Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VGMHE67DHD47ASVGTZA9A

Run Details

Model:: Claude Sonnet 4.6 (Reasoning)
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 55.0s
Cost:: $0.040074
Provider:: Anthropic

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
80.54%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
51.36%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
100.00%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
100.00%	Name drop frequency	(details)
0.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
0.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
89.31%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
90.73%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
63.20%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
55.56%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
76.67%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
37.82%	Technical jargon density	(details)
100.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
100.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
78.1731%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert fiction writer.

Always keep the following rules in mind:
- Write in past tense and use General English spelling, grammar, and colloquialisms/slang.
- Write in active voice
- Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle.
- Avoid adverbs and cliches and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions.
- Convey events and story through dialogue.
- Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety.
- Skip "he/she said said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech
- Avoid mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or add unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself.
- Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action.
- Reduce indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe"

When writing text:
- NEVER conclude the scene on your own, follow the beat instructions very closely.
- NEVER end with foreshadowing.
- NEVER write further than what I prompt you with.
- AVOID imagining possible endings, NEVER deviate from the instructions.
- STOP EARLY if the continuation contains what was required in the instructions. You do not need to fill out the full amount of words possible.

User/Human

Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response:
<codex>
<character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist">
  <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor>
  <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair>
  <height>5'6"</height>
  <age>25</age>
  <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar>
  <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description>
  <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Continue the story using the following instructions:
<instructions>
Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.
</instructions>

Model response

The portal closed behind them with the sound of a door shutting underwater — muffled, pressurised, final.

Rory stood still. Her lungs drew in a breath of something that was not quite air.

It smelled of figs left too long in the sun, of wine soaked into old wood, of bread pulling apart in someone's hands. Rich and sweet and on the edge of rot. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth and breathed through her nose until her stomach settled.

"Move off the arrival point." Nyx drifted past her, their silhouette bleeding at the edges as it always did, never quite holding to one solid shape. "Portals in Dymas are monitored. Standing at one is worth about as much as knocking on a front door."

She moved.

The ground beneath her boots was soft — not grass, but something like it. Dense, dark-leaved growth pressed between flagstones of a deep terracotta red, and when Rory's foot caught the edge of a leaf it let out a faint, bruised smell. A perfume almost. She crouched and pressed two fingers to the leaf and it pulsed back, slow as a heartbeat.

She stood up quickly.

The sky was amber. Not a sunset amber — not that soft, transitional gold that London got sometimes in October just before the light gave up for the day — but a full, saturated amber as though the atmosphere itself had been steeped in something. Clouds moved through it like cream swirled in tea. There were two light sources she couldn't locate, throwing shadows in opposite directions, so that every object in her peripheral vision seemed to contradict itself.

Nyx had already moved twenty feet ahead, their form sharpening and thinning in the strange double-light.

"Stay close," they said, the words arriving at her ear with a slight delay, like an echo missing its source sound. "Dymas doesn't disorient the way Acheron does. It seduces. The difference matters."

"What does that mean exactly?"

"It means you'll want things. Old things. Things you thought you stopped wanting."

Rory's hand moved without permission to the pendant at her throat. The Heartstone sat warm against her sternum — not the faint pulse it gave near portals, but a sustained, even heat, like holding a mug of tea. She let go of it.

They walked a path that dropped gradually between two rows of vines. The vines themselves were wrong in a way she kept trying to pinpoint. The fruit that hung from them wasn't any single thing — clusters that began as grapes thickened partway through into something with the dark, waxy skin of a plum, and at the tip swelled into the shape and weight of small figs. All on the same stem. All ripe at once. Rory reached out and stopped herself an inch from touching one. The cluster swayed toward her hand, just slightly.

"They do that," Nyx said.

"They're plants."

"They're Dymasian. It's not the same."

Below the vines, the path curved and the canopy of a vast orchard opened ahead of them. Trees with silver-barked trunks spread wide enough that their branches met and locked together overhead, shutting out the amber sky, and beneath the interlocked branches hung lanterns of amber glass, no candles inside, just the glass themselves glowing. The light they gave was warmer still, and in it the fallen fruit on the ground glowed faintly at the edges — apples, pears, something Rory had no name for with skin the colour of a bruise and the heavy geometry of a pomegranate.

