Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYBA5WC7M9MGRFPEF14CQ1F

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Duration:
23.6s
Cost:
$0.002163
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xAI

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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
Rory slammed the delivery bag onto the scarred oak counter, the zipper's rasp cutting through the low hum of glasses clinking and a jukebox crooning some forgotten Sinatra tune. She wiped sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, the faint crescent scar on her wrist catching the dim glow from the green neon sign flickering outside. The air in The Raven's Nest hung thick with the scent of aged whiskey and polished leather, the walls' old maps curling at the edges like secrets too heavy to stay flat. Silas emerged from the shadows behind the bar, his hazel eyes sharpening as he poured a pint with steady hands. That slight limp in his left leg marked each step, a quiet reminder of Prague's ghosts, but he moved with the same unhurried command. He slid the glass toward her without a word, foam spilling over the rim in lazy rivulets. She snatched it, gulping half in one go, the bitter foam clinging to her upper lip. "Long shift. Yu-Fei's got me hauling dim sum to half of Soho tonight." He nodded, polishing a tumbler with a rag that had seen better days. Grey streaks threaded his auburn hair, and his neatly trimmed beard framed a face etched deeper than she remembered. The silver signet ring on his right hand glinted as he worked, catching light from a black-and-white photo pinned nearby—a grainy shot of fog-shrouded spires that screamed Eastern Europe. Rory set the glass down harder than intended, the thud drawing eyes from a couple in the corner booth. She hadn't planned on lingering; the flat upstairs waited with its peeling wallpaper and single bulb, but something rooted her. Silas's gaze lingered too long, tracing the new hollows under her eyes, the way her straight black hair hung limp past her shoulders. "You're back," he said finally, voice low and gravelly, like stones shifting underfoot. She traced the counter's grain with a fingernail, avoiding his stare. "London's got a pull, doesn't it? Like a bad ex you can't quit." He chuckled, a dry rustle, and reached for a bottle of single malt. Poured two fingers into mismatched glasses. "Last I heard, you were buried in books at Cardiff. Pre-Law. Your da's dream." The mention of Brendan twisted something in her gut, but she kept her face neutral, shoulders squared. "Da's dreams are for people who stay put. I bolted after... things." She flexed her scarred wrist absently, the skin pulling tight. Evan. The name stayed locked behind her teeth, but the bruise marks faded into memory now, replaced by calluses from bike handles and takeout crates. Silas pushed one glass toward her, the amber liquid swirling. He lifted his own, the ring tapping the rim softly. "To bolting, then. And landing upright." She clinked hers against it, the sound sharp in the bar's murmur. Took a sip, the burn spreading warm through her chest. Five years. That's how long it'd been since she'd last set foot in this place—not as a tenant, but as the wide-eyed girl he'd pulled from a scrape outside a Cardiff pub, back when her world was still lectures and late-night revisions. He'd been Brendan’s old contact from some shadowy days, the kind of favour her father called in without explanation. "Si," she'd said then, breathless, "you always show up like a bad penny." Now, he looked at her like she'd vanished and returned a stranger. The limp hadn't been there before; neither had the lines bracketing his mouth, deep as ravines. Retirement suited him, or so the stories went, but his eyes held the same flicker of calculation, scanning for threats in every shadow. "You've changed," she said, setting the glass down. Propped her elbows on the counter, leaning in. The wood cool under her skin, sticky from spilled ale. He arched a brow, sipping slowly. "Time's a thief. Takes the spring from your step, adds wisdom to the grey." His free hand rested on the bar, fingers drumming a subtle rhythm—code, maybe, from old habits, or just the pulse of the place. She snorted, but it came out forced. "Wisdom? You're pouring pints in a dive, Si. Where's the corner office, the pension?" His gaze hardened, just a fraction, hazel turning flinty. He set the glass down with deliberate care. "Pensions rust, Rory. This?" He gestured to the room, walls papered in faded maps of forgotten cities, photographs of stern faces staring out from yellowed frames. "This is