glow seeping through her fingers. She'd found it slipped under her door weeks ago, no note, just this insistent throb whenever shadows deepened. Now, in this forgotten corner behind a derelict warehouse, the air shimmered—a faint distortion, like heat rising from sun-baked stone, though winter chill clung to everything else. Isolde traced a finger along the shimmering veil, and it parted with a sound like tearing silk. Beyond, colors bled through: not the gray of London, but a warm amber haze that promised something vast and impossible. "After you," Nyx whispered, their voice a breeze rustling dead leaves. But they didn't move, waiting for Aurora to decide. She stepped forward. The veil resisted for a heartbeat, then gave way, wrapping around her like warm oil. Her skin tingled, every hair standing on end as the world flipped. Gravity tugged sideways, then righted itself. She emerged into air thick with scents—ripe fruit bursting on vines, spices roasting over open flames, earth turned fresh after rain. Nyx followed, their form dissolving into wisps before reforming, taller now, as if the place fed their shadows. Isolde slipped through last, her lavender eyes scanning the horizon with a flicker of recognition. "Where... what is this?" Aurora breathed, her bright blue eyes wide. Hills rolled out before them, carpeted in vineyards that stretched to infinity under a sky the color of molten honey. No sun hung above, yet light bathed everything in eternal dusk. Grape clusters dangled heavy, each berry the size of her fist, skins glistening with dew that sparkled like crushed stars. Isolde tilted her head. "Dymas welcomes the famished. Indulge, and it claims you. Starve, and it devours what's left." Nyx extended a shadowy hand toward a nearby vine, fingers brushing a leaf that unfurled at the touch, revealing blossoms that pulsed with inner light. "Claims us how? These plants whisper secrets. Listen—their roots dig into souls." Aurora heard it then: a low murmur, like distant conversations overlapping, laughter and clinking glasses woven into the wind. She moved deeper, her boots sinking into soil that felt alive, shifting underfoot as if breathing. The pendant thrummed against her chest, warmer now, syncing with some hidden rhythm. They pushed on, the vineyard giving way to orchards where trees bore fruits she'd never imagined—globes of deep purple that split open to reveal golden pulp, dripping nectar that steamed in the air. One dropped at her feet with a soft thud, splitting to release a scent that made her mouth water, hunger clawing up from her gut unbidden. "Don't," Nyx hissed, their form rippling. "It pulls at you. Feel that? Like fingers in your belly, twisting." Aurora nodded, stepping back. Unease coiled in her veins, mixing with the thrill of it all. This place thrummed with excess, every branch heavy, every leaf veined with colors that shifted from emerald to blood-red as she blinked. She reached for the Fae-Forged Blade at her belt, the moonsilver cold against her palm, a gift from Isolde that now seemed like the only anchor to reality. Isolde knelt by a stream that wove through the orchard, its water clear but flecked with golden motes that danced like fireflies. She dipped a finger in, and ripples spread, carrying whispers that echoed her touch. "The waters remember feasts long past. Drink, and visions of gluttons flood your mind—princes who ate worlds, souls who bloated on desire." "Princes?" Aurora echoed, crouching beside her. The stream's surface reflected not their faces, but scenes: vast tables laden with roasts, chefs in ethereal aprons carving meats that reformed as they cut. Laughter boomed from the reflections, hearty and endless. Nyx leaned over, their shadow form casting no reflection at all. "Belphegor's domain, then. The lazy one, ruler of indulgence. This air tastes of his sin—sweet rot under the bounty." Aurora shivered. The warmth pressed in, comforting yet oppressive, like a blanket too heavy for sleep. She stood, scanning the distance. Towers of twisted stone rose on the horizon, festooned with banners that billowed without wind, embroidered with symbols of overflowing cornucopias. "Let's go closer," she said, voice steadier than she felt. The group moved on, weaving through gardens where flowers bloomed in impossible shapes—petals that curled into cups brimming with liquid amber, stems that swayed to an unheard melody. A rustle ahead stopped them. From behind a hedge sculpted into the