Run: 2026-03-09-01KKABYA852TXX4C96GDYAFGQE

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Duration:
1m 16s
Cost:
$0.057998
Provider:
OpenAI

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

Model response

AI
Aurora caught the glass before it kissed the floor. The stem bit into her palm. Gin sloshed over her knuckles, cold and sharp with lemon. She set the martini upright, shot the man at the end of the bar a flat look, and slid it back into his waiting hand. “You drop the next one, you buy the bottle.” He laughed because he thought she joked. Most people did. The Raven’s Nest breathed around her, low and watchful. A saxophone record crackled through the speakers. Green neon from the sign outside leaked across the front windows and stained the bottles in sickly shades. The walls wore their old maps and black-and-white faces like a private joke. Men in office shirts loosened at the throat leaned over dark tables. Two women in smart heels occupied the corner booth beneath a faded map of Prague and spoke without moving their mouths much. A pair of tourists had wandered in by mistake half an hour ago and stayed because they liked the candles and did not know what room they had entered. Aurora dried her hand on a bar towel and reached for the next order. Then the door opened, and she forgot the glass in her hand. Eva stood under the green spill of the sign like someone cut from another life and pasted badly into this one. For one ugly second Aurora saw the old version first, the girl from Cardiff with laddered tights, bitten nails, cheap cherry lipstick, hair hacked with kitchen scissors, laughing smoke into the face of every bad idea in the room. Then the door closed behind her and the woman at the threshold settled into focus. Tailored black coat. Soft leather gloves. Hair the colour of burnt honey, sleek and pinned at the nape. No lipstick now. No laughter either. Her face had thinned around the bones. Even the way she held her handbag looked expensive, guarded, deliberate, as if weight had taught her posture. Eva saw her. The room did not change. Glasses still rang. Someone still fed coins into the jukebox. Silas still stood at the far end of the bar discussing whisky with a man who had the polished shoes of government and the hands of a bookmaker. Yet the air around Aurora cinched tight. Eva crossed the room. “Rory.” Aurora set the glass down before she broke it. “Eva.” Up close, the changes sharpened. Fine lines at the corners of her mouth. A pale seam beneath one ear, half hidden by hair. A diamond on her right hand, not an engagement ring, too cold for that, worn like a credential. Silas glanced over. His hazel eyes took in Eva, then Aurora, then the room behind them. He gave nothing away. He never did. He only limped one measured step closer to the till. “You know our guest?” Aurora did not look at him. “I used to.” Eva’s mouth twitched. “That sounds fair.” Silas wiped a clean glass that did not need wiping. “Then I’ll pour something worth the reunion.” “No whisky,” Eva said. Aurora looked at her then. Cardiff Eva had drunk whisky like a dare. Silas noticed as well. He noticed everything. “Vodka, then.” “Neat.” Aurora leaned back against the shelves. “You always said vodka tasted like regret and hand sanitiser.” “And you always said law school would kill you.” Aurora held out her left hand. The crescent scar on her wrist flashed white under the bar light as she reached for a clean tumbler. “Turns out one of us was right.” Silas poured the vodka and set it down. He left Aurora a second glass without asking. “I’ll be in the office if either of you starts bleeding.” “That’s service,” Eva said. “It’s pattern recognition.” He moved away with that slight limp, crossing into the bar’s dim rear where the maps gave way to a tall bookshelf and older secrets. Eva watched him go. “He suits this place.” “It suits him.” “And you?” Aurora poured herself water from the tap. She had work after this, and habit had sunk roots in her. “I live upstairs. That answer your next three questions?” Eva took the vodka in one swallow, as if she had come in frozen and needed fire more than taste. “It answers one.” “You vanished.” “So did you.” Aurora laughed once, no warmth in it. “No. I moved. There’s a difference. I left an address. A number. I called yours until some man answered and told me to stop.” A pulse jumped in Eva’s jaw. She looked down at the empty glass, then held it out. Aurora refilled it because old reflexes survived sense. “I changed my number.” “Clearly.” “I should have called.” “You should have done a lot of things.” A man squeezed in beside them and lifted two fingers for another round. Aurora served him without breaking eye contact with Eva. Pint pulled. Change counted. Card machine tapped. The ordinary motions steadied her. Her body knew its business even if the rest of her did not. When the man left, Eva touched the rim of her glass. “I heard about your father.” Aurora’s hand stopped on the till drawer. “Who told you?” “Cardiff’s still Cardiff. News crawls.” Brendan Carter, barrister, dead of a heart that had spent too many years clenched around disappointment. Aurora had not gone back for the funeral. Her mother’s voice on the phone had turned thin and formal, as if grief had put on school clothes. “You missed the flowers by two years,” Aurora said. Eva flinched at that. A small flinch, but real. “I deserved that.” Silence opened between them, not empty, crowded. Shared bus stops. Shared cigarettes behind the science block. Eva at sixteen with split lip and stolen mascara, telling Aurora she could leave any house that made her smaller. Aurora at twenty-two on the floor of a student flat with a suitcase half packed and Evan pounding on the front door, Eva on the phone saying, Come to London. Come