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Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94QTJYQ8JWHDYKKEWCC3XF
Run Details
Model:
Gemini 2.5 Flash (Reasoning)
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Literary fiction: old friends reunite
Duration:
25.5s
Cost:
$0.013875
Provider:
Google AI Studio
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
73.43%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
0.00%
AI-ism word frequency
(details)
66.67%
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)
16.67%
Name drop frequency
(details)
51.32%
Narrator intent-glossing
(details)
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
(details)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
(details)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
(details)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
67.02%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
45.74%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
37.88%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
0.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
78.6242%
Overall
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>
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"Another broken promise then." Silas's voice, gravelly and low, cut through the quiet hum of the Raven's Nest.
Rory didn't look up, instead
sliding a freshly polished tumbler onto the shelf behind the bar.
Tonight felt like one of
those slow, treacle-thick evenings, the kind where London held its breath, waiting. "They're all broken eventually, aren't they?"
Rory muttered, picking up another
glass, still warm from the washer.
The faint scent of lemons
and sanitiser
hung in the air
.
Silas merely grunted, his gaze
fixed on the front door, the distinctive green neon sign above it casting a sickly glow into the street outside.
A shadow paused there, obscuring
the name, then pushed through the heavy oak.
The bell above the door
gave a tired protest. Rory braced herself, a
familiar
, almost instinctual
tension
tightening her shoulders. Her job at Golden Empress, delivering delicate noodle boxes and fragrant curries across London on her bicycle, had
etched
a certain alertness into her.
People entered places like Silas's
for specific reasons, rarely good ones.
The woman who stepped inside
wasn't a stranger. Not entirely.
Her hair, once a vibrant
shock of crimson, now fell in sleek, dark waves, almost black against her pale, angular face. Expensive material,
silk
perhaps, clung to her frame, a
stark
contrast to the bar's worn wooden interior.
A heavy silver choker, intricately
carved, caught the low light.
It wasn't the kind of
jewellery one wore to a casual Soho pub.
Rory felt a cold trickle
down her spine
.
The old ache, buried deep
beneath layers of London grime and delivery routes, stirred. *
Bethany
*.
Bethany
moved through the sparse tables, her heels clicking a precise rhythm on the scuffed floorboards, a sound too sharp for the mellow atmosphere. Her gaze swept the room, dismissive, until it landed on Rory behind the bar.
A flicker of something, surprise
or recognition, crossed her
flawless
features.
Then, a cool, almost practiced
smile formed. "Rory? Is that
really
you?" Her voice had changed too, polished, smoother, the rough Cardiff edges filed down to something less
familiar
. Rory forced a smile, a little stiff on her lips. "
Bethany
. What are you doing here?" "A chance
encounter
, it seems."
Bethany
approached the bar, the scent of expensive perfume, something sharp and floral, preceding her. She leaned in, her eyes, once a sparkling emerald, now held a cool,
calculating
glint
. "Last I heard, you were chasing ambulances. Law school, wasn't it?" "Things change." Rory kept her voice even, placing the glass back on the shelf with deliberate care. "Working here now. Above it, actually."
Bethany
's eyes
flickered
to the ceiling, then back to Rory, a hint of something
unreadable
in their
depths
. "Always did have a knack for finding the unconventional path, didn't you? What's your poison these days? Still those sickly sweet ciders?" "Something stronger." Rory reached for a bottle of amber whiskey, the label a muted gold.
Bethany
watched her, hands clasped neatly in front of her. "I'll have a gin."
Bethany
's voice was firm. "Hendrick's. Cucumber, not lime." Rory nodded, reaching for the appropriate bottle. The simple act felt
charged
, laden with years.
She remembered countless nights in
cramped Cardiff pubs, cheap lagers, sticky floors, and
Bethany
's unrestrained laughter
echoing
off damp walls.
Now, the laughter seemed to
have gone, replaced by a careful poise. "You look..."
Bethany
paused,
as if searching for the right word, or perhaps editing a less flattering one
. "Well. Healthy. London suits you." "Fewer mountains to climb." Rory poured the gin, the scent of juniper rising. "And you? You're far from Cardiff. The last I heard was..."
She trailed off, remembering the
whispers, the vague rumours of a swift, almost aggressive ascent. "Building an empire, darling."
