Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHZF67DNTMRZMDTHTF0MNWP

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

Model response

AI
The glass slipped from her fingers the moment she saw him. Aurora Carter caught it before it shattered on the scarred oak bar, knuckles whitening around the stem. Her bright blue eyes locked on the man three stools down, his hazel gaze already fixed on her. Silas Blackwood. Older. Greyer in the auburn that framed his face. But that slight limp when he shifted on the stool, that silver signet ring catching the low light from the green neon sign above the door, those remained unchanged. "Christ," she breathed. He set his whisky down with deliberate care. The Raven's Nest hummed around them, the usual Soho crowd nursing their regrets in dim corners, but the space between them felt suddenly charged, electric. "Rory." His voice carried that same quiet authority, though age had roughened the edges. "Or do you prefer Aurora these days?" She slid onto the stool beside him before her legs could betray her. The small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist itched under her sleeve, a childhood memory flaring like a brand. "Rory's fine. Always was." Silas studied her. Really studied her. The straight black hair that now fell to her shoulders instead of the wild tangle she used to sport. The way she held herself, cool and contained, where once she'd been all sharp angles and barely contained fury. "You look like someone who delivers noodles for a living." His mouth twitched, not quite a smile. "Golden Empress, is it?" Her stomach tightened. Of course he knew. Silas knew everything that happened within these walls and half of London besides. The flat above his bar had been her sanctuary for three months now, a fact she'd conveniently forgotten in her attempt to build a new life. "Pay's decent. Tips better." She signalled the bartender, a young man with tattoos snaking up his arms. "Same as him. Double." Silas watched the pour. "You've changed." "People do." She accepted the glass, fingers brushing the condensation. "Five years will do that." "Seven." He corrected her softly. The words hung between them like smoke. Seven years since that last night in Cardiff. Seven years since she'd shown up at his door in London with a split lip and a rucksack, running from Evan and everything that came with him. Seven years since he'd patched her up in the secret room behind the bookshelf, his hands steady despite the fresh limp from Prague. She took a sip, the whisky burning a familiar path. "You still running your little empire from the back?" "Empire's a strong word." He turned the signet ring on his finger, an old habit. "More like a network. People who need things. People who can provide them." "Still the Spymaster then." The old nickname slipped out before she could catch it. They both stiffened. Silas stared into his glass. "Some names stick. Like barnacles." The silence stretched. Around them, someone laughed too loud at the far end of the bar. A glass broke somewhere in the kitchen. Normal sounds. Normal night. But nothing felt normal with him sitting there, the man who'd taught her how to disappear, how to build walls, how to survive. "You never wrote," she said finally. The accusation sat raw between them. "Neither did you." "I sent three letters." Her voice dropped. "After I left for Eva's. After I got settled. Never heard back." His shoulders tightened under the worn tweed jacket. "There were reasons." "Reasons." She let the word curdle. "Like the reasons you had for not telling me what really happened in Prague? Or the reasons you taught me every dirty trick you knew then acted surprised when I used them?" The bartender drifted away, sensing the shift in temperature. Smart man. Silas turned to face her fully. The limp made the movement awkward, a reminder of everything he'd lost. Everything he'd given up. "You were twenty. Barely more than a child. Fresh from that bastard Evan. What was I supposed to do? Hand you the keys to the kingdom and watch you burn it down?" "I wasn't a child." Her fingers traced the scar on her wrist without thinking. "Not after what Evan did. Not after what I saw in your back room. The maps. The photographs. The way you looked at that contact from Berlin like he was already dead." He flinched. Just a fraction. But she caught it. "You saw too much," he admitted. The words came out rough. "I should have sent you away sooner. Before you started calling me Si like we were family. Before you learned to pick locks with a hairpin and lie like you were born to it." Aurora laughed, but the sound held no joy. "Too late for that. I still use those skills. Different context. Delivering spring rolls instead of secrets." His hazel eyes narrowed. "Is that all you're doing?" The question carried weight. Layers. She wondered what his network had told him. What rumours had reached The Raven's Nest about the girl who used to sleep above it. "What else would I be doing?" She met his gaze directly. "I'm not you, Silas. I don't collect people like chess pieces. Don't trade favours for information. I left that life behind when I left your flat." "Did you?" His voice softened, almost gentle. Almost dangerous. "Because from where I'm sitting, you still carry yourself like someone who knows where the exits are. Still scan every face that comes through that door. Still wear long sleeves to hide that scar even though it's barely visible." Her hand stilled on her wrist. The fabric suddenly felt too tight. "Old habits," she muttered. "Old habits die hard." He finished his whisky in one swallow. "Especially when you learned them from someone like me." The neon sign buzzed overhead, casting sickly green light across his face. He looked tired suddenly. Older than his fifty-eight years. The botched operation in Prague hadn't just taken his knee. It had taken pieces of the man she'd known, the mentor who'd seemed