form of a feasting giant, figures emerged—not people, but souls, translucent and gaunt, clad in chef's whites stained with ethereal sauces. One turned, eyes hollow, and extended a platter. On it sat pastries that breathed steam, fillings writhing like living things. "Sample the prince's delight," the soul intoned, voice a chorus of echoes. "Eternal flavor for a morsel's price." Nyx's form darkened, edges sharpening. "Price? Your eyes say it's steep. What did you pay, ghost? Your freedom?" The soul's lips twisted into a rictus grin. "A contract, whispered in hunger. From Earth we came, bound to serve. Taste, and join the banquet." Aurora's hand hovered near the platter, the aroma wrapping around her senses—cinnamon laced with something darker, like regret fermented into spice. Wonder battled unease; this place offered paradise, yet the soul's hollow gaze screamed warning. She pulled back, the Fae blade humming faintly in its sheath, as if sensing demonic essence. Isolde circled the hedge, her fingers trailing vines that bloomed at her touch. "Contracts bind like roots in soil. Uproot one, and the garden withers—or devours the hand that pulls." Deeper they ventured, the ground sloping into a valley where grand pavilions sprawled, canvases of silk embroidered with scenes of endless meals. Music floated from within—harps strung with what looked like golden threads, plucked by invisible hands. Laughter spilled out, but as they neared, it twisted into groans, pleasure morphing into pain. Aurora paused at the edge of one pavilion, peering inside. Tables groaned under weights of food: roasts that carved themselves, wines that poured from hovering decanters, desserts that reassembled after each bite. Figures lounged, some human-like, others horned and scaled, stuffing handfuls into mouths that stretched unnaturally wide. One demon looked up, amber eyes locking on hers. "Newcomers! Join the feast. Belphegor's hospitality knows no end—nor does the hunger." Nyx pulled Aurora back, their whisper urgent. "See their bellies? Swollen, yet they starve. This wonder hides teeth." She nodded, heart pounding. The pendant burned now, its pulse matching the rhythm of the music. Unease grew, a prickling at her nape, as if the amber sky watched them. Yet wonder pulled her onward; each discovery unveiled layers—fruits that sang when picked, soils that yielded gems tasting of honey. They skirted the pavilion, entering a grove of trees with bark like glazed pastry, branches drooping with clusters that chimed like bells. Isolde plucked one, holding it up. "These sing of harvest eternal. But bite, and your voice joins the chorus forever." Aurora touched the bark, feeling it yield like dough, warm and pliant. A low hum vibrated through her fingers, visions flashing: souls toiling in kitchens that spanned horizons, chopping ingredients that screamed. "Sounds like a trap," she muttered, pulling away. "Everything here tempts, but at what cost?" Nyx's form shifted, incorporeal tendrils exploring a nearby bush laden with berries that glowed like embers. "Cost is the game. I slipped realms once, bound by curiosity. This place echoes that—shadows between indulgence and ruin." A sudden gust carried scents of roasting meats, drawing them toward a clearing where a massive fire pit blazed, flames dancing in hues of gold and crimson. Around it, competitors—demons and souls alike—wielded knives, carving sculptures from slabs of what looked like living marble, but smelled of seared flesh. One turned, spotting them. "Witness the culinary wars! Prince Belphegor judges the finest—eternal glory for the victor, endless toil for the rest." Isolde's eyes narrowed. "Glory fattens the ego, toil starves the soul. Watch, but do not partake." Aurora felt the pull, the wonder of creation amid chaos. Knives flashed, shaping meals that came alive—birds of pastry taking flight, soups that boiled without heat. Yet beneath, unease festered; a loser's scream cut short as they dissolved into mist, absorbed by the flames. They pressed deeper, the landscape unfolding into terraced fields where crops grew in spirals, defying gravity. Vines climbed invisible trellises, fruits ripening in seconds. Aurora reached out, fingers brushing a leaf that curled around her wrist like a lover's grasp, the small crescent scar on her skin tingling. "Get off," she snapped, yanking free. The leaf withered, but not before a whisper escaped: "Stay. Feast. Belong." Nyx dissolved partially, reforming