Bethany
chuckled, a thin, brittle sound. "Something like that. Global finance. You wouldn't recognise the old me, not anymore." She was right. Rory wouldn't. The
Bethany
she knew had worn mismatched socks and a perpetual smudge of ink on her cheek from absentmindedly chewing on a pen. This woman was a different species entirely. "No, I suppose not." Rory pushed the drink across the polished bar towards her. "Still the same old bar, though. Silas hasn't changed a brick." Silas, who had been quietly observing from the corner, finally stirred.
He moved towards them, his
slight limp more pronounced than usual. "Some things are best left untouched, lass. Like old wounds. Or good whisky."
Bethany
's
perfect
smile
wavered
for a split second.
She took a slow sip
of her gin, her gaze sweeping over Silas, assessing. "And who's this charming character?" "Silas. He owns the place." Rory kept her tone neutral. "Blackwood." Silas offered a brief, curt nod. "Always a pleasure to see new faces grace the Nest. Especially faces that carry such... stories."
Bethany
's hand tightened marginally around her glass. "Indeed. London's full of them." She turned back to Rory, her voice dropping, a conspiratorial
whisper
that still carried an edge. "Evan. Heard he's still making a mess of things back home. You did well to get out when you did. He was never right for you." The name
hung in the air
, a sour note in the quiet bar. Rory's jaw tensed. She hadn't heard that name, hadn't thought that name, in years.
She had fled Cardiff, fled
Evan, the abuse, the suffocating fear, with nothing but a packed bag and Eva's frantic phone calls. "That was a long time ago." Rory forced the words out, trying to push the memories back down. "Doesn't concern me." "Doesn't it?"
Bethany
leaned closer, her perfume
suddenly
cloying. "Old wounds or good whisky, as your friend says. Some things linger. He was looking for you, you know. After you left. Quite desperate." Rory
felt a prickle
of unease. "He knew where I was going. He knew I had friends in London." "Oh, he knew."
Bethany
took another slow sip. "He just didn't expect you to vanish. You always were good at that. Slipping away."
She paused, her eyes narrowing
. "But you're not so good at hiding, are you? Not from the right people." A shard of ice
seemed to
form in Rory's
stomach
. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Only that the world's smaller than you think."
Bethany
's gaze was too sharp, too penetrating. "And certain connections, they never
truly
fray. Old friends, old enemies. Sometimes they are the same thing." Silas, who had been polishing a section of the bar near them,
suddenly
cleared his throat, a sharp, deliberate sound. "We're nearing closing time, ladies. Any more orders?"
Bethany
ignored him, her full attention fixed on Rory. "I came across some information, accidentally, of course, that piqued my interest. About you. About your new life here."
Her eyes flickered to the
hidden door behind the bookshelf in the far corner, a place only a handful of people knew existed. "Working for certain... entities. A little more
complex
than delivering ramen, wouldn't you say?" Rory's spine stiffened.
She remembered the small crescent-shaped
scar on her left wrist, a childhood accident.
Bethany
had been there that day,
comforting
her.
Now, Bethany felt like a
fresh cut, bleeding into her
carefully
constructed
new life. "I don't know what you're talking about." Rory stared her down, her voice low, dangerous. "Don't you?"
Bethany
's smile returned, colder this time, predatory. "A woman of your... talents. Wasted on a bar. Or on a bicycle. You always had such a knack for finding things. For noticing the things others missed. A gift, some would say. A curse, maybe."
She reached into her silk
bag, pulling out a small, ornate silver box, polished to a mirror shine. It was a
familiar
box, one Rory hadn't seen in over a decade. "This belonged to my grandmother,"
Bethany
said, her voice softer, almost nostalgic. "You remember it, don't you? Full of her antique buttons. You used to spend hours sorting them, arranging them by colour, by size, by what you called their 'story'."
She opened the box
. Inside, instead of buttons, lay a single,
carefully
folded piece of parchment, yellowed and crisp. "I'm looking for something, Rory. Something important." Rory stared at the parchment, then at
Bethany
's expectant face. The
weight
of time, of
unspoken
regret, felt
suddenly
crushing.
Bethany
wasn't here by chance. She was here with a purpose, a cold,
calculated
one. "What do you want?"
Rory asked, her voice barely a whisper
.
Bethany
's smile widened. "I want you to find it. And if you don't..." She let the sentence hang, heavy and
unspoken
, a threat more potent for its
silence
. "Let's just say, certain connections from your past might find their way back into your present." The hidden meaning was clear. Evan. The abuse. The
carefully
buried terror.
Bethany
would drag it all back, expose everything. Rory felt a surge of cold fury, adrenaline sharpening her senses. "You wouldn't." "Wouldn't I?"