invincible. "Why didn't you answer my letters?" The question clawed its way out, years of silence giving it claws. Silas signalled for another round. The bartender moved quickly, sensing the undercurrent. "Because answering would've meant explaining." He accepted the fresh glass but didn't drink. "Explaining why I let you get so close. Why I taught you things that could get you killed. Why I..." He stopped. Swallowed. "Why I couldn't be what you needed me to be." The words landed like stones in still water. Aurora stared at him. Really stared. The neatly trimmed beard threaded with more grey than she remembered. The way his right hand never strayed far from that signet ring, as if it anchored him to something. Someone. "You were everything I needed." Her voice cracked. Just once. "For those three months. You were the only person who didn't look at me like a victim. Or a project. You looked at me like... like I could be more." "And look at you now." Something like pride flickered across his features. "Delivering food. Keeping your head down. Building something normal." The bitterness in his tone surprised her. "Normal." She rolled the word around her mouth. "Is that what you call it? Waking up every morning wondering if Evan's finally tracked me down? Checking my mirrors for tails even though I know it's paranoia? Pretending the skills you taught me don't itch under my skin like this bloody scar?" Silas's fingers tightened around his glass. "Better than the alternative." "Which is?" "Becoming like me." The answer came swift and certain. "Retired at fifty with a limp and a bar full of ghosts. Watching everyone you trained move on while you sit here polishing the same glasses night after night." The confession hung between them, heavy with everything unsaid. The nights they'd spent in the secret room behind the bookshelf, poring over maps. The way he'd taught her to read people, to spot lies in the twitch of an eye or the set of shoulders. The single time he'd almost, almost let her see the man beneath the Spymaster. "I thought about coming back." Her admission surprised them both. "Last year. After Yu-Fei offered me the flat permanently. Thought maybe we could... I don't know. Have a drink. Talk about old times." "But you didn't." "No." She traced a finger through the condensation on her glass. "Because some doors stay closed for a reason. Because the girl who lived above this bar isn't the woman delivering pad thai to investment bankers now." Silas shifted on his stool. The limp made him wince, just slightly. "That woman still has the same eyes. Same way of looking at the world like it's a puzzle to be solved." "Some puzzles don't have solutions." She met his gaze. "Like why you pushed me away after everything. After Evan. After I trusted you with pieces of myself I never gave anyone else." His silence stretched. Dangerous. Loaded. "Because trusting me got people killed." The words dropped like lead. "Prague wasn't just a botched operation, Rory. It was a bloodbath. Colleagues. Friends. People who looked at me the way you did. Like I had answers. Like I could protect them." The neon sign flickered once. Twice. Casting strange shadows across the old maps on the walls, the black-and-white photographs of places long forgotten. "So you protected me by disappearing." Understanding dawned, bitter as the whisky. "By not answering letters. By letting me think you'd washed your hands of the girl who showed up broken on your doorstep." "I washed my hands of the man who broke her in the first place." His voice roughened. "Evan. Myself. The whole damn cycle." Aurora finished her drink. The burn centred her. Grounded her in this moment, in this bar, with this man who'd been both saviour and ghost. "You know what's funny?" She set the glass down with a soft click. "I came here tonight to forget. To drink enough that the past stopped knocking. And here you are. The past in human form. Limping and buying rounds like nothing's changed." "Everything's changed." His hazel eyes held hers. "You have. I have. The world's moved on. But this..." He gestured between them, the space charged with seven years of silence. "This feels exactly the same." The door opened behind them. Cold air rushed in, carrying the smell of rain and cigarette smoke. New patrons. New stories. But they stayed fixed in their small world at the bar, two old friends circling the wreckage of what they'd been to each other. Silas reached into his jacket. Produced a small key. Ancient-looking. Brass. "The back room's still there," he said quietly. "Bookshelf still swings the same way. Maps updated. Some new photographs." Her heart stuttered. The secret room. Where everything had started. Where everything had ended. "Why are you showing me that?" "Because some doors deserve to be opened." He slid the key across the bar. It caught the green neon light, gleaming dully. "Even if we don't know what's on the other side anymore." Aurora stared at the key. At his outstretched hand. At the man who'd taught her everything and nothing all at once. The bartender returned, eyeing them both with professional disinterest. "Another round?" "No," she said, before Silas could answer. Her fingers closed around the key, its edges biting into her palm. "We've got somewhere to be." Silas's eyebrows rose. Just slightly. The hint of a smile, real this time, touched his mouth. "Do we now?" She stood. The stool scraped back. Her shoulder-length black hair swung as she moved, straight and severe where once it'd been chaos. "Seven years is long enough to wait." She tucked the key into her pocket, the metal warm against her hip. "Show me what's changed, Si. Show me what you couldn't put in a letter." He rose more slowly. The limp pronounced now, a reminder of prices paid. But his hazel eyes held something new. Something like hope. Or maybe just recognition. The bar noise faded as they moved towards the bookshelf at the far end. Patrons parted without