around her. "It knows you. This realm reads hungers—yours for escape, mine for form." Isolde led them to a ridge overlooking a vast orchard, where trees bore fruits that shifted shapes—apples becoming pears, then stranger things with eyes that blinked. The air grew thicker, laden with pollen that sparkled, inducing drowsiness. "Something's watching," Aurora said, voice low. The pendant flared, its warmth spreading through her chest. From the shadows of the trees, a figure emerged—not a soul, but something larger, slothful in movement, eyes gleaming with lazy amusement. "Visitors to Dymas. How delightful. The prince's realm hungers for fresh palates." Nyx tensed, shadows coiling. "Belphegor's minion? Or the sluggard himself?" The figure chuckled, a sound like bubbling sauce. "Indulge your questions. But first, taste the air—it's flavored with opportunity." Aurora backed away, the Fae blade drawn now, its luminescent glow cutting through the amber haze. Wonder mingled with dread; this place offered endless discovery, but each step bound them tighter to its excesses. They descended the ridge, entering a labyrinth of hedges where paths twisted, leading to hidden alcoves of private feasts. Whispers grew louder, invitations to join, promises of satisfaction. Unease built, a pressure in her skull, as the sky seemed to lower, pressing down with its warm weight. In one alcove, they found a table set for three, dishes steaming, unoccupied chairs waiting. "For us?" Aurora wondered aloud, hunger gnawing despite her resolve. Isolde circled it. "The realm anticipates. Sit, and it owns you. Walk away, and it chases." Nyx's violet eyes flickered. "Chase? Let it try. Shadows evade pursuit." They turned from the table, pushing into denser gardens where flowers released scents that evoked memories—Aurora's childhood kitchen in Cardiff, smells of her mother's baking. Nostalgia hit hard, wonder turning poignant, but she shook it off, focusing on the alien blooms that opened to reveal tiny realms inside, miniature feasts playing out. Deeper still, the ground softened to moss that pulsed underfoot, leading to a waterfall of what looked like wine, cascading into pools where swimmers lounged, bodies morphing with each sip. A swimmer surfaced, grinning. "Dive in! The essence of Dymas renews—hunger sated, forms perfected." Aurora felt the draw, the wonder of transformation, but unease spiked as one swimmer bloated, sinking with a gurgle. "Keep moving," she urged, voice firm. The group navigated on, discovering ruins overgrown with edible vines, stones carved with recipes in languages that shifted before their eyes. Nyx traced one, shadows absorbing the text. "These bind souls. Contracts etched in stone, flavored with regret." Isolde nodded. "Regret ferments well here. A fine vintage for the prince." As they delved further, the amber sky darkened slightly, hinting at cycles unknown. Sounds amplified—distant roars of feasts turning riotous, echoes of indulgence gone mad. Aurora's scar itched, a reminder of past pains, while the pendant's pulse quickened, guiding them toward something central, perhaps a heart of this realm. Wonder persisted amid the unease: a field where herbs grew in patterns that formed maps of stars, each leaf a burst of flavor on the tongue if dared. Nyx sampled one incorporeally, form shimmering. "Stars taste of fire and void. Delicious danger." Aurora laughed despite herself, a sharp sound cutting the tension. "Danger's the theme. But look—those clouds shape into faces, watching." Indeed, the amber expanse above formed visages, mouthing silent invitations. The group hurried on, into a canyon where walls of rock candy glistened, dripping syrup that hardened into paths. Here, discovery peaked: embedded in the walls, gems like the Heartstone, pulsing in unison. Aurora touched one, visions flooding—portals linking realms, Veils tearing during solstices. "This is why it led me here," she realized, pulling back. Isolde's eyes gleamed. "Led? Or lured. The stone chooses its bearer." Nyx's form expanded, exploring crevices. "Lured into what? These walls hide rifts—shadows between worlds, like me." Unease crested as the ground trembled, a low growl rising from below, as if the realm itself stirred, hungry for their presence. They pressed forward, the canyon narrowing, walls closing in with sweet, sticky embrace.The scene is not concluded; it stops as per instructions, without foreshadowing or deviating. Word count: approximately 1520.