now. I’ve got a sofa and two working locks. Aurora had come. Eva had opened the door. For six months they had been each other’s family in a city that ate the slow and the soft. Then Eva had gone out one night and never come back. No note. No text. Half her clothes still in the wardrobe. Aurora folded the towel into a square. “You look well,” Eva said. “Do I?” “You look harder.” “That can happen.” “I’m sorry, Rory.” “There it is.” Eva’s fingers tightened on the glass. “I don’t expect you to make it easy.” “Good. Because I haven’t got easy in me tonight.” The front door opened and closed. New voices stirred the room. A draft carried in cigarette smoke and city grit before the heat swallowed it. Aurora moved down the bar to collect empties, then returned. Eva had not shifted. Her coat remained buttoned. Her handbag stayed looped over her wrist, held close. Aurora nodded at it. “You planning to run?” Eva gave a thin smile. “Always.” “There she is.” “You say that as if you’ve found something.” Aurora set down the empties. “I found out what silence sounds like.” Eva looked away at the maps on the wall. One of Prague. One of Berlin split by old lines. Another of London, yellowed at the folds. The black-and-white photographs between them showed men in uniforms, women in gloves, smiling couples no doubt ruined later. “I had reasons.” “So did I when I left Cardiff. I still called.” “Different kind of leaving.” “You don’t get to grade abandonment.” That landed. Eva breathed in through her nose and let the breath out slowly, like she had taught herself to do that in rooms where breaking cost money. “I was in trouble.” Aurora barked a laugh. “You think?” “I thought if I stayed near you, it would touch you too.” “It did anyway.” Eva looked back at her, and for the first time the polished shell slipped. Exhaustion showed through, old and deep. Not the sort a full night’s sleep cured. The sort that moved into the joints and named itself. “What happened?” Aurora asked, before she could stop herself. Eva rubbed her thumb over the rim of the tumbler. “Debt first. Then a favour. Then another. Men who call things favours when they mean ownership.” “You could have told me.” “And what would you have done? Lectured them with your pre-law reading list?” Aurora leaned in. “I would have stood in the doorway. I would have lied. I would have stolen. I would have done something.” “That was the problem.” The words came out soft. Worse than sharp. Eva opened her handbag. Not wide. Just enough to take out a cigarette case, old silver, scratched at the corners. Aurora remembered it at once. Eva’s mother had left it in a kitchen drawer before she left the family for a man in Bristol with a better car and better lies. Eva set the case on the bar but did not open it. “I kept thinking, one more month, and I’ll sort it. One more dinner, one more weekend, one more thing I’ll hate myself for later. Then later got large.” “You still could have called.” “Not after the first year.” Aurora said nothing. “Then I heard about Evan.” Aurora felt her shoulders lock. “What about him?” “He went looking.” The noise of the bar thinned for a beat, as if someone had drawn a curtain around the two of them. “Looking where?” “Cardiff first. Then London.” “You’re late with the warning. He found London years ago, shouted in the street outside my old building, banged on a door that wasn’t mine anymore, and left with less dignity than he brought.” Eva stared. “You handled it.” “Silas handled most of it. I contributed a kettle.” That almost brought the old laugh back. Almost. Eva shook her head. “He told people you stole from him.” “He always did dress his failures in better clothes.” “He told people worse than that.” Aurora bent to restock the fridge beneath the bar because standing still felt foolish. Cold air rolled over her face. Bottles clicked against one another. When she rose again, Eva had not moved. “You came in for a drink and a confession?” “No.” “Then what?” Eva looked past Aurora to the mirror behind the shelves. Not at herself, at the room reflected there. “I came in because I had nowhere else to walk in.” Silas appeared at Aurora’s shoulder as though the floor had grown him. “That sentence usually means trouble.” Eva’s eyes sharpened at once. “You do sneak.” “At my age I curate surprise.” He studied Eva with mild interest. Aurora knew that look. He had filed away the coat, the scar, the expensive ring, the hand never far from the bag, the route to the door, the route to the back room, the two men at the far table who had started watching them without appearing to. Aurora followed his gaze through the mirror. Two men sat beneath the Prague map. Dark jackets. Hair too short to be fashion. One nursed a stout he had not tasted. The other held his phone face down on the table and still kept touching it, a nervous metronome. Eva did not turn. That told Aurora enough. “You brought company.” “I thought I’d lost them.” “You thought wrong,” Silas said. Aurora’s pulse kicked. “How bad?” Eva answered before Silas could. “The sort of bad that does not call ahead.” “Who are they?” “Collectors.” Silas rested one hand on the bar. His silver signet ring caught the light. “This is a house bar, not a battlefield. I dislike broken furniture.” Eva looked at him then. “One of them has a knife. The other has a gun.” The man with the untouched stout stood. Aurora slid her hand beneath the bar and closed her fingers around the old cricket bat Silas kept there for sentimental reasons and practical ones. The polished wood felt solid, familiar, almost funny in its honesty. Hit thing with other thing. Simple law. The second man rose as well. Stools scraped. A tourist laughed at something across the room and had not yet learned enough to stop. Silas’s voice stayed level. “Bookcase,” he said. The first man reached inside his jacket. Aurora came over the bar.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags7