Bethany
closed the silver box with a soft click. "You forget, Rory. The new me. I’m quite adept at getting what I want. And just like old times, I know exactly what frightens you.""Another broken promise then." Silas's voice, gravelly and low, cut through the quiet hum of the Raven's Nest.
Rory didn't look up, instead
sliding a freshly polished tumbler onto the shelf behind the bar.
Tonight felt like one of
those slow, treacle-thick evenings, the kind where London held its breath, waiting. "They're all broken eventually, aren't they?"
Rory muttered, picking up another
glass, still warm from the washer.
The faint scent of lemons
and sanitiser
hung in the air
.
Silas merely grunted, his gaze
fixed on the front door, the distinctive green neon sign above it casting a sickly glow into the street outside.
A shadow paused there, obscuring
the name, then pushed through the heavy oak.
The bell above the door
gave a tired protest. Rory braced herself, a
familiar
, almost instinctual
tension
tightening her shoulders. Her job at Golden Empress, delivering delicate noodle boxes and fragrant curries across London on her bicycle, had
etched
a certain alertness into her.
People entered places like Silas's
for specific reasons, rarely good ones.
The woman who stepped inside
wasn't a stranger. Not entirely.
Her hair, once a vibrant
shock of crimson, now fell in sleek, dark waves, almost black against her pale, angular face. Expensive material,
silk
perhaps, clung to her frame, a
stark
contrast to the bar's worn wooden interior.
A heavy silver choker, intricately
carved, caught the low light.
It wasn't the kind of
jewellery one wore to a casual Soho pub.
Rory felt a cold trickle
down her spine
.
The old ache, buried deep
beneath layers of London grime and delivery routes, stirred. *
Bethany
*.
Bethany
moved through the sparse tables, her heels clicking a precise rhythm on the scuffed floorboards, a sound too sharp for the mellow atmosphere. Her gaze swept the room, dismissive, until it landed on Rory behind the bar.
A flicker of something, surprise
or recognition, crossed her
flawless
features.
Then, a cool, almost practiced
smile formed. "Rory? Is that
really
you?" Her voice had changed too, polished, smoother, the rough Cardiff edges filed down to something less
familiar
. Rory forced a smile, a little stiff on her lips. "
Bethany
. What are you doing here?" "A chance
encounter
, it seems."
Bethany
approached the bar, the scent of expensive perfume, something sharp and floral, preceding her. She leaned in, her eyes, once a sparkling emerald, now held a cool,
calculating
glint
. "Last I heard, you were chasing ambulances. Law school, wasn't it?" "Things change." Rory kept her voice even, placing the glass back on the shelf with deliberate care. "Working here now. Above it, actually."
Bethany
's eyes
flickered
to the ceiling, then back to Rory, a hint of something
unreadable
in their
depths
. "Always did have a knack for finding the unconventional path, didn't you? What's your poison these days? Still those sickly sweet ciders?" "Something stronger." Rory reached for a bottle of amber whisky, the label a muted gold.
Bethany
watched her, hands clasped neatly in front of her. "I'll have a gin."
Bethany
's voice was firm. "Hendrick's. Cucumber, not lime." Rory nodded, reaching for the appropriate bottle. The simple act felt
charged
, laden with years.
She remembered countless nights in
cramped Cardiff pubs, cheap lagers, sticky floors, and
Bethany
's unrestrained laughter
echoing
off damp walls.
Now, the laughter seemed to
have gone, replaced by a careful poise. "You look..."
Bethany
paused,
as if searching for the right word, or perhaps editing a less flattering one
. "Well. Healthy. London suits you." "Fewer mountains to climb." Rory poured the gin, the scent of juniper rising. "And you? You're far from Cardiff. The last I heard was..."
She trailed off, remembering the
whispers, the vague rumours of a swift, almost aggressive ascent. "Building an empire, darling."
Bethany
chuckled, a thin, brittle sound. "Something like that. Global finance. You wouldn't recognise the old me, not anymore." She was right. Rory wouldn't. The
Bethany
she knew had worn mismatched socks and a perpetual smudge of ink on her cheek from absentmindedly chewing on a pen. This woman was a different species entirely. "No, I suppose not." Rory pushed the drink across the polished bar towards her. "Still the same old bar, though. Silas hasn't changed a brick." Silas, who had been quietly observing from the corner, finally stirred.
He moved towards them, his
slight limp more pronounced than usual. "Some things are best left untouched, lass. Like old wounds. Or good whisky."