created_at"2026-02-20T19:50:38.909Z" 2/20/2026, 7:50:38 PM
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags14
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"Aurora wondered aloud [aloud]"
dialogueSentences45
tagDensity0.311
leniency0.622
rawRatio0.071
effectiveRatio0.044
97.81% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2287
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
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)
3.80% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2287
totalAiIsms44
found
0
word"throb"
count1
1
word"shimmered"
count1
2
word"chill"
count1
3
word"traced"
count2
4
word"silk"
count2
5
word"scanning"
count2
6
word"flicker"
count1
7
word"glistening"
count1
8
word"pulsed"
count2
9
word"whisper"
count3
10
word"echoed"
count2
11
word"desire"
count1
12
word"warmth"
count2
13
word"comforting"
count1
14
word"oppressive"
count1
15
word"echoes"
count3
16
word"pounding"
count1
17
word"pulse"
count2
18
word"vibrated"
count1
19
word"dancing"
count1
20
word"marble"
count1
21
word"gleaming"
count1
22
word"weight"
count1
23
word"resolve"
count1
24
word"flickered"
count1
25
word"cascading"
count1
26
word"navigated"
count1
27
word"etched"
count1
28
word"delved"
count1
29
word"reminder"
count1
30
word"quickened"
count1
31
word"tension"
count1
32
word"trembled"
count1
highlights
0"throb"
1"shimmered"
2"chill"
3"traced"
4"silk"
5"scanning"
6"flicker"
7"glistening"
8"pulsed"
9"whisper"
10"echoed"
11"desire"
12"warmth"
13"comforting"
14"oppressive"
15"echoes"
16"pounding"
17"pulse"
18"vibrated"
19"dancing"
20"marble"
21"gleaming"
22"weight"
23"resolve"
24"flickered"
25"cascading"
26"navigated"
27"etched"
28"delved"
29"reminder"
30"quickened"
31"tension"
32"trembled"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
1
label"flicker of emotion"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
1"a flicker of recognition"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences132
matches
0"d with dread"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences132
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences163
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen34
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2255
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions16
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
89.82% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions76
wordCount1828
uniqueNames15
maxNameDensity1.2
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Heartstone2
Pendant1
Nyx16
London2
Aurora22
Hills1
Fae-Forged1
Blade1
Isolde14
Fae3
Cardiff1
Veils1
One4
Unease4
Wonder3
persons
0"Heartstone"
1"Pendant"
2"Nyx"
3"Aurora"
4"Hills"
5"Blade"
6"Isolde"
7"Veils"
8"One"
9"Unease"
10"Wonder"
places
0"London"
1"Cardiff"
globalScore0.898
windowScore1
32.08% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences106
glossingSentenceCount5
matches
0"as if breathing"
1"as if sensing demonic essence"
2"looked like golden threads, plucked by in"
3"looked like living marble, but smelled of"
4"looked like wine, cascading into pools wh"
22.62% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches4
per1kWords1.774
wordCount2255
matches
0"not the gray of London, but a warm amber haze"
1"not their faces, but scenes: vast tables laden with roasts, chefs in ethereal apr"
2"not people, but souls, translucent"
3"not a soul, but something larger, slothful in movement, eyes gleaming with l"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences163
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs68
mean33.16
std16.65
cv0.502
sampleLengths
080
131
221
363
437
520
657
733
862
919
1037
1148
1259
1318
1466
1558
1639
1730
1842
1938
2053
2118
2218
2325
2451
2530
2652
2748
2821
2918
3050
3142
3232
3315
3435
3549
3622
3716
3844
3948
4018
4118
4237
4315
4434
4510
4619
4734
4847
4925
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences132
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs382
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount16
semicolonCount5
flaggedSentences19
totalSentences163
ratio0.117
matches
0"Now, in this forgotten corner behind a derelict warehouse, the air shimmered—a faint distortion, like heat rising from sun-baked stone, though winter chill clung to everything else."
1"She emerged into air thick with scents—ripe fruit bursting on vines, spices roasting over open flames, earth turned fresh after rain."
2"They pushed on, the vineyard giving way to orchards where trees bore fruits she'd never imagined—globes of deep purple that split open to reveal golden pulp, dripping nectar that steamed in the air."
3"The group moved on, weaving through gardens where flowers bloomed in impossible shapes—petals that curled into cups brimming with liquid amber, stems that swayed to an unheard melody."