The smell thickened. It was harder to breathe now, not for the density of the air but for how much the smell demanded of her attention. She was hungry. She hadn't been hungry ten minutes ago.

"Don't eat anything."

"I wasn't going to."

"You were about to calculate whether you could," Nyx said. "I could see it."

She kept her hands at her sides.

They passed through the orchard and the path widened. From somewhere further in — deeper, lower, toward what felt like a centre of something — came sounds. Not voices yet, but the suggestion of voices: the wash of crowd noise, the scrape of furniture across stone, the ringing clatter of something metal on something metal. Rory stopped walking.

At the base of a low hill to her left, sheltered under the spread of an enormous tree whose bark was the colour of charcoal, sat the remnants of a feast table. The table was the length of a bus. The plates were artworks — deep ceramic pools still stained with sauces of deep burgundy and dark green, towers of bones picked clean, glasses with dried rings of what might have been wine. Candles had burned entirely away, leaving only tall stalactites of wax. Garlands of the same impossible fruit draped between empty chairs.

No one sat there. But the chairs hadn't been pushed back. They'd been pushed forward, like the people occupying them had simply descended through the seats.

Rory moved closer without deciding to.

The bones on the plates were large. Too large. Jointed in ways she recognised from no animal she could name, and pale not from bleaching but from age, from the kind of age that accrues over centuries rather than years. Between two plates sat a goblet still half-full, the dark liquid inside perfectly still.

She bent over it. Her own reflection looked up at her but the angle was slightly wrong, as though her reflection sat deeper inside the goblet than the liquid level allowed.

"Rory."

She straightened.

"There are souls contracted here," Nyx said from behind her, their voice lower than usual. "Chefs, servers. Bound to Belphegor's court. If any of them notice us —"

A sound. Not from the direction of the feast noise below, but from the orchard behind them. A soft, rhythmic percussion of footsteps on the terracotta flags, unhurried, coming closer through the amber-lit trees.

Nyx dissolved from solid to shadow in the span of a second, their form spreading across the ground.

Rory's hand found the Fae blade at her hip — cold, always cold, even here in the warmth of Dymas — and closed around it without drawing it.

The footsteps stopped.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	5
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	16
tagDensity	0.313
leniency	0.625
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

80.54%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

1028

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"quickly"
count	1

adverb	"slightly"
count	2

adverb	"perfectly"
count	1

highlights

0	"quickly"
1	"slightly"
2	"perfectly"

100.00%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

100.00%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

51.36%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

1028

totalAiIsms

found

word	"stomach"
count	1

word	"pulsed"
count	1

word	"echo"
count	1

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"weight"
count	1

word	"calculate"
count	1

word	"rhythmic"
count	1

word	"footsteps"
count	2

word	"warmth"
count	1

highlights

0	"stomach"
1	"pulsed"
2	"echo"
3	"pulse"
4	"weight"
5	"calculate"
6	"rhythmic"
7	"footsteps"
8	"warmth"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches	0
maxInWindow	0
found	(empty)
highlights	(empty)

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	66
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	77
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	43
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	1040
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	5
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

935

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

0.86

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Rory	8
London	1
October	1
Heartstone	1
Fae	1
Dymas	1
Nyx	6

persons

0	"Rory"
1	"Heartstone"
2	"Nyx"

places

0	"London"
1	"October"

globalScore

windowScore

0.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"not quite air"
1	"something like it"
2	"felt like a centre of something — came"

0.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

5.769

wordCount

1040

matches

0	"not grass, but something like it"
1	"not the faint pulse it gave near portals, but a sustained, even heat, like holding a mug of tea"
2	"not for the density of the air but for how much the smell demanded of her attention"
3	"Not voices yet, but the suggestion of voices: the wash of crowd noise, the scrap"
4	"not from bleaching but from age, from the kind of age"
5	"Not from the direction of the feast noise below, but from the orchard behind them"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	77
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

28.89

std

28.35

0.981

sampleLengths

0	17
1	16
2	51
3	45
4	2
5	62
6	4
7	79
8	16
9	33
10	5
11	13
12	43
13	95
14	5
15	2
16	6
17	99
18	36
19	3
20	4
21	14
22	7
23	58
24	94
25	26
26	6
27	54
28	31
29	1
30	2
31	28
32	34
33	18
34	28
35	3

89.31%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"been steeped"
1	"been pushed"
2	"been pushed"

