Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1HWXYBDBYVD12Q068NEFGY

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Duration:
1m 9s
Cost:
$0.041375
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OpenAI

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System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Horror 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> <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> </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 horror genre. A character is alone in a strange, isolated place at night. They came here for a reason, but something feels off from the moment they arrive. The wrongness builds slowly — sounds that shouldn't be there, things that move at the edge of vision, a growing certainty that they are not alone. Build tension through restraint, not through gore. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for the character and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
Aurora Carter caught her sleeve on the lowest branch and nearly dropped the torch. “Come on.” The whisper escaped before she could stop it. She freed the fabric with a sharp tug and stepped between the ancient oak stones that marked the edge of the Grove. The Heartstone pendant slid cold against her throat, then warmed at once, a live thing waking under her skin. That was reason enough. The note had told her nothing useful, only a place, a warning, and a line that had gnawed at her all week. If it burns, do not turn back too soon. She had folded the scrap into her back pocket, cursed whoever thought riddles counted as help, and ridden out to Richmond with a torch, a phone, and the stubborn hope that the unknown benefactor behind the pendant might have left more than a cryptic sentence this time. The clearing opened with no sense of arrival. One moment she moved through a stand of close, black trunks, the next she stood in a wide ring of wildflowers and low silver grass, with no path behind her and no obvious route ahead. The place had the hush of a church after an argument. Her trainers sank into soft earth that felt too warm for open ground. Sweetness hung in the air, crushed petals and something richer beneath, almost rotten. Aurora lifted the torch. Its beam cut over moss, thorn, white foxglove, a fallen branch shaped like a rib. The flowers bloomed in clumps no season should allow. Bluebells beside roses. Snowdrops under summer fern. She had heard enough from drunks, dealers, and creatures with glamour in their smiles to know the Fae Grove sat crooked against the world, but hearing a thing in a pub was not the same as standing inside it with your own breath sounding borrowed. The pendant pulsed once. Warm. Warm again. “Fine,” she muttered. “Lead, then.” She followed the heat rather than any path. It tugged in tiny shifts, left, then forward, then slightly right, as if the thing could smell a trail she could not. Her phone showed no signal. More annoying, the compass app spun in lazy circles, then froze. She shoved it back into her coat pocket and moved on. The Grove did not stay still. Not in any way her eyes could pin down. She would pass a cluster of pale mushrooms, go ten steps, glance back, and find only nettles. A split stump became an upright shape for half a second, broad-shouldered and waiting, before the torch beam struck it full and turned it back to wood. Branches crossed overhead in knots that looked woven by hand. More than once she caught the sense of a path opening to one side, easy and inviting, but each time the pendant cooled when she turned toward it. That note again. Do not turn back too soon. She pressed on. Something clicked behind her. Aurora stopped. The sound had not come from branch or stone. It had the neat, hard edge of porcelain set down on a saucer. Delicate. Domestic. Wrong. She listened. The Grove answered with almost nothing. No road noise. No aircraft. No city wash. Only a faint rustle through grass and a tiny series of taps from somewhere ahead, irregular but close together, as if fingernails drummed on wood. “Not funny,” she said, though she had told no one where she was going. Silence settled again. Her voice seemed to vanish before it travelled three feet. She moved forward more slowly. The beam shook once, enough to annoy her. She changed grip, locking both hands around the torch until the crescent scar on her left wrist flashed white in the light. Her father had once told her that fear could sharpen a case or ruin it, all down to whether you let it choose the questions. Aurora took a breath and chose one. What had changed? The sweetness in the air had thickened. Not flowers now. Milk left too long in a warm room. Another sound, this time to her left. A child’s giggle, clipped short. Aurora whipped the torch around. Foxgloves. Stones furred with moss. A low thorn bush with one strip of fabric snagged on it, faded red and old enough to crumble. No child. She waited long enough for the backs of her knees to ache. Nothing moved. Nothing laughed again. “Echoes,” she said. The word sounded clever. It also sounded unconvincing. She walked on until she reached a narrow run of black water no wider than a hallway. It slid past without ripple or reflection. The torch struck it and vanished as if the beam had fallen into a hole cut out of the earth. On the far bank stood an ash tree bent into a clean arch. From one branch hung a chain of tiny bells, tarnished green. The pendant flared hot enough to sting. Aurora hissed and pulled it from her skin. In its deep crimson centre a faint inner glow stirred, thick as banked coals. “Right,” she said. “Portal.” The word came out flatter than she felt. She scanned the bank. No standing stones here, no doorway, no neat spinning wound in the air. Only the stream, the arching tree, and the bells. One of them chimed. No breeze touched her face. A second bell answered. Then all of them shivered at once with a thin silver clash that set her teeth on edge. The sound did not stop when the bells stopped moving. It stretched. Lengthened. Became something like many tiny voices speaking too fast to catch. Aurora stepped back from the stream. Her heel struck a root and she nearly went over. The voices ceased at once. Across the water, between the trunk and the dark behind it, a figure stood where nothing had stood a breath earlier. Too far for details. Tall. Narrow. Wrong in the proportions. Its head tipped as if listening. The torch beam reached it and seemed to blur around its outline, unwilling to settle. Aurora felt no urge to call out. Sensible instincts still worked, then. She backed away one step. The figure matched her with one glide of movement, not around the bank but nearer, though the water still ran between them. Its limbs folded and unfolded with a softness that put nausea at the base of her throat, like a spider moving under cloth. The bells chimed again. This time they formed words. “Aurora.” Not many things used her full name. Fewer managed it in a voice that sounded made of several others laid one over the next. She tightened her grip on the torch. “No.” The figure leaned closer. White flashed where a face should be. Teeth, she thought first. Then flowers. Then teeth again. “Aurora Carter.” It knew her surname. Of course it did. In places like this, names were doors. She took another careful step back. “Not interested.” A laugh fluttered through the bells. Childish. Elderly. Male. Female. The stream gave a soft plop, and a pale hand rose from the water to grip the bank. Aurora froze. The hand looked human at first glance. Five fingers. Nails. Knuckles. Then it hauled itself higher and showed joints where no joints should sit, two extra bends in each finger, the skin stretched glossy and pearl-pale over them. Another hand surfaced beside it. Then the crown of a head, hairless and smooth as an egg. She moved at last, fast, retreating from the bank as the thing dragged itself onto the grass. It made almost no noise. Wet, yes, but not the heavy slosh of a body lifting from water. More the faint peel of soaked paper parted from glass. The figure across the stream had vanished. That hit harder than the creature in front of her. One threat she could manage. Two, seen and unseen, meant rules she did not know. The pale thing stayed low on all fours. Its back rose and fell. Its face hung downward, hidden. It wore no clothes. Its skin caught the torchlight with a soft sheen, like fungus on cellar walls. When it lifted its head, Aurora saw no eyes. Smooth skin ran from brow to cheek without socket or lid. The mouth sat too wide and too high, cut almost from ear to ear. It smiled. “Nope.” She turned and walked, then broke into a run at once. Branches whipped her sleeves. Grass hissed at her shins. The pendant thudded against her sternum, hot-hot-hot, as if warning and urging both. Behind her came a quick patter, then a longer stride in dry leaves, then another sound from somewhere else entirely, pacing her to the right. Not alone. Certain now. Aurora veered left. The path, if there was one, narrowed between thorn walls. Good. If it followed, it would have to come single file. She ducked under a low branch and burst into a smaller clearing ringed with yew. In the middle stood a stone table no bigger than a pub bench, laid with a tea service. The sight snagged her in place. Six cups. A silver pot. A neat dish of sugar lumps. Steam curled from one cup. Porcelain clicked. She had heard that sound before. A chair scraped behind her. Aurora spun. There had been no chair. Now there were three, all plain wood, all facing the table. On the nearest seat rested a folded strip of paper. The pattering behind her stopped at the edge of the clearing. The Grove went so quiet that her pulse filled it. No. No chance. If the Fae wanted you seated, they wanted something from you that cost too much. Then the paper shifted. Not from wind. It unfolded by itself, one crisp crease at a time. Aurora kept the torch on it and edged closer, every nerve lit. Ink spread across the page as she watched, dark lines soaking up from the fibres. Don’t let it offer you your own voice. Her throat closed. Something spoke from the yew shadows in her exact tone. “Help me.” Another voice answered from behind the stone table, also hers, cracked and breathless. “Rory, please.” A third voice, this one from above, calm and cool, the one she used when she wanted men to stop underestimating her. “You’re making this worse.” Aurora backed away from the table. Shapes moved behind the yew trunks. Not full bodies. Segments. A hand sliding behind bark. Half a cheek. A shoulder in her own coat. Each glimpse arrived at the edge of vision and vanished when she turned. The pale thing from the stream crept into the clearing on all fours. It kept low, head bowed, mouth stretched in that impossible smile. From the opposite side came another. Then another. Three of them, identical and not, one taller, one thin as a reed, one with knees that bent sideways. The cup at the head of the table lifted by itself. Tea poured into the saucer in a thin, brown line. “Aurora.” Her mother’s voice this time, warm and worn at the edges. “Sit down, love.” The sound hit like a hand in her chest. Jennifer Carter was alive in Cardiff, nowhere near this place, but the voice carried all the tiny truths that forgery usually missed, the soft flattening of the vowel, the shape of love inside rebuke. “Sit.” Her father now. Precise. Dry. Dangerous because it was nearly perfect. Aurora’s eyes dropped to the letter on the chair. The fresh ink still glistened. Don’t let it offer you your own voice. Not your mother’s. Not your father’s. Yours. The tallest pale creature lifted its head. Its mouth opened wider. Wider still. Inside lay no tongue, no throat, only darkness packed with tiny white petals. Then it spoke in Aurora’s voice, every note exact. “I found Evan.” The clearing lurched. Not the ground. Her. Her balance. Her breath. Evan, dragged from the pit she kept boarded shut. She saw his flat stare, his broken apologies, the fist through plaster one inch from her head. The creature’s borrowed voice sharpened on the last word, using the pitch she had when panic chased anger. “He’s here.” Every pale head turned towards her. Behind the yews, all those half-seen versions of herself stepped forward together. Same black hair. Same height. Bright blue eyes catching the torch one row at a time. One of them raised her left hand. On the wrist gleamed a small crescent scar. The first duplicate smiled, and all the others smiled with her. Then the stone table split down the middle with a crack like bone, and hands, dozens of white jointed hands, burst out through the tea service and reached for Aurora’s ankles.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags4
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences20
tagDensity0.2
leniency0.4
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
95.28% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2119
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"slowly"
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)
69.33% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2119
totalAiIsms13
found
0
word"whisper"
count1
1
word"sense of"
count2
2
word"pulsed"
count1
3
word"porcelain"
count2
4
word"silence"
count1
5
word"echoes"
count1
6
word"scanned"
count1
7
word"fluttered"
count1
8
word"pulse"
count1
9
word"perfect"
count1
10
word"lurched"
count1
highlights
0"whisper"
1"sense of"
2"pulsed"
3"porcelain"
4"silence"
5"echoes"
6"scanned"
7"fluttered"
8"pulse"
9"perfect"
10"lurched"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences246
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences246
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences261
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen47
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2119
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions5
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions34
wordCount2084
uniqueNames9
maxNameDensity0.82
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Carter2
Grove5
Heartstone1
Richmond1
Fae2
Silence1
Aurora17
Cardiff1
One4
persons
0"Carter"
1"Grove"
2"Silence"
3"Aurora"
places
0"Richmond"
1"Fae"
2"Cardiff"
globalScore1
windowScore1
94.85% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences136
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"something like many tiny voices speaking too"
1"as if listening"
2"as if warning and urging both"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.472
wordCount2119
matches
0"not around the bank but nearer, though the water still ran between them"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences261
matches
0"heard that sound"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs108
mean19.62
std20.71
cv1.056
sampleLengths
014
12
249
326
49
547
680
780
87
95
1057
1197
129
133
144
152
1625
1741
1814
1913
2067
213
2218
2312
2429
252
2617
273
288
2968
3029
314
3234
334
345
354
3618
3745
3821
3931
4012
415
4245
439
441
4524
467
471
4820
492
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences246
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs336
matches
0"was going"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences261
ratio0
matches(empty)
98.56% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount2089
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount87
adverbRatio0.04164672091910005
lyAdverbCount13
lyAdverbRatio0.006223073240785065
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences261
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences261
mean8.12
std7.4
cv0.911
sampleLengths
014
12
28
322
419
54
622
79
847
98
1035
1111
1213
1313
144
1515
169
173
184
1945
204
211
222
233
242
258
2622
275
2811
2911
306
319
3217
3327
3410
3528
363
376
383
394
402
419
4213
431
441
451
462
476
483
492
58.24% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.3793103448275862
totalSentences261
uniqueOpeners99
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount15
totalSentences200
matches
0"More annoying, the compass app"
1"More than once she caught"
2"Only a faint rustle through"
3"Only the stream, the arching"
4"Then all of them shivered"
5"Too far for details."
6"Then teeth again."
7"Of course it did."
8"Then it hauled itself higher"
9"Then the crown of a"
10"More the faint peel of"
11"Then the paper shifted."
12"Then it spoke in Aurora’s"
13"Bright blue eyes catching the"
14"Then the stone table split"
ratio0.075
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount45
totalSentences200
matches
0"She freed the fabric with"
1"She had folded the scrap"
2"Her trainers sank into soft"
3"Its beam cut over moss,"
4"She had heard enough from"
5"She followed the heat rather"
6"It tugged in tiny shifts,"
7"Her phone showed no signal."
8"She shoved it back into"
9"She would pass a cluster"
10"She pressed on."
11"It had the neat, hard"
12"she said, though she had"
13"Her voice seemed to vanish"
14"She moved forward more slowly."
15"She changed grip, locking both"
16"Her father had once told"
17"She waited long enough for"
18"It also sounded unconvincing."
19"She walked on until she"
ratio0.225
100.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount133
totalSentences200
matches
0"Aurora Carter caught her sleeve"
1"The whisper escaped before she"
2"She freed the fabric with"
3"The Heartstone pendant slid cold"
4"That was reason enough."
5"The note had told her"
6"She had folded the scrap"
7"The clearing opened with no"
8"The place had the hush"
9"Her trainers sank into soft"
10"Sweetness hung in the air,"
11"Aurora lifted the torch."
12"Its beam cut over moss,"
13"The flowers bloomed in clumps"
14"Bluebells beside roses."
15"Snowdrops under summer fern."
16"She had heard enough from"
17"The pendant pulsed once."
18"She followed the heat rather"
19"It tugged in tiny shifts,"
ratio0.665
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount4
totalSentences200
matches
0"If it burns, do not"
1"If it followed, it would"
2"Now there were three, all"
3"If the Fae wanted you"
ratio0.02
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences83
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"Only a faint rustle through grass and a tiny series of taps from somewhere ahead, irregular but close together, as if fingernails drummed on wood."
1"The pendant thudded against her sternum, hot-hot-hot, as if warning and urging both."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags4
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags4
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"she muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences20
tagDensity0.2
leniency0.4
rawRatio0.25
effectiveRatio0.1
97.2085%