Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8W4PHM9C0N5GM22M0GCCAY

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Duration:
2m 34s
Cost:
$0.134235
Provider:
Anthropic

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Literary Fiction genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4413" name="Silas Blackwood" aliases="Silas, Si, the Spymaster" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Mentor"> <eyeColor>hazel</eyeColor> <hair>grey-streaked auburn</hair> <height>6'1"</height> <age>58</age> <beard>neatly trimmed, matching his grey-streaked auburn hair</beard> <limp>slight limp in his left leg from an old knee injury</limp> <signetRing>silver signet ring, always worn on his right hand</signetRing> <description>Silas is a retired intelligence operative turned bar owner. He carries himself with quiet authority.</description> <backstory>Former MI6 field agent who retired after a botched operation in Prague left him with a permanent knee injury. He opened "The Raven's Nest" bar in Soho as a front for his network of contacts.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the literary fiction genre. Two old friends who haven't seen each other in years run into each other unexpectedly at a bar. One of them has changed significantly. Through their conversation and the tension between who they were and who they've become, reveal the weight of time and unspoken regret. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The door opened and Rory recognised him before she could decide whether to. She recognised him by the way he stood — that particular brand of Cardiff confidence, shoulders back, chin up, as though the world owed him a receipt. Owen Davies. Still in the expensive suit. Still with the watch his father had pressed into his hand at graduation, already imagining the man it would make him. He swept the room with the practiced ease of someone who spent his weekdays in boardrooms and his weekends pretending it didn't hollow him out. She could have slid off the barstool. Could have folded herself into the shadows between the old maps and the black-and-white photographs that lined the Nest's walls. Silas would have covered for her without being asked. But Owen's eyes moved across the bar, settled somewhere near her, and then — slowly, like a man recalculating — they landed. The recognition spread across his face the way a stone crosses still water. First the ripple of surprise. Then the uncomfortable spread of something more complicated. "Rory." Not a greeting. More like a verdict. She set her glass down. "Owen." He crossed the room the way he always had, as if walking into a courtroom, each step deliberate. The Nest's amber light swallowed him. He looked, she thought, like a man in armour that had gone tight somewhere around the chest. He pulled out the stool beside her and sat without being invited. "London," he said. Flat. Not a question. "Two years running." She turned back to her glass. "You?" "Conference. Mergers and acquisitions. The usual tedium." He caught Silas' eye down the bar. Silas, polishing a glass with the focused disinterest of a man who had heard better secrets than anything Owen Davies would ever carry, drifted over. "Scotch. Neat. Whatever isn't blended." Silas poured without comment and drifted back. "Still at Chambers?" Rory asked. "Senior associate. On track for partner next spring." "Congratulations." The word sat between them like something neither of them wanted to pick up. Owen turned his glass on the bar. Round and round. Something he did when he was composing himself. She'd watched him do it before oral arguments in the university mooting competitions, back when composing himself was still a skill he had to practice. "Your mum rang my mum," he said. "Eight months ago. Asking if I'd seen you." Rory's thumb found the crescent scar on her left wrist. She pressed into it lightly, the way you press a bruise to confirm it's still there. "I know." "She said you'd gone quiet. Not just moved-city quiet. Gone." "I'm not gone. I'm right here." "Rory." He finally looked at her properly. His eyes, grey, always grey, the colour of Cardiff in February, moved over her face like he was checking for damage. "You're delivering food." She tilted her head. "And?" "You had a first in your second year. You were writing research papers that Hartley was considering submitting to the Law Review. You were going to—" "Going to what?" The question landed quietly, but Owen stopped talking. "Finish the sentence. I'm curious what you think I was going to be." He picked up his scotch. Drank. Set it down. "Something more than this." Around them, the Nest hummed. Someone fed the jukebox near the back and an old soul record surfaced from the noise, low and unhurried. Two men at a table by the window argued about football. Silas moved bottles like chess pieces behind the bar. Rory looked at Owen. The good suit. The Rolex. The first grey threading into his temples at thirty-one. The way he