solid. Contacts in every booth, whispers in every pour." She glanced around, the dim light playing tricks, making the old photographs seem alive. A patron at the end of the bar nursed a scotch, his coat collar turned up against nothing; another pair huddled over dominoes, their murmurs laced with accents from across the Channel. The Raven's Nest hadn't changed—still a nest for the displaced, the watchers, the ones who slipped through cracks. But she had. The girl who'd laughed off his warnings about the world’s underbelly now carried its weight in her bones. "Eva mentioned you'd settled here," she said, swirling the malt. Childhood friend, lifeline to London. Eva's texts had painted Silas as the rock, the one who'd offer the flat above without questions. "Said you were out of the game. MI6 fairy tales over." He leaned against the backbar, crossing his arms, the signet ring pressing into his bicep. "Eva talks too much. Game's never over, just the players rotate." A pause, his eyes narrowing on her wrist. "And you? Delivering chow mein. Not exactly the barrister's daughter I packed off to uni." The words landed like a feint, probing. She rubbed the scar harder, the skin rough under her thumb. "Evan happened. Bruises, threats. I walked. Or ran. Doesn't matter." She met his gaze, bright blue locking on hazel. "Pre-Law was his idea too, in the end. Mine now is survival." Silence stretched, broken only by the jukebox flipping to a slower track, piano keys weeping softly. Silas uncrossed his arms, poured another round without asking. His hand trembled, just once, betraying the knee's ache or something deeper. "Survival's a cold bedfellow. You could've called. Brendan's still pulling strings in Cardiff." She laughed, sharp and brittle. "Da? He'd lecture me into next week. 'Stick it out, Aurora. Carter grit.'" She mimicked his brogue, then deflated, staring into the glass. The malt's peaty scent rose, mixing with the bar's undercurrent of smoke and secrets. "Besides, you were gone. Prague took you under, last I heard. Limp and all." He shifted his weight, the floorboard creaking under his boot. "Prague took a knee, not the soul. Opened this place instead. Safer than shadows." But his voice dipped, edged with the unspoken—the botched op, the partner lost to a sniper's bullet, the limp that echoed every misstep. Rory pushed her glass away, the liquid sloshing. Stood straight, all 5'6" of her squaring off across the counter. "Safer. Right. And me? Living above your spy den, dodging creditors and exes. We're a pair, Si. Ghosts in the same haunt." He studied her, head tilting slightly, the grey in his beard catching the light. "Ghosts don't deliver takeaways. Or laugh like you used to." His words hung, probing again, unearthing the girl who'd once begged stories from him over stolen pints, eyes wide at tales of coded messages and midnight extractions. She felt the pull, the regret coiling like smoke. Years wasted chasing approval—Da's, Evan's—while Silas built walls around his wounds. "That laugh's rusted. Time does that." She glanced at the door, the green neon pulsing invitingly. But something held her, the bar's warmth seeping into her chilled fingers. "Stay," he said, not a question. Poured her a fresh pint, foam cresting high. "Tell me about the ex. Or don't. But don't bolt again without a word." She hesitated, fingers drumming the counter in echo of his earlier rhythm. The couple in the booth argued now, voices rising in hushed Welsh, a language that tugged at her like home. "Evan. Charming till he wasn't. Punches landed where words failed." She flexed her wrist again, the scar a pale moon. "I fought back once. Knife in the kitchen. He laughed. Said I was marked for it." Silas's jaw tightened, a muscle twitching under the beard. He gripped the rag, knuckles whitening. "Should've called me. I'd have ended it." "Would you?" She leaned closer, voice dropping. "The Spymaster, playing vigilante? Or just another regret in your ledger?" He released the rag, sliding the pint nearer. "Regrets are for the inactive. I act." The door banged open then, cold night air rushing in with a gust that rattled the maps. A man stumbled through, coat askew, eyes wild under a wool cap. He scanned the room, gaze snagging on Silas, then Rory. "Blackwood. Word is you know things. About a package. From Cheung's." Rory stiffened, Yu-Fei's name slicing the air. Silas's hand moved under the counter, subtle, toward whatever he kept hidden there. The bar's hum faltered, patrons glancing over, dominoes pausing mid-click. "Wrong Nest, mate," Silas said evenly, but his eyes burned. "We serve drinks, not intel." The man stepped forward, hand dipping into his pocket. "Not wrong. Your girl's been hauling it. Dim sum hides more than sauce." Rory's pulse thundered, the scar itching like a warning. The package—Yu-Fei's "special" delivery she'd shrugged off as contraband herbs. Now, in the intruder's glint, it loomed larger, a thread pulling her back into the web she'd fled. Silas shot her a look, sharp as a blade. "Upstairs. Now." But she didn't move, rooted, as the man's hand emerged with steel flashing under the neon.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
