Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB6DB1VWZTY3FQ4WKT19KS

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Duration:
10.1s
Cost:
$0.000684
Provider:
Mistral

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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 neon glow of the Raven’s Nest pulsed like a slow, deliberate heartbeat, casting jagged shadows across the bar’s worn wooden floor. Aurora Carter—Rory, to those who knew her—leaned against the bar, her fingers tracing the edge of a half-empty glass of something dark and sweet. The scent of aged whiskey and damp stone clung to the air, thick and familiar. She hadn’t come here for the usual crowd, but for the quiet. For the way the bar’s dim light could still make her feel like she belonged somewhere, even if she didn’t anymore. Silas Blackwood—Si, to his friends—was polishing a glass with deliberate precision, his grey-streaked auburn hair catching the light as he moved. His left leg twitched slightly beneath the table, a habit that had become almost imperceptible over the years. He didn’t look up as Rory slid onto the stool beside him, but his fingers stilled for a moment before continuing. “You’re here,” he said, voice low, almost a whisper. “Of course I’m here,” she replied, her voice sharper than she intended. “You’re the only one who still remembers my name.” Silas didn’t smile. “You look different.” “And you look like you’ve aged a decade.” She took a sip of her drink, the burn of it sharp against her throat. “Though I suppose that’s just how you always were.” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he set the glass down with a quiet *clink* and leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “You’re not the same woman who used to walk into this place and order a pint like it was nothing.” Rory exhaled through her nose, the breath curling around her lips. “I’m not the same woman who used to believe in anything.” Silas’s hand paused mid-motion. “You’re not the same woman who ever left.” The words hung between them, heavy and unspoken. Rory’s fingers tightened around the stem of her glass. “I left because I had to.” “And you came back.” “No.” She shook her head, the movement catching the light in her bright blue eyes. “I came back because I couldn’t stay away.” Silas studied her for a long moment, his gaze unflinching. “You were always good at running.” “And you were always good at chasing.” A beat of silence. Then, quietly: “I didn’t chase you.” “No.” She smirked, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You didn’t have to.” The bar’s door creaked open behind them, the sound of boots on the floor outside cutting through the quiet. A man in a tailored suit stepped inside, his coat too pristine for the dim light. He glanced between Rory and Silas, his expression unreadable. “You two know each other?” Silas didn’t look up. “We’ve known each other a long time.” The man’s eyes flicked to Rory, lingering just a second too long. “Aurora Carter. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Rory’s smile faded. “And I’ve heard a lot about you.” Silas’s voice was steady, but his grip on the glass tightened. “This isn’t a social call.” The man’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I’m here about the job.” Rory’s breath hitched. “The job?” Silas’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist before she could react. His grip was firm, almost painful. “We’re done.” The man’s face twisted in frustration. “You can’t just—” “Shut up,” Silas snapped, his voice a low growl. “She doesn’t want to hear this.” Rory’s eyes burned with something raw and unfiltered. “I don’t need you to protect me.” Silas’s jaw clenched. “You always did.” The man’s voice was a rasp. “Then you’re both idiots.” Silas released her wrist with a sharp jerk, his fingers leaving a faint mark on her skin. “We’re leaving.” Rory didn’t move. “You’re not leaving.” Silas turned to her, his expression unreadable. “I am.” She stood slowly, her heels clicking against the floor. “You’re not the same man who walked out on me.” Silas’s gaze never wavered. “And you’re not the same woman who ever let anyone walk out on her.” The bar’s lights flickered, casting long shadows across the faces of those who had gathered around the periphery. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, with the weight of years that had passed and the ghosts that lingered. Rory reached for her glass, her fingers trembling slightly. “I should go.” Silas didn’t move. “You don’t have to.” She turned to leave, but he caught her arm before she could step past him. His grip was gentle, almost tender. “You’re not the same woman who ever walked away.” Rory’s breath came faster, her chest tight. “I’m not the same woman who ever let anyone walk away.” Silas’s voice was a whisper. “Then what are you?” The door swung open again, the sound of boots on the floor outside cutting through the quiet. The man in the suit stood there, his expression unreadable. “You’re both wasting your time.” Silas’s fingers tightened around Rory’s wrist. “We’re not done.” Rory’s eyes burned with something raw and unfiltered. “I don’t need you to protect me.” Silas’s voice was a low growl. “You always did.” She pulled her arm free, her voice sharp. “I’m going.” Silas didn’t follow her out. Instead, he turned to the man in the suit, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re not welcome here.” The man’s smile was cold. “I’m not here for the bar.” Silas’s gaze never left the man’s face. “Then what are you here for?” The man’s voice was a rasp. “The job.” Silas’s jaw clenched. “We’re done.” Rory’s footsteps echoed down the corridor, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The door to the secret room behind the bar was ajar, the key in the lock turning with a faint *click*. She pushed it open, the space inside dim and echoing. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and something else—something metallic, like the faintest trace of blood. Silas stepped into the room behind her, his presence immediate. “You’re not the same woman who ever walked away.” Rory’s fingers tightened around the edge of the table, her knuckles white. “I’m not the same woman who ever let anyone walk away.” Silas’s voice was a whisper. “Then what are you?” She turned to him, her eyes burning with something raw and unfiltered. “I’m trying to figure that out.” Silas’s gaze never wavered. “You always did.” The door swung shut behind them, the lock clicking into place with a finality that settled over the room like a heavy weight. Rory exhaled, her breath curling around her lips. “I should’ve known better.” Silas’s voice was quiet. “You always did.” The room was small, but it felt vast. The walls were lined with old maps and black-and-white photographs, each one telling a story that was just as tangled as the one between them. Rory reached for the door, her fingers brushing against something cold and smooth. A signet ring. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not the same woman who ever walked away.” Rory’s breath hitched. “I’m not the same woman who ever let anyone walk away.” Silas’s hand closed around hers, his grip firm and unyielding. “Then what are you?” Rory’s eyes burned with something raw and unfiltered. “I’m trying to figure that out.” Silas’s voice was a low growl. “You always did.” The door swung open again, the sound of boots on the floor outside cutting through the quiet. The man in the suit stood there, his expression unreadable. “You’re both idiots.” Silas’s fingers tightened around Rory’s wrist. “We’re not done.” Rory’s voice was sharp. “I’m going.” Silas’s gaze never left the man’s face. “You’re not the same woman who ever walked away.” The man’s smile was cold. “I’m not here for the bar.” Silas’s voice was a whisper. “Then what are you here for?” Rory’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers digging into the table’s surface. “I don’t know.” Silas’s voice was a low rumble. “Then you’re not ready.” The door slammed shut behind them, the lock clicking into place with finality. Rory’s eyes met Silas’s, her own unreadable. “I’m not the same woman who ever walked away.” Silas’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then what are you?” She exhaled, her breath curling around her lips. “I’m trying to figure that out.” Silas’s voice was quiet. “You always did.” The room was silent, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on them like a physical force. Rory reached for the door once more, her fingers brushing against the cold metal of the signet ring. Silas’s hand closed around hers, his grip firm and unyielding. “You’re not the same woman who ever walked away,” he said softly. Rory’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. “I’m not the same woman who ever let anyone walk away.” Silas’s voice was a whisper. “Then what are you?” She looked at him, her eyes burning with something raw and unfiltered. “I’m trying to figure that out.” Silas’s gaze never wavered. “You always did.” The door to the secret room was ajar, the key in the lock turning with a faint *click*. Rory stepped out, the weight of the past pressing down on her like a physical force. Silas followed, his presence immediate. “You’re not the same woman who ever walked away,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. Rory’s fingers tightened around the edge of the table, her knuckles white. “I’m not the same woman who ever let anyone walk away.” Silas’s voice was a whisper. “Then what are you?” She turned to him, her eyes burning with something raw and unfiltered. “I’m trying to figure that out.” Silas’s gaze never wavered. “You always did.” The bar’s lights flickered, casting long shadows across the faces of those who had gathered around the periphery. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, with the weight of years that had passed and the ghosts that lingered. Rory exhaled, her breath curling around her lips. Silas’s voice was quiet. “You’re not the same woman who ever walked away.” Rory’s breath hitched. “I’m not the same woman who ever let anyone walk away.” Silas’s hand closed around hers, his grip firm and unyielding. “Then what are you?” She looked at him, her eyes burning with something raw and unfiltered. “I’m trying to figure that out.” Silas’s voice was a low growl. “You always did.” The door swung open, the sound of boots on the floor outside cutting through the quiet. The man in the suit stood there, his expression unreadable. Rory’s fingers tightened around Silas’s wrist. “You’re not the same woman who ever walked away,” Silas said, his voice a low rumble. Rory’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. “I’m not the same woman who ever let anyone walk away.” Silas’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then what are you?” She exhaled, the weight of the past pressing down on her like a physical force. “I’m trying to figure that out.” Silas’s gaze never left hers. “You always did.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags9
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"he said softly [softly]"
dialogueSentences96
tagDensity0.094
leniency0.188
rawRatio0.111
effectiveRatio0.021
86.46% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1847
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count3
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
2
adverb"softly"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"slowly"
2"softly"
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)
0.00% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1847
totalAiIsms40
found
0
word"pulsed"
count1
1
word"tracing"
count1
2
word"familiar"
count1
3
word"whisper"
count7
4
word"unspoken"
count4
5
word"silence"
count1
6
word"pristine"
count1
7
word"unreadable"
count6
8
word"flicked"
count1
9
word"jaw clenched"
count2
10
word"wavered"
count4
11
word"flickered"
count2
12
word"weight"
count6
13
word"footsteps"
count1
14
word"echoed"
count1
15
word"echoing"
count1
highlights
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2"familiar"
3"whisper"
4"unspoken"
5"silence"
6"pristine"
7"unreadable"
8"flicked"
9"jaw clenched"
10"wavered"
11"flickered"
12"weight"
13"footsteps"
14"echoed"
15"echoing"
33.33% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
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maxInWindow3
found
0
label"jaw/fists clenched"
count2
1
label"air was thick with"
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label"weight of words/silence"
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highlights
0"jaw clenched"
1"The air was thick with"
2"the weight of unspoken words"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences131
matches
0"d in frustration"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences131
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences217
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen27
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans3
markdownWords3
totalWords1837
ratio0.002
matches
0"clink"
1"click"
2"click"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions8
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
0.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions84
wordCount1291
uniqueNames7
maxNameDensity3.64
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity5.5
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Raven1
Nest1
Carter1
Rory32
Blackwood1
Si1
Silas47
persons
0"Raven"
1"Carter"
2"Rory"
3"Blackwood"
4"Si"
5"Silas"
places(empty)
globalScore0
windowScore0
71.88% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences96
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"quite a smile"
1"quite a smile"
2"quite a smile"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1837
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences217
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs99
mean18.56
std14.56
cv0.785
sampleLengths
094
160
29
321
46
532
646
722
812
923
104
1123
1216
137
1410
1513
1649
1711
1820
1910
2016
2116
225
2319
249
2515
2615
276
2810
2919
306
319
3219
3318
3452
357
3630
3718
389
3932
409
4115
429
4310
4423
4511
4613
478
485
4964
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences131
matches
0"were lined"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs206
matches
0"was polishing"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount5
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences3
totalSentences217
ratio0.014
matches
0"Aurora Carter—Rory, to those who knew her—leaned against the bar, her fingers tracing the edge of a half-empty glass of something dark and sweet."
1"Silas Blackwood—Si, to his friends—was polishing a glass with deliberate precision, his grey-streaked auburn hair catching the light as he moved."
2"The air was thick with the scent of old paper and something else—something metallic, like the faintest trace of blood."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1301
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount40
adverbRatio0.030745580322828592
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.004611837048424289
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences217
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences217
mean8.47
std5.39
cv0.637
sampleLengths
022
124
215
312
421
521
618
721
89
912
109
113
123
1323
149
155
1621
1720
1811
1911
204
218
228
239
246
254
2615
278
2810
296
307
314
326
339
344
3519
3616
379
385
394
407
4112
428
433
447
4511
465
4711
485
493
46.77% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats7
diversityRatio0.09216589861751152
totalSentences217
uniqueOpeners20
51.28% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences130
matches
0"Instead, he set the glass"
1"Instead, he turned to the"
ratio0.015
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount24
totalSentences130
matches
0"She hadn’t come here for"
1"His left leg twitched slightly"
2"He didn’t look up as"
3"he said, voice low, almost"
4"she replied, her voice sharper"
5"She took a sip of"
6"He didn’t answer right away."
7"She shook her head, the"
8"She smirked, but it didn’t"
9"He glanced between Rory and"
10"His grip was firm, almost"
11"She stood slowly, her heels"
12"She turned to leave, but"
13"His grip was gentle, almost"
14"She pulled her arm free,"
15"She pushed it open, the"
16"She turned to him, her"
17"She exhaled, her breath curling"
18"he said softly"
19"She looked at him, her"
ratio0.185
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount127
totalSentences130
matches
0"The neon glow of the"
1"Aurora Carter—Rory, to those who"
2"The scent of aged whiskey"
3"She hadn’t come here for"
4"Silas Blackwood—Si, to his friends—was"
5"His left leg twitched slightly"
6"He didn’t look up as"
7"he said, voice low, almost"
8"she replied, her voice sharper"
9"Silas didn’t smile."
10"She took a sip of"
11"He didn’t answer right away."
12"Rory exhaled through her nose,"
13"Silas’s hand paused mid-motion."
14"The words hung between them,"
15"Rory’s fingers tightened around the"
16"She shook her head, the"
17"Silas studied her for a"
18"A beat of silence."
19"She smirked, but it didn’t"
ratio0.977
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences130
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences56
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"His left leg twitched slightly beneath the table, a habit that had become almost imperceptible over the years."
1"The walls were lined with old maps and black-and-white photographs, each one telling a story that was just as tangled as the one between them."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags9
uselessAdditionCount7
matches
0"he said, voice low, almost a whisper"
1"she replied, her voice sharper than she intended"
2"She took, the burn of it sharp against her throat"
3"She shook, the movement catching the light in her bright blue eyes"
4"Silas snapped, his voice a low growl"
5"he said, his voice low and dangerous"
6"Silas said, his voice a low rumble"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags6
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Silas snapped (snap)"
dialogueSentences96
tagDensity0.063
leniency0.125
rawRatio0.167
effectiveRatio0.021
76.3243%