held his glass like he was afraid to let go of anything. "Made partner yet?" she said. "Nearly." "Happy?" His jaw tightened. The glass turned again, slow, deliberate. "That's a very twenty-five-year-old question." "I'm twenty-five." "Right." Something moved behind his eyes. "I forgot you still get to be." She let that settle. Outside on the street, a group of women pushed past the Nest's green neon sign, laughing. Their voices leaked under the door and vanished. "Evan told people you had a breakdown," Owen said. He didn't look at her. "Said you went to London to find yourself. Said it like — " He stopped. "People believed him. Your dad believed him." Rory's knuckle went white around her glass. "Dad can ring me if he wants to know." "He has." She knew that. She also knew she'd let it ring six times before declining, each time with the full intention of calling back, each time finding a reason not to. A delivery to make. A shift to cover. The particular architecture of her own cowardice. Owen turned on his stool to face her fully. "He hit you, didn't he." Not a question. The music played on. Silas moved, unhurried, to the far end of the bar, putting distance between himself and their table without being asked. Considerate man. He always seemed to know exactly where not to stand. Rory took a long pull of her beer. Set it down. Lined it up carefully with the ring it had left on the bar. "And if he did?" "Then why is everyone still standing around acting like you're the one who broke the bloody thing?" The rawness of it caught her off-guard. Owen, who had spent years calibrating his voice for courtrooms, cracked somewhere in the middle of the sentence. He looked, in this light, less like the man she'd watched successfully perform his entire adult life and more like the seventeen-year-old who'd once helped her climb out of a first-floor window after they'd been locked in the university library. She looked at him, at the rigid set of his shoulders and the grey beginning at his temples and the expensive watch that caught the amber light and gave back nothing warm, and felt the particular ache of standing at the bottom of a road you'd both started on together. "You knew," she said. "Before I left. You knew something was wrong." He said nothing. "You were at that dinner. November, three years ago. You saw the way he—" "I didn't know what I was seeing." "You looked right at me, Owen." "I know." His voice had gone very quiet. She waited. "I know." He said it again, as if twice might do what once had failed to. "I went home and told myself it wasn't my place. That you'd say something when you were ready. That I'd ask next time." He drained the scotch. "You rang me from Paddington station with a bag and one name — Eva — and hung up before I could say anything useful. I've been working out what useful would have been ever since." Rory looked at the bar. At the dark wood scored with years of other people's glasses, other people's nights. "You could have asked me to stay," she said. The words surprised her slightly on the way out. "Would you have?" "No." "Then what would have been the point?" He signalled to Silas, who appeared without theatre and refilled his glass. "You were always going to go. I think I was angrier about that than anything else. That you'd picked London and a delivery job over — " He gestured vaguely at what he himself represented, which she thought was either the law or the life they were both supposed to want, or both, or neither. "How is it?" she asked. "The nearly-partnership." He picked up the refilled glass. Considered it. "You eat what you kill," he said, like reciting. "First week in, I thought that was motivational. Turns out it's just a description." He didn't drink. Just held the glass, looking into it the way people look into things they already know the answer to. "I've got a flat in Canary Wharf. One-bedroom, harbour view, entirely too expensive. An office with a window and my name on a placard that I tell myself I'll feel something about come spring." He paused. "I've already reserved the restaurant for the celebration dinner. Seats twelve. I've been trying to work out who to invite and I've managed six names so far. Two are colleagues, not friends. One is my mother." The soul record ended. Someone fed the jukebox again. Same song. "Owen," she said. "Don't." He finally drank. Set the glass down with the careful precision of someone keeping himself intact. "I'm fine. It's a good life." He straightened his tie with the same gesture, she realised, as the first day she'd seen him walk into lecture theatre B, eighteen years old, performing certainty with everything he had. "Is it," she said. She did not make it a question. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked at her bare wrist, at the faint crescent scar. "You look different," he said. "I look like myself." "That's what I mean." Silas reappeared then, wordless, and refilled her glass without being asked. He set down a small bowl of peanuts like a man placing a comma in a sentence, then withdrew to the far end of the bar. Owen watched him go. "Who's that?" "Landlord." "Ex-intelligence," Owen said, with the flat certainty of someone professionally trained to read rooms. He glanced at the maps, the photographs, the particular studied casualness with which Silas moved through his own space. "Definitely ex-intelligence." "You a solicitor or a spy?" "I know people." A ghost of the old grin. That good grin of his. She noticed he'd stopped leading with it somewhere along the way. His phone lit up on the bar. He glanced at it, and something crossed his face that wasn't quite irritation. Relief. The particular relief of being rescued from yourself. He stood and straightened everything in sequence: jacket, tie, watch, expression. The armour, all of it, clicking back into place. He pulled out his wallet, left a twenty on the bar, and stood there for a moment, not quite willing to finish. "Are you safe?" he asked. She thought about the delivery routes she'd memorised to avoid certain streets. She thought about the flat above this bar and the particular security of sleeping above a man who locked his front door like someone who understood what locks were really for. "Getting there," she said. He nodded. Picked up his phone. Took two steps towards the door and turned back. "Six names," he said, as if they'd never changed the subject. "If the dinner happens. I'll send you a seat." She looked at him. "Seven," she said. Something in Owen Davies' face broke open for just a moment, the way light does when a cloud moves, brief and total and gone again before you could tell anyone it had been there at all. Then he put his phone to his ear and walked out into the street, and the Nest closed around the space he'd left like water closing over a hand. Rory turned back to her glass. Silas was already there, his silver signet ring catching the amber light as he refilled her pint without comment. Her phone lit up on the bar. An unfamiliar Cardiff number. Not Owen's. She stared at it. The screen went dark. Then it lit up again.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags28
adverbTagCount3
adverbTags
0"She turned back [back]"
1"The question landed quietly [quietly]"
2"He gestured vaguely [vaguely]"
dialogueSentences75
tagDensity0.373
leniency0.747
rawRatio0.107
effectiveRatio0.08
81.19% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1861
totalAiIsmAdverbs7
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
1
adverb"lightly"
count1
2
adverb"very"
count2
3
adverb"carefully"
count1
4
adverb"slightly"
count1
5
adverb"really"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
1"lightly"
2"very"
3"carefully"
4"slightly"
5"really"
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)
97.31% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1861
totalAiIsms1
found
0
word"practiced ease"
count1
highlights
0"practiced ease"
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
emotionTells2
narrationSentences148
matches
0"the ripple of surprise"
1"was afraid"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences148
filterMatches
0"look"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences192
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen53
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1870
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions26
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions46
wordCount1344
uniqueNames10
maxNameDensity0.97
worstName"Owen"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Owen"
discoveredNames
Rory8
Cardiff3
Davies2
Nest5
Owen13
Flat1
Silas9
February1
Rolex1
Set3
persons
0"Rory"
1"Davies"
2"Nest"
3"Owen"
4"Silas"
5"Set"
places
0"Cardiff"
globalScore1
windowScore1
53.85% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences78
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"as if walking into a courtroom, each step deliberate"
1"quite irritation"
2"not quite willing to finish"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1870
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences192
matches
0"let that settle"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs96
mean19.48
std19.5
cv1.001
sampleLengths
013
180
258
326
41
57
66
753
87
910
1044
117
125
138
141
1514
1643
1715
1826
192
2010
216
2231
235
2426
2524
269
274
2844
2933
305
311
321
339
345
352
3613
3728
3836
397
409
412
4245
4314
443
4536
4624
474
4817
4965
93.41% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount5
totalSentences148
matches
0"being asked"
1"being asked"
2"been locked"
3"being asked"
4"being rescued"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs250
matches
0"was composing"
1"was checking"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount3
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences2
totalSentences192
ratio0.01
matches
0"She recognised him by the way he stood — that particular brand of Cardiff confidence, shoulders back, chin up, as though the world owed him a receipt."