Bethany
's
perfect
smile
wavered
for a split second.
She took a slow sip
of her gin, her gaze sweeping over Silas, assessing. "And who's this charming character?" "Silas. He owns the place." Rory kept her tone neutral. "Blackwood." Silas offered a brief, curt nod. "Always a pleasure to see new faces grace the Nest. Especially faces that carry such... stories."
Bethany
's hand tightened marginally around her glass. "Indeed. London's full of them." She turned back to Rory, her voice dropping, a conspiratorial
whisper
that still carried an edge. "Evan. Heard he's still making a mess of things back home. You did well to get out when you did. He was never right for you." The name
hung in the air
, a sour note in the quiet bar. Rory's jaw tensed. She hadn't heard that name, hadn't thought that name, in years.
She had fled Cardiff, fled
Evan, the abuse, the suffocating fear, with nothing but a packed bag and Eva's frantic phone calls. "That was a long time ago." Rory forced the words out, trying to push the memories back down. "Doesn't concern me." "Doesn't it?"
Bethany
leaned closer, her perfume
suddenly
cloying. "Old wounds or good whisky, as your friend says. Some things linger. He was looking for you, you know. After you left. Quite desperate." Rory
felt a prickle
of unease. "He knew where I was going. He knew I had friends in London." "Oh, he knew."
Bethany
took another slow sip. "He just didn't expect you to vanish. You always were good at that. Slipping away."
She paused, her eyes narrowing
. "But you're not so good at hiding, are you? Not from the right people." A shard of ice
seemed to
form in Rory's
stomach
. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Only that the world's smaller than you think."
Bethany
's gaze was too sharp, too penetrating. "And certain connections, they never
truly
fray. Old friends, old enemies. Sometimes they are the same thing." Silas, who had been polishing a section of the bar near them,
suddenly
cleared his throat, a sharp, deliberate sound. "We're nearing closing time, ladies. Any more orders?"
Bethany
ignored him, her full attention fixed on Rory. "I came across some information, accidentally, of course, that piqued my interest. About you. About your new life here."
Her eyes flickered to the
hidden door behind the bookshelf in the far corner, a place only a handful of people knew existed. "Working for certain... entities. A little more
complex
than delivering ramen, wouldn't you say?" Rory's spine stiffened.
She remembered the small crescent-shaped
scar on her left wrist, a childhood accident.
Bethany
had been there that day,
comforting
her.
Now, Bethany felt like a
fresh cut, bleeding into her
carefully
constructed
new life. "I don't know what you're talking about." Rory stared her down, her voice low, dangerous. "Don't you?"
Bethany
's smile returned, colder this time, predatory. "A woman of your... talents. Wasted on a bar. Or on a bicycle. You always had such a knack for finding things. For noticing the things others missed. A gift, some would say. A curse, maybe."
She reached into her silk
bag, pulling out a small, ornate silver box, polished to a mirror shine. It was a
familiar
box, one Rory hadn't seen in over a decade. "This belonged to my grandmother,"
Bethany
said, her voice softer, almost nostalgic. "You remember it, don't you? Full of her antique buttons. You used to spend hours sorting them, arranging them by colour, by size, by what you called their 'story'."
She opened the box
. Inside, instead of buttons, lay a single,
carefully
folded piece of parchment, yellowed and crisp. "I'm looking for something, Rory. Something important." Rory stared at the parchment, then at
Bethany
's expectant face. The
weight
of time, of
unspoken
regret, felt
suddenly
crushing.
Bethany
wasn't here by chance. She was here with a purpose, a cold,
calculated
one. "What do you want?"
Rory asked, her voice barely a whisper
.
Bethany
's smile widened. "I want you to find it. And if you don't..." She let the sentence hang, heavy and
unspoken
, a threat more potent for its
silence
. "Let's just say, certain connections from your past might find their way back into your present." The hidden meaning was clear. Evan. The abuse. The
carefully
buried terror.
Bethany
would drag it all back, expose everything. Rory felt a surge of cold fury, adrenaline sharpening her senses. "You wouldn't." "Wouldn't I?"
Bethany
closed the silver box with a soft click. "You forget, Rory. The new me. I’m quite adept at getting what I want. And just like old times, I know exactly what frightens you."
