Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAHZG6CSMHFV7EP0V9SMYP

Run Details

Duration:
11.2s
Cost:
$0.000940
Provider:
Mistral

Model input

System
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 door swung open with a jolt, slamming against the wall with enough force to rattle the half-empty glasses on the shelf behind it. A gust of cold air—damp, thick with the scent of rain-slicked pavement and exhaust—spilled into the bar, carrying with it the sharp tang of something metallic. Silas Blackwood didn’t even glance up from the ledger he was balancing on his knee. He knew that smell. Knew the weight of it pressing against his ribs like a ghost’s breath. Then the man stepped inside. Tall. Broad-shouldered. The kind of presence that made the air hum with the memory of something dangerous. The old leather booths creaked as he settled into the one nearest the back, his coat still damp, the collar turned up against the London drizzle. Silas didn’t look up. He didn’t have to. “You’re late,” he said, the words dry as old parchment. “And you’re still wearing that coat.” A pause. The man exhaled, slow and deliberate, like he was choosing his next words with care. “Took me a while to find the place.” Silas finally lifted his gaze, just enough to see the reflection in the mirror behind the bar. The man’s face was older now—lines like cracked earth around his eyes, a jawline that had lost some of its sharpness. But his eyes were the same. Bright blue, sharp as broken glass. The kind of eyes that could cut you open without ever touching you. “Rory,” Silas said, and the name tasted like ash on his tongue. She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small, worn photograph. It was yellowed at the edges, the corners slightly singed. A woman stood in the middle of it, her smile bright enough to burn. “Found this in an old box,” she said, sliding it across the bar. “Thought you might like to see it.” Silas took it. The woman in the photo was younger—too young. Her hair was longer, her skin softer. She looked like she belonged in a different life entirely. “Eva,” he said, and the name sounded like a curse. Rory—*Laila*, as she’d been called in the old days—didn’t flinch. “She died last year.” Silas didn’t look up. “I know.” “You didn’t come to the funeral.” The words hung between them, heavy as the silence that followed. Silas finally met her gaze, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The bar seemed to hold its breath. “You look like hell,” she said, breaking the silence. He almost laughed. Almost. “And you look like you’ve been running from something for a decade.” She didn’t deny it. The photograph crinkled in Silas’s fingers. He set it down without looking at it again. “You’re not here for a drink,” he said. “Not really.” Rory’s fingers tightened around the edge of the bar. “I need your help.” Silas’s laugh was a dry, humourless thing. “That’s what they all say.” “This isn’t like that.” “Isn’t it?” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a growl. “You’ve got a scar on your wrist. Fresh. And you’re wearing a coat that smells like gunpowder.” Rory’s hand twitched. She didn’t look down. “I had an accident.” “Accidents don’t leave crescent-shaped scars.” She exhaled sharply, her breath visible in the cold air. “I got into a fight.” Silas studied her for a long moment. “With who?” “Does it matter?” “It matters to me.” She hesitated. Then, quietly: “A man named Evan.” The name hit Silas like a punch to the gut. He remembered Evan—tall, arrogant, the kind of man who thought he could walk all over people and get away with it. He remembered Rory, back then, her eyes bright with fury, her fists clenched like she was ready to tear him apart. He remembered her leaving. Running. “You’re still running,” Silas said. Rory’s jaw tightened. “I’m not running anymore.” Silas studied her for a long moment. Then, slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver signet ring. He slid it across the bar toward her. “This used to belong to my father. He gave it to me before he died. Said it was ‘for when the world got too loud.’” Rory didn’t touch it. “What does that mean?” “It means,” Silas said, his voice low and dangerous, “that I’ve been waiting for you to come back. And I’ve been waiting a long time.” The photograph between them was forgotten. The bar, the patrons, the weight of the past—none of it mattered anymore. There was only the two of them, and the unspoken questions hanging between them like a blade. Rory finally reached out and took the ring. Her fingers brushed his, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Then she stood, her chair scraping against the floor. “I need your help,” she said again. “But I’m not asking nicely.” Silas didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Rory turned toward the back of the bar, where the hidden bookshelf stood like a silent sentinel. She reached out, her fingers tracing the edge of a loose board. The shelf swung inward with a soft *click*, revealing the hidden room beyond. Silas followed her inside, the door closing behind him with a quiet *thud*. The room was small, cluttered with old maps, yellowed papers, and a desk that had seen better days. A single lamp flickered to life as Rory flipped a switch, casting long shadows across the walls. She turned to face him, her eyes never leaving his. “Evan’s not just some man,” she said. “He’s connected. To things I don’t understand. And he’s not alone.” Silas crossed his arms, his gaze sharp. “What do you want me to do?” Rory hesitated. Then, quietly: “Find out what he’s really doing. And stop him.” Silas studied her for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. “You’re going to have to tell me everything.” Rory exhaled, her breath shaky. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Silas reached into his coat and pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook. He flipped it open, revealing a series of names and dates, all written in his precise, looping handwriting. “This is what I do,” he said. “I find things out. And I make sure they stay buried.” Rory’s fingers tightened around the signet ring. “Then let’s start with Evan.” Silas closed the notebook with a snap. “You’re going to have to do more than that.” Rory met his gaze, her eyes steady. “I know.” Silas studied her for a long moment. Then, slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver flask. He unscrewed the cap and took a long pull, the liquid burning its way down his throat. He offered it to her. Rory took it, her fingers brushing his. “To old friends,” she said. Silas clinked the flask against hers. “And new mistakes.” The flask passed between them, the liquid catching the light like liquid silver. Then Rory took another pull, her throat working as she swallowed. She set the flask down on the desk, her fingers tracing the edge of the notebook. “Where do we start?” she asked. Silas looked up, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “With the beginning.” Rory nodded. “Then let’s go back.” Silas exhaled, his breath steady. “I was hoping you’d say that.” The desk between them seemed to shrink, the weight of the past pressing down like a physical force. Rory reached into her coat again, this time pulling out a small, folded piece of paper. She unfolded it carefully, revealing a map—old, faded, the ink smudged in places. “This is where it started,” she said. “A year ago, in Cardiff.” Silas took the map, his fingers tracing the lines like he was following a path he’d walked a thousand times before. “You were always good at maps,” he said. Rory’s smile was bitter. “I was good at a lot of things.” Silas studied the map for a long moment. Then, slowly, he reached into his desk and pulled out a small, brass key. He held it out to her. “This opens the door to the past,” he said. “But you have to be ready for what you’ll find.” Rory took the key, her fingers closing around it like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “I am.” Silas studied her for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Then let’s begin.” The key turned in the lock with a soft *click*. The door swung open, revealing a world that had been buried for a long time. And Rory Carter—Laila, Rory, whatever name she wore now—stepped through it, ready to face whatever came next. Silas followed her inside, the door closing behind him with a quiet *thud*. The past was waiting. And it was hungry.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags17
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"she said again [again]"
dialogueSentences58
tagDensity0.293
leniency0.586
rawRatio0.059
effectiveRatio0.034
66.15% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1477
totalAiIsmAdverbs10
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"really"
count2
2
adverb"sharply"
count1
3
adverb"slowly"
count5
4
adverb"carefully"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"really"
2"sharply"
3"slowly"
4"carefully"
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)
59.38% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1477
totalAiIsms12
found
0
word"weight"
count3
1
word"silence"
count2
2
word"unspoken"
count1
3
word"sentinel"
count1
4
word"tracing"
count3
5
word"flickered"
count1
6
word"unreadable"
count1
highlights
0"weight"
1"silence"
2"unspoken"
3"sentinel"
4"tracing"
5"flickered"
6"unreadable"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"jaw/fists clenched"
count1
highlights
0"fists clenched"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells2
narrationSentences127
matches
0"t with fury"
1"was bitter"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences127
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences166
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen29
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans5
markdownWords5
totalWords1462
ratio0.003
matches
0"Laila"
1"click"
2"thud"
3"click"
4"thud"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions26
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
25.56% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions55
wordCount1125
uniqueNames7
maxNameDensity2.49
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Blackwood1
London1
Silas28
Rory21
Evan1
Carter1
Laila2
persons
0"Blackwood"
1"Silas"
2"Rory"
3"Evan"
4"Carter"
5"Laila"
places
0"London"
globalScore0.256
windowScore0.333
58.54% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences82
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"tasted like ash on his tongue"
1"looked like she belonged in a different l"
2"sounded like a curse"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1462
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences166
matches
0"knew that smell"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs70
mean20.89
std17.46
cv0.836
sampleLengths
01
182
25
351
416
525
663
712
863
938
1014
116
126
1331
149
1516
164
1725
1813
1912
204
2128
2211
235
2415
259
263
274
288
2957
305
317
3254
338
3425
3536
3629
3712
387
3942
4013
4145
4218
4314
4413
4519
4611
4748
4812
4916
94.21% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount4
totalSentences127
matches
0"was yellowed"
1"been called"
2"was forgotten"
3"been buried"
72.41% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount4
totalVerbs209
matches
0"was balancing"
1"was choosing"
2"was following"
3"was waiting"
5.16% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount11
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences8
totalSentences166
ratio0.048
matches
0"A gust of cold air—damp, thick with the scent of rain-slicked pavement and exhaust—spilled into the bar, carrying with it the sharp tang of something metallic."
1"The man’s face was older now—lines like cracked earth around his eyes, a jawline that had lost some of its sharpness."
2"The woman in the photo was younger—too young."
3"Rory—*Laila*, as she’d been called in the old days—didn’t flinch."
4"He remembered Evan—tall, arrogant, the kind of man who thought he could walk all over people and get away with it."
5"The bar, the patrons, the weight of the past—none of it mattered anymore."
6"She unfolded it carefully, revealing a map—old, faded, the ink smudged in places."
7"And Rory Carter—Laila, Rory, whatever name she wore now—stepped through it, ready to face whatever came next."
86.79% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1140
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"small, leather-bound notebook."
adverbCount55
adverbRatio0.04824561403508772
lyAdverbCount16
lyAdverbRatio0.014035087719298246
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences166
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences166
mean8.8
std5.62
cv0.638
sampleLengths
024
126
215
34
413
55
61
71
815
926
104
114
1210
136
142
1515
168
1717
1821
196
206
2113
2212
235
2414
2510
2614
2713
287
293
308
317
3210
3310
3410
354
364
372
386
3911
4013
417
429
433
441
4512
464
476
489
498
45.78% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats7
diversityRatio0.21686746987951808
totalSentences166
uniqueOpeners36
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount10
totalSentences108
matches
0"Then the man stepped inside."
1"Bright blue, sharp as broken"
2"Instead, she reached into her"
3"Then, slowly, he reached into"
4"Then she stood, her chair"
5"Then, slowly, he nodded."
6"Then, slowly, he reached into"
7"Then Rory took another pull,"
8"Then, slowly, he reached into"
9"Then, slowly, he nodded."
ratio0.093
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount31
totalSentences108
matches
0"He knew that smell."
1"He didn’t have to."
2"he said, the words dry"
3"She didn’t answer right away."
4"It was yellowed at the"
5"she said, sliding it across"
6"Her hair was longer, her"
7"She looked like she belonged"
8"he said, and the name"
9"she said, breaking the silence"
10"He almost laughed."
11"She didn’t deny it."
12"He set it down without"
13"He leaned forward, his voice"
14"She didn’t look down."
15"She exhaled sharply, her breath"
16"He remembered Evan—tall, arrogant, the"
17"He remembered Rory, back then,"
18"He remembered her leaving."
19"He slid it across the"
ratio0.287
29.44% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount93
totalSentences108
matches
0"The door swung open with"
1"A gust of cold air—damp,"
2"Silas Blackwood didn’t even glance"
3"He knew that smell."
4"The kind of presence that"
5"The old leather booths creaked"
6"Silas didn’t look up."
7"He didn’t have to."
8"he said, the words dry"
9"The man exhaled, slow and"
10"Silas finally lifted his gaze,"
11"The man’s face was older"
12"The kind of eyes that"
13"Silas said, and the name"
14"She didn’t answer right away."
15"It was yellowed at the"
16"A woman stood in the"
17"she said, sliding it across"
18"Silas took it."
19"The woman in the photo"
ratio0.861
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences108
matches(empty)
ratio0
69.97% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences49
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"The kind of presence that made the air hum with the memory of something dangerous."
1"He remembered Evan—tall, arrogant, the kind of man who thought he could walk all over people and get away with it."
2"The room was small, cluttered with old maps, yellowed papers, and a desk that had seen better days."
3"Silas took the map, his fingers tracing the lines like he was following a path he’d walked a thousand times before."
4"Rory took the key, her fingers closing around it like it was the only thing keeping her grounded."
7.35% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags17
uselessAdditionCount4
matches
0"Silas said, and the name tasted like ash on his tongue"
1"he said, and the name sounded like a curse"
2"He leaned, his voice dropping to a growl"
3"Silas said, his voice low and dangerous,"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags16
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences58
tagDensity0.276
leniency0.552
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
77.3579%