1"But Owen's eyes moved across the bar, settled somewhere near her, and then — slowly, like a man recalculating — they landed."
97.33% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount604
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount26
adverbRatio0.04304635761589404
lyAdverbCount3
lyAdverbRatio0.004966887417218543
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences192
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences192
mean9.74
std9.26
cv0.951
sampleLengths
013
127
22
35
421
525
67
720
89
922
1013
115
128
131
143
154
165
171
1818
196
2017
2112
223
231
243
259
261
2714
2825
295
307
315
328
331
3414
357
363
378
3825
397
408
4110
4216
432
4410
456
467
4721
483
494
59.03% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats10
diversityRatio0.3854166666666667
totalSentences192
uniqueOpeners74
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount5
totalSentences119
matches
0"Then the uncomfortable spread of"
1"More like a verdict."
2"Just held the glass, looking"
3"Then he put his phone"
4"Then it lit up again."
ratio0.042
55.29% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount49
totalSentences119
matches
0"She recognised him by the"
1"He swept the room with"
2"She could have slid off"
3"She set her glass down."
4"He crossed the room the"
5"He looked, she thought, like"
6"He pulled out the stool"
7"She turned back to her"
8"She'd watched him do it"
9"She pressed into it lightly,"
10"He finally looked at her"
11"His eyes, grey, always grey,"
12"She tilted her head."
13"He picked up his scotch."
14"His jaw tightened."
15"She let that settle."
16"Their voices leaked under the"
17"He didn't look at her."
18"She knew that."
19"She also knew she'd let"
ratio0.412
65.04% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount94
totalSentences119
matches
0"The door opened and Rory"
1"She recognised him by the"
2"He swept the room with"
3"She could have slid off"
4"Silas would have covered for"
5"The recognition spread across his"
6"She set her glass down."
7"He crossed the room the"
8"The Nest's amber light swallowed"
9"He looked, she thought, like"
10"He pulled out the stool"
11"She turned back to her"
12"Silas, polishing a glass with"
13"Silas poured without comment and"
14"The word sat between them"
15"Owen turned his glass on"
16"Something he did when he"
17"She'd watched him do it"
18"Rory's thumb found the crescent"
19"She pressed into it lightly,"
ratio0.79
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences119
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences44
technicalSentenceCount10
matches
0"She recognised him by the way he stood — that particular brand of Cardiff confidence, shoulders back, chin up, as though the world owed him a receipt."
1"He swept the room with the practiced ease of someone who spent his weekdays in boardrooms and his weekends pretending it didn't hollow him out."
2"Could have folded herself into the shadows between the old maps and the black-and-white photographs that lined the Nest's walls."
3"He crossed the room the way he always had, as if walking into a courtroom, each step deliberate."
4"Silas, polishing a glass with the focused disinterest of a man who had heard better secrets than anything Owen Davies would ever carry, drifted over."
5"Owen, who had spent years calibrating his voice for courtrooms, cracked somewhere in the middle of the sentence."
6"He looked, in this light, less like the man she'd watched successfully perform his entire adult life and more like the seventeen-year-old who'd once helped her …"
7"She looked at him, at the rigid set of his shoulders and the grey beginning at his temples and the expensive watch that caught the amber light and gave back not…"
8"He glanced at it, and something crossed his face that wasn't quite irritation."
9"She thought about the flat above this bar and the particular security of sleeping above a man who locked his front door like someone who understood what locks w…"
89.29% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags28
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"He said, as if twice might do what once had failed to"
1"he said, as if they'd never changed the subject"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags18
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences75
tagDensity0.24
leniency0.48
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
86.3915%