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
52
adverbTagCount
2
adverbTags
0
"She turned back [back]"
1
"She turned back [back]"
dialogueSentences
105
tagDensity
0.495
leniency
0.99
rawRatio
0.038
effectiveRatio
0.038
73.43%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
3011
totalAiIsmAdverbs
16
found
0
adverb
"really"
count
2
1
adverb
"suddenly"
count
6
2
adverb
"truly"
count
2
3
adverb
"carefully"
count
6
highlights
0
"really"
1
"suddenly"
2
"truly"
3
"carefully"
100.00%
AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0
"Blackwood"
found
(empty)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
(empty)
found
(empty)
0.00%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
3011
totalAiIsms
66
found
0
word
"familiar"
count
6
1
word
"tension"
count
2
2
word
"etched"
count
2
3
word
"silk"
count
4
4
word
"stark"
count
2
5
word
"down her spine"
count
2
6
word
"flicker"
count
2
7
word
"flawless"
count
2
8
word
"encounter"
count
2
9
word
"calculating"
count
2
10
word
"glint"
count
2
11
word
"flickered"
count
4
12
word
"unreadable"
count
2
13
word
"depths"
count
2
14
word
"charged"
count
2
15
word
"echoing"
count
2
16
word
"perfect"
count
2
17
word
"wavered"
count
2
18
word
"whisper"
count
4
19
word
"stomach"
count
2
20
word
"complex"
count
2
21
word
"comforting"
count
2
22
word
"constructed"
count
2
23
word
"weight"
count
2
24
word
"unspoken"
count
4
25
word
"calculated"
count
2
26
word
"silence"
count
2
highlights
0
"familiar"
1
"tension"
2
"etched"
3
"silk"
4
"stark"
5
"down her spine"
6
"flicker"
7
"flawless"
8
"encounter"
9
"calculating"
10
"glint"
11
"flickered"
12
"unreadable"
13
"depths"
14
"charged"
15
"echoing"
16
"perfect"
17
"wavered"
18
"whisper"
19
"stomach"
20
"complex"
21
"comforting"
22
"constructed"
23
"weight"
24
"unspoken"
25
"calculated"
26
"silence"
66.67%
Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches
4
maxInWindow
2
found
0
label
"hung in the air"
count
4
highlights
0
"hung in the air"
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells
2
narrationSentences
186
matches
0
"felt a prickle"
1
"felt a prickle"
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
0
hedgeCount
4
narrationSentences
186
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
235
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
54
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
2
markdownWords
2
totalWords
3011
ratio
0.001
matches
0
"Bethany"
1
"Bethany"
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
16
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
16.67%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
144
wordCount
2016
uniqueNames
12
maxNameDensity
2.58
worstName
"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity
4.5
worstWindowName
"Bethany"
discoveredNames
Raven
2
Nest
2
London
6
Golden
2
Empress
2
Silas
14
Soho
2
Rory
52
Cardiff
6
Bethany
50
Evan
4
Eva
2
persons
0
"Raven"
1
"Empress"
2
"Silas"
3
"Rory"
4
"Cardiff"
5
"Bethany"
6
"Evan"
7
"Eva"
places
0
"London"
1
"Golden"
2
"Soho"
globalScore
0.21
windowScore
0.167
51.32%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
152
glossingSentenceCount
6
matches
0
"felt like one of those slow, treacle-th"
1
"as if searching for the right word, or perhaps editing a less flattering one"
2
"felt like a fresh cut, bleeding into he"
3
"felt like one of those slow, treacle-th"
4
"as if searching for the right word, or perhaps editing a less flattering one"
5
"felt like a fresh cut, bleeding into he"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
0
per1kWords
0
wordCount
3011
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
4
totalSentences
235
matches
0
"heard that name, thought that name"
1
"heard that name, thought that name"
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
89
mean
33.83
std
17.02
cv
0.503
sampleLengths
0
4
1
47
2
28
3
47
4
46
5
71
6
23
7
56
8
22
9
16
10
46
11
23
12
40
13
25
14
12
15
47
16
23
17
39
18
23
19
35
20
25
21
35
22
27
23
10
24
23
25
54
26
49
27
21
28
33
29
19
30
42
31
15
32
32
33
28
34
65
35
38
36
15
37
76
38
67
39
35
40
11
41
44
42
31
43
2
44
39
45
47
46
28
47
47
48
46
49
71
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
0
totalSentences
186
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
308
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
235
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
67.02%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
2020
adjectiveStacks
4
stackExamples
0
"slow, treacle-thick evenings,"
1
"small crescent-shaped scar"
2
"slow, treacle-thick evenings,"
3
"small crescent-shaped scar"
adverbCount
100
adverbRatio
0.04950495049504951
lyAdverbCount
42
lyAdverbRatio
0.020792079207920793
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
235
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
235
mean
12.81
std
8.01
cv
0.625
sampleLengths
0
4
1
14
2
16
3
17
4
17
5
11
6
25
7
13
8
9
9
11
10
24
11
11
12
8
13
2
14
21
15
17
16
10
17
13
18
8
19
14
20
1
21
24
22
14
23
11
24
7
25
22
26
10
27
6
28
20
29
15
30
11
31
17
32
6
33
18
34
22
35
15
36
10
37
8
38
4
39
7
40
8
41
20
42
12
43
18
44
5
45
13
46
26
47
10
48
13
49
3
45.74%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
10
diversityRatio
0.20425531914893616
totalSentences
235
uniqueOpeners
48
37.88%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
2
totalSentences
176
matches
0
"Then, a cool, almost practiced"
1
"Then, a cool, almost practiced"
ratio
0.011
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
44
totalSentences
176
matches
0
"Her job at Golden Empress,"
1
"Her hair, once a vibrant"
2
"It wasn't the kind of"
3
"Her gaze swept the room,"
4
"Her voice had changed too,"
5
"She leaned in, her eyes,"
6
"She remembered countless nights in"
7
"She trailed off, remembering the"
8
"She was right."
9
"He moved towards them, his"
10
"She took a slow sip"
11
"She turned back to Rory,"
12
"She hadn't heard that name,"
13
"She had fled Cardiff, fled"
14
"She paused, her eyes narrowing"
15
"Her eyes flickered to the"
16
"She remembered the small crescent-shaped"
17
"She reached into her silk"
18
"It was a familiar box,"
19
"She opened the box"
ratio
0.25
0.00%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
166
totalSentences
176
matches
0
"Silas's voice, gravelly and low,"
1
"Rory didn't look up, instead"
2
"Tonight felt like one of"
3
"Rory muttered, picking up another"
4
"The faint scent of lemons"
5
"Silas merely grunted, his gaze"
6
"A shadow paused there, obscuring"
7
"The bell above the door"
8
"Rory braced herself, a familiar,"
9
"Her job at Golden Empress,"
10
"People entered places like Silas's"
11
"The woman who stepped inside"
12
"Her hair, once a vibrant"
13
"A heavy silver choker, intricately"
14
"It wasn't the kind of"
15
"Rory felt a cold trickle"
16
"The old ache, buried deep"
17
"Bethany moved through the sparse"
18
"Her gaze swept the room,"
19
"A flicker of something, surprise"
ratio
0.943
100.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
4
totalSentences
176
matches
0
"Now, the laughter seemed to"
1
"Now, Bethany felt like a"
2
"Now, the laughter seemed to"
3
"Now, Bethany felt like a"
ratio
0.023
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
80
technicalSentenceCount
2
matches
0
"Silas, who had been polishing a section of the bar near them, suddenly cleared his throat, a sharp, deliberate sound."
1
"Silas, who had been polishing a section of the bar near them, suddenly cleared his throat, a sharp, deliberate sound."
0.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
52
uselessAdditionCount
18
matches
0
"Bethany paused, as if searching for the right word, or perhaps editing a less flattering one"
1
"Rory poured, the scent of juniper rising"
2
"Rory forced, trying to push the memories back down"
3
"Bethany leaned, her perfume suddenly cloying"
4
"She paused, her eyes narrowing"
5
"Her eyes flickered, a place only a handful of people knew existed"
6
"Rory stared, her voice low, dangerous"
7
"Bethany said, her voice softer, almost nostalgic"
8
"Rory asked, her voice barely a whisper"
9
"Bethany paused, as if searching for the right word, or perhaps editing a less flattering one"
10
"Rory poured, the scent of juniper rising"
11
"Rory forced, trying to push the memories back down"
12
"Bethany leaned, her perfume suddenly cloying"
13
"She paused, her eyes narrowing"
14
"Her eyes flickered, a place only a handful of people knew existed"
15
"Rory stared, her voice low, dangerous"
16
"Bethany said, her voice softer, almost nostalgic"
17
"Rory asked, her voice barely a whisper"
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
8
fancyCount
4
fancyTags
0
"Rory muttered (mutter)"
1
"Bethany chuckled (chuckle)"
2
"Rory muttered (mutter)"
3
"Bethany chuckled (chuckle)"
dialogueSentences
105
tagDensity
0.076
leniency
0.152
rawRatio
0.5
effectiveRatio
0.076
78.6242%