96.55% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags29
adverbTagCount3
adverbTags
0"he said finally [finally]"
1"Silas said evenly [evenly]"
2"Dim sum hides more [more]"
dialogueSentences47
tagDensity0.617
leniency1
rawRatio0.103
effectiveRatio0.103
87.68% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1624
totalAiIsmAdverbs4
found
0
adverb"softly"
count2
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
2
adverb"slightly"
count1
highlights
0"softly"
1"slowly"
2"slightly"
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)
32.27% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1624
totalAiIsms22
found
0
word"reminder"
count1
1
word"etched"
count1
2
word"tracing"
count1
3
word"traced"
count1
4
word"flicker"
count1
5
word"scanning"
count1
6
word"pulse"
count2
7
word"weight"
count2
8
word"silence"
count1
9
word"trembled"
count1
10
word"unspoken"
count1
11
word"echoed"
count1
12
word"coded"
count1
13
word"warmth"
count1
14
word"chilled"
count1
15
word"echo"
count1
16
word"scanned"
count1
17
word"thundered"
count1
18
word"glint"
count1
19
word"loomed"
count1
highlights
0"reminder"
1"etched"
2"tracing"
3"traced"
4"flicker"
5"scanning"
6"pulse"
7"weight"
8"silence"
9"trembled"
10"unspoken"
11"echoed"
12"coded"
13"warmth"
14"chilled"
15"echo"
16"scanned"
17"thundered"
18"glint"
19"loomed"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences100
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences100
filterMatches
0"know"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences112
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen43
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1606
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions17
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions44
wordCount1238
uniqueNames23
maxNameDensity0.89
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Sinatra1
Raven2
Nest2
Silas11
Prague1
Eastern1
Europe1
Brendan2
Evan2
Cardiff1
Propped1
Channel1
Childhood1
London1
Silence1
Rory6
Right1
Si1
Da1
Welsh1
Yu-Fei1
Yu2
Fei2
persons
0"Sinatra"
1"Raven"
2"Nest"
3"Silas"
4"Prague"
5"Brendan"
6"Evan"
7"Silence"
8"Rory"
9"Da"
10"Yu-Fei"
11"Fei"
places
0"Eastern"
1"Europe"
2"Cardiff"
3"Channel"
4"London"
globalScore1
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences73
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.623
wordCount1606
matches
0"not as a tenant, but as the wide-eyed girl he'd pulled from a scrape outside a Ca"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences112
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs38
mean42.26
std21.42
cv0.507
sampleLengths
091
161
229
361
462
513
624
733
864
926
1096
1151
1226
1343
1421
1554
1685
1743
1849
1949
2050
2156
2247
2341
2451
2548
2628
2768
2822
2918
3015
3150
3230
3315
3422
3537
3611
3716
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences100
matches
0"was marked"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs238
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount9
semicolonCount3
flaggedSentences10
totalSentences112
ratio0.089
matches
0"The silver signet ring on his right hand glinted as he worked, catching light from a black-and-white photo pinned nearby—a grainy shot of fog-shrouded spires that screamed Eastern Europe."
1"She hadn't planned on lingering; the flat upstairs waited with its peeling wallpaper and single bulb, but something rooted her."
2"That's how long it'd been since she'd last set foot in this place—not as a tenant, but as the wide-eyed girl he'd pulled from a scrape outside a Cardiff pub, back when her world was still lectures and late-night revisions."
3"The limp hadn't been there before; neither had the lines bracketing his mouth, deep as ravines."
4"\"Time's a thief. Takes the spring from your step, adds wisdom to the grey.\" His free hand rested on the bar, fingers drumming a subtle rhythm—code, maybe, from old habits, or just the pulse of the place."
5"A patron at the end of the bar nursed a scotch, his coat collar turned up against nothing; another pair huddled over dominoes, their murmurs laced with accents from across the Channel."