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount	0
totalVerbs	137
matches	(empty)

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.117

matches

0	"The portal closed behind them with the sound of a door shutting underwater — muffled, pressurised, final."
1	"The ground beneath her boots was soft — not grass, but something like it."
2	"Not a sunset amber — not that soft, transitional gold that London got sometimes in October just before the light gave up for the day — but a full, saturated amber as though the atmosphere itself had been steeped in something."
3	"The Heartstone sat warm against her sternum — not the faint pulse it gave near portals, but a sustained, even heat, like holding a mug of tea."
4	"The fruit that hung from them wasn't any single thing — clusters that began as grapes thickened partway through into something with the dark, waxy skin of a plum, and at the tip swelled into the shape and weight of small figs."
5	"The light they gave was warmer still, and in it the fallen fruit on the ground glowed faintly at the edges — apples, pears, something Rory had no name for with skin the colour of a bruise and the heavy geometry of a pomegranate."
6	"From somewhere further in — deeper, lower, toward what felt like a centre of something — came sounds."
7	"The plates were artworks — deep ceramic pools still stained with sauces of deep burgundy and dark green, towers of bones picked clean, glasses with dried rings of what might have been wine."
8	"Rory's hand found the Fae blade at her hip — cold, always cold, even here in the warmth of Dymas — and closed around it without drawing it."

90.73%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount

846

adjectiveStacks

stackExamples

0	"Dense, dark-leaved growth"

adverbCount

adverbRatio

0.04373522458628842

lyAdverbCount

lyAdverbRatio

0.010638297872340425

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	77
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

13.51

std

10.67

0.79

sampleLengths

0	17
1	3
2	13
3	23
4	9
5	19
6	26
7	19
8	2
9	14
10	28
11	3
12	17
13	4
14	4
15	41
16	9
17	25
18	16
19	21
20	12
21	5
22	13
23	11
24	27
25	5
26	12
27	13
28	42
29	5
30	4
31	11
32	8
33	5
34	2
35	6
36	17
37	38
38	44
39	3
40	23
41	3
42	7
43	3
44	4
45	10
46	4
47	7
48	9
49	18

63.20%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	8
diversityRatio	0.44155844155844154
totalSentences	77
uniqueOpeners	34

55.56%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"All ripe at once."

ratio

0.017

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Her lungs drew in a"
1	"It smelled of figs left"
2	"She pressed the back of"
3	"She crouched and pressed two"
4	"She stood up quickly."
5	"they said, the words arriving"
6	"She let go of it."
7	"They walked a path that"
8	"It was harder to breathe"
9	"She was hungry."
10	"She hadn't been hungry ten"
11	"She kept her hands at"
12	"They passed through the orchard"
13	"They'd been pushed forward, like"
14	"She bent over it."
15	"Her own reflection looked up"

ratio

0.267

76.67%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The portal closed behind them"
1	"Rory stood still."
2	"Her lungs drew in a"
3	"It smelled of figs left"
4	"Rich and sweet and on"
5	"She pressed the back of"
6	"Nyx drifted past her, their"
7	"The ground beneath her boots"
8	"A perfume almost."
9	"She crouched and pressed two"
10	"She stood up quickly."
11	"The sky was amber."
12	"Clouds moved through it like"
13	"Nyx had already moved twenty"
14	"they said, the words arriving"
15	"Rory's hand moved without permission"
16	"The Heartstone sat warm against"
17	"She let go of it."
18	"They walked a path that"
19	"The vines themselves were wrong"

ratio

0.767

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	60
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

37.82%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Not a sunset amber — not that soft, transitional gold that London got sometimes in October just before the light gave up for the day — but a full, saturated amb…"
1	"Nyx had already moved twenty feet ahead, their form sharpening and thinning in the strange double-light."
2	"The fruit that hung from them wasn't any single thing — clusters that began as grapes thickened partway through into something with the dark, waxy skin of a plu…"
3	"Jointed in ways she recognised from no animal she could name, and pale not from bleaching but from age, from the kind of age that accrues over centuries rather …"
4	"Her own reflection looked up at her but the angle was slightly wrong, as though her reflection sat deeper inside the goblet than the liquid level allowed."

100.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags	5
uselessAdditionCount	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags	4
fancyCount	0
fancyTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	16
tagDensity	0.25
leniency	0.5
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

78.1731%