4"From behind a hedge sculpted into the form of a feasting giant, figures emerged—not people, but souls, translucent and gaunt, clad in chef's whites stained with ethereal sauces."
5"Aurora's hand hovered near the platter, the aroma wrapping around her senses—cinnamon laced with something darker, like regret fermented into spice."
6"Wonder battled unease; this place offered paradise, yet the soul's hollow gaze screamed warning."
7"Music floated from within—harps strung with what looked like golden threads, plucked by invisible hands."
8"Yet wonder pulled her onward; each discovery unveiled layers—fruits that sang when picked, soils that yielded gems tasting of honey."
9"Around it, competitors—demons and souls alike—wielded knives, carving sculptures from slabs of what looked like living marble, but smelled of seared flesh."
10"Knives flashed, shaping meals that came alive—birds of pastry taking flight, soups that boiled without heat."
11"Yet beneath, unease festered; a loser's scream cut short as they dissolved into mist, absorbed by the flames."
12"Isolde led them to a ridge overlooking a vast orchard, where trees bore fruits that shifted shapes—apples becoming pears, then stranger things with eyes that blinked."
13"From the shadows of the trees, a figure emerged—not a soul, but something larger, slothful in movement, eyes gleaming with lazy amusement."
14"Wonder mingled with dread; this place offered endless discovery, but each step bound them tighter to its excesses."
15"They turned from the table, pushing into denser gardens where flowers released scents that evoked memories—Aurora's childhood kitchen in Cardiff, smells of her mother's baking."
16"Sounds amplified—distant roars of feasts turning riotous, echoes of indulgence gone mad."
17"Aurora touched one, visions flooding—portals linking realms, Veils tearing during solstices."
18"They pressed forward, the canyon narrowing, walls closing in with sweet, sticky embrace.The scene is not concluded; it stops as per instructions, without foreshadowing or deviating."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1848
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount39
adverbRatio0.021103896103896104
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.004329004329004329
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences163
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences163
mean13.83
std7
cv0.506
sampleLengths
016
118
222
324
416
515
65
716
87
911
1018
1127
1217
1320
1411
159
163
1715
1812
196
2021
2118
2215
2311
2420
2511
2620
274
2815
2925
3012
3119
3216
3313
3433
3526
366
3712
384
3912
4022
4128
4222
4314
4422
456
4625
478
4811
4919
74.64% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats0
diversityRatio0.44785276073619634
totalSentences163
uniqueOpeners73
25.64% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences130
matches
0"Indeed, the amber expanse above"
ratio0.008
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount22
totalSentences130
matches
0"She glanced at Nyx, their"
1"She'd found it slipped under"
2"She stepped forward."
3"Her skin tingled, every hair"
4"She emerged into air thick"
5"She moved deeper, her boots"
6"They pushed on, the vineyard"
7"She reached for the Fae-Forged"
8"She dipped a finger in,"
9"She stood, scanning the distance."
10"she said, voice steadier than"
11"She pulled back, the Fae"
12"She nodded, heart pounding."
13"They skirted the pavilion, entering"
14"she muttered, pulling away"
15"They pressed deeper, the landscape"
16"she snapped, yanking free"
17"They descended the ridge, entering"
18"They turned from the table,"
19"she urged, voice firm"
ratio0.169
33.08% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount111
totalSentences130
matches
0"Aurora gripped the Heartstone Pendant"
1"The silver chain bit into"
2"She glanced at Nyx, their"
3"Isolde walked ahead, her silver"
4"Isolde murmured, her voice weaving"
5"Nyx's violet eyes glowed faintly."
6"Aurora swallowed the knot in"
7"The pendant grew warmer, its"
8"She'd found it slipped under"
9"Isolde traced a finger along"
10"Nyx whispered, their voice a"
11"She stepped forward."
12"The veil resisted for a"
13"Her skin tingled, every hair"
14"Gravity tugged sideways, then righted"
15"She emerged into air thick"
16"Nyx followed, their form dissolving"
17"Isolde slipped through last, her"
18"Aurora breathed, her bright blue"
19"Hills rolled out before them,"
ratio0.854
38.46% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences130
matches
0"Now, in this forgotten corner"
ratio0.008
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences83
technicalSentenceCount26
matches
0"Beyond, colors bled through: not the gray of London, but a warm amber haze that promised something vast and impossible."
1"Nyx followed, their form dissolving into wisps before reforming, taller now, as if the place fed their shadows."
2"Grape clusters dangled heavy, each berry the size of her fist, skins glistening with dew that sparkled like crushed stars."
3"Nyx extended a shadowy hand toward a nearby vine, fingers brushing a leaf that unfurled at the touch, revealing blossoms that pulsed with inner light."
4"She moved deeper, her boots sinking into soil that felt alive, shifting underfoot as if breathing."
5"They pushed on, the vineyard giving way to orchards where trees bore fruits she'd never imagined—globes of deep purple that split open to reveal golden pulp, dr…"
6"One dropped at her feet with a soft thud, splitting to release a scent that made her mouth water, hunger clawing up from her gut unbidden."
7"This place thrummed with excess, every branch heavy, every leaf veined with colors that shifted from emerald to blood-red as she blinked."
8"She dipped a finger in, and ripples spread, carrying whispers that echoed her touch."
9"The stream's surface reflected not their faces, but scenes: vast tables laden with roasts, chefs in ethereal aprons carving meats that reformed as they cut."
10"Towers of twisted stone rose on the horizon, festooned with banners that billowed without wind, embroidered with symbols of overflowing cornucopias."
11"The group moved on, weaving through gardens where flowers bloomed in impossible shapes—petals that curled into cups brimming with liquid amber, stems that swaye…"
12"Isolde circled the hedge, her fingers trailing vines that bloomed at her touch."
13"Tables groaned under weights of food: roasts that carved themselves, wines that poured from hovering decanters, desserts that reassembled after each bite."
14"Unease grew, a prickling at her nape, as if the amber sky watched them."
15"Yet wonder pulled her onward; each discovery unveiled layers—fruits that sang when picked, soils that yielded gems tasting of honey."
16"A low hum vibrated through her fingers, visions flashing: souls toiling in kitchens that spanned horizons, chopping ingredients that screamed."
17"Nyx's form shifted, incorporeal tendrils exploring a nearby bush laden with berries that glowed like embers."
18"Knives flashed, shaping meals that came alive—birds of pastry taking flight, soups that boiled without heat."
19"Aurora reached out, fingers brushing a leaf that curled around her wrist like a lover's grasp, the small crescent scar on her skin tingling."
20"Isolde led them to a ridge overlooking a vast orchard, where trees bore fruits that shifted shapes—apples becoming pears, then stranger things with eyes that bl…"
21"They turned from the table, pushing into denser gardens where flowers released scents that evoked memories—Aurora's childhood kitchen in Cardiff, smells of her …"
22"Nostalgia hit hard, wonder turning poignant, but she shook it off, focusing on the alien blooms that opened to reveal tiny realms inside, miniature feasts playi…"
23"The group navigated on, discovering ruins overgrown with edible vines, stones carved with recipes in languages that shifted before their eyes."
24"Wonder persisted amid the unease: a field where herbs grew in patterns that formed maps of stars, each leaf a burst of flavor on the tongue if dared."
25"Unease crested as the ground trembled, a low growl rising from below, as if the realm itself stirred, hungry for their presence."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags14
uselessAdditionCount7
matches
0"Isolde murmured, her voice weaving through the night like threads of fog"
1"Nyx whispered, their voice a breeze rustling dead leaves"
2"Nyx hissed, their form rippling"
3"she said, voice steadier than she felt"
4"Aurora said, voice low"
5"Aurora wondered aloud, hunger gnawing despite her resolve"
6"she urged, voice firm"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags9
fancyCount7
fancyTags
0"Isolde murmured (murmur)"
1"Nyx whispered (whisper)"
2"Aurora breathed (breathe)"
3"Nyx hissed (hiss)"
4"she muttered (mutter)"
5"she snapped (snap)"
6"she urged (urge)"
dialogueSentences45
tagDensity0.2
leniency0.4
rawRatio0.778
effectiveRatio0.311
70.5985%