6"The Raven's Nest hadn't changed—still a nest for the displaced, the watchers, the ones who slipped through cracks."
7"\"Prague took a knee, not the soul. Opened this place instead. Safer than shadows.\" But his voice dipped, edged with the unspoken—the botched op, the partner lost to a sniper's bullet, the limp that echoed every misstep."
8"She felt the pull, the regret coiling like smoke. Years wasted chasing approval—Da's, Evan's—while Silas built walls around his wounds. \"That laugh's rusted."
9"Rory's pulse thundered, the scar itching like a warning. The package—Yu-Fei's \"special\" delivery she'd shrugged off as contraband herbs. Now, in the intruder's glint, it loomed larger, a thread pulling her back into the web she'd fled."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount416
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount13
adverbRatio0.03125
lyAdverbCount1
lyAdverbRatio0.002403846153846154
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences112
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences112
mean14.34
std9.36
cv0.653
sampleLengths
029
130
232
320
424
517
616
713
813
919
1029
1119
1220
1323
1413
1511
1613
1713
186
1914
2017
2122
221
2324
2410
2510
266
2712
2810
292
3040
3119
3213
3312
3416
3523
368
378
3810
396
4037
417
4214
439
448
4526
4611
4714
4832
4918
81.85% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats0
diversityRatio0.49107142857142855
totalSentences112
uniqueOpeners55
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences91
matches(empty)
ratio0
52.97% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount38
totalSentences91
matches
0"She wiped sweat from her"
1"He slid the glass toward"
2"She snatched it, gulping half"
3"He nodded, polishing a tumbler"
4"She hadn't planned on lingering;"
5"he said finally, voice low"
6"She traced the counter's grain"
7"He chuckled, a dry rustle,"
8"She flexed her scarred wrist"
9"He lifted his own, the"
10"She clinked hers against it,"
11"He'd been Brendan’s old contact"
12"she'd said then, breathless"
13"she said, setting the glass"
14"He arched a brow, sipping"
15"His free hand rested on"
16"She snorted, but it came"
17"His gaze hardened, just a"
18"He set the glass down"
19"He gestured to the room,"
ratio0.418
53.41% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount74
totalSentences91
matches
0"Rory slammed the delivery bag"
1"She wiped sweat from her"
2"The air in The Raven's"
3"Silas emerged from the shadows"
4"That slight limp in his"
5"He slid the glass toward"
6"She snatched it, gulping half"
7"He nodded, polishing a tumbler"
8"The silver signet ring on"
9"Rory set the glass down"
10"She hadn't planned on lingering;"
11"Silas's gaze lingered too long,"
12"he said finally, voice low"
13"She traced the counter's grain"
14"He chuckled, a dry rustle,"
15"The mention of Brendan twisted"
16"She flexed her scarred wrist"
17"The name stayed locked behind"
18"Silas pushed one glass toward"
19"He lifted his own, the"
ratio0.813
54.95% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences91
matches
0"Now, he looked at her"
ratio0.011
51.28% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences39
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"Rory slammed the delivery bag onto the scarred oak counter, the zipper's rasp cutting through the low hum of glasses clinking and a jukebox crooning some forgot…"
1"She wiped sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, the faint crescent scar on her wrist catching the dim glow from the green neon sign flickering outside."
2"The silver signet ring on his right hand glinted as he worked, catching light from a black-and-white photo pinned nearby—a grainy shot of fog-shrouded spires th…"
3"The girl who'd laughed off his warnings about the world’s underbelly now carried its weight in her bones."
4"Rory stiffened, Yu-Fei's name slicing the air. Silas's hand moved under the counter, subtle, toward whatever he kept hidden there. The bar's hum faltered, patro…"
5.95% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags21
uselessAdditionCount5
matches
0"he said finally, voice low and gravelly, like stones shifting underfoot"
1"She flexed, the skin pulling tight"
2"she'd, breathless,"
3"She leaned, voice dropping"
4"Silas said evenly, but his eyes burned"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags6
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"she'd (would)"
dialogueSentences47
tagDensity0.128
leniency0.255
rawRatio0.167
effectiveRatio0.043
80.0078%