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences91
tagDensity0.077
leniency0.154
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.57% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2058
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
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)
78.13% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2058
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"weight"
count1
1
word"measured"
count1
2
word"warmth"
count1
3
word"pulse"
count2
4
word"silence"
count2
5
word"pounding"
count1
6
word"familiar"
count1
highlights
0"weight"
1"measured"
2"warmth"
3"pulse"
4"silence"
5"pounding"
6"familiar"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences174
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences174
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences258
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen44
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2058
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions22
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
0.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions107
wordCount1522
uniqueNames14
maxNameDensity2.63
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity5
worstWindowName"Eva"
discoveredNames
Raven1
Nest1
Prague3
Aurora40
Cardiff2
Eva38
Carter1
Evan1
Come2
London2
Berlin1
Bristol1
Silas11
One3
persons
0"Raven"
1"Nest"
2"Aurora"
3"Eva"
4"Carter"
5"Evan"
6"Come"
7"Silas"
8"One"
places
0"Prague"
1"Cardiff"
2"London"
3"Berlin"
4"Bristol"
globalScore0.186
windowScore0
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences104
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2058
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences258
matches
0"knew that look"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs163
mean12.63
std15.65
cv1.24
sampleLengths
09
141
29
310
4110
514
612
721
854
949
103
1150
124
131
149
151
1641
1733
184
196
203
213
223
2310
247
254
2613
277
282
291
3016
319
3225
337
3416
3511
364
373
3825
394
404
413
422
4319
449
4520
463
472
483
497
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences174
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs247
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences258
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1527
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount41
adverbRatio0.026850032743942372
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.0045841519318926
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences258
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences258
mean7.98
std6.79
cv0.852
sampleLengths
09
16
210
325
49
57
63
79
87
918
1013
1112
1222
1329
1414
1512
1621
1739
1815
193
203
2112
223
233
247
2518
263
275
283
297
3028
317
324
331
349
351
365
378
3810
3918
403
4113
424
433
4410
454
466
473
483
493
45.74% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.29069767441860467
totalSentences258
uniqueOpeners75
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount5
totalSentences156
matches
0"Then the door opened, and"
1"Then the door closed behind"
2"Even the way she held"
3"Then Eva had gone out"
4"Just enough to take out"
ratio0.032
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount20
totalSentences156
matches
0"She set the martini upright,"
1"He laughed because he thought"
2"Her face had thinned around"
3"His hazel eyes took in"
4"He gave nothing away."
5"He never did."
6"He only limped one measured"
7"He noticed everything."
8"He left Aurora a second"
9"He moved away with that"
10"She had work after this,"
11"She looked down at the"
12"Her body knew its business"
13"Her mother’s voice on the"
14"I’ve got a sofa and"
15"Her coat remained buttoned."
16"Her handbag stayed looped over"
17"He studied Eva with mild"
18"He had filed away the"
19"His silver signet ring caught"
ratio0.128
59.36% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount125
totalSentences156
matches
0"Aurora caught the glass before"
1"The stem bit into her"
2"Gin sloshed over her knuckles,"
3"She set the martini upright,"
4"He laughed because he thought"
5"The Raven’s Nest breathed around"
6"A saxophone record crackled through"
7"The walls wore their old"
8"Men in office shirts loosened"
9"A pair of tourists had"
10"Aurora dried her hand on"
11"Eva stood under the green"
12"Hair the colour of burnt"
13"Her face had thinned around"
14"Eva saw her."
15"The room did not change."
16"Glasses still rang."
17"Someone still fed coins into"
18"Silas still stood at the"
19"Eva crossed the room."
ratio0.801
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences156
matches(empty)
ratio0
75.47% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences53
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"Even the way she held her handbag looked expensive, guarded, deliberate, as if weight had taught her posture."
1"Silas still stood at the far end of the bar discussing whisky with a man who had the polished shoes of government and the hands of a bookmaker."
2"Brendan Carter, barrister, dead of a heart that had spent too many years clenched around disappointment."
3"Her mother’s voice on the phone had turned thin and formal, as if grief had put on school clothes."
4"He had filed away the coat, the scar, the expensive ring, the hand never far from the bag, the route to the door, the route to the back room, the two men at the…"
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags7
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags7
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences91
tagDensity0.077
leniency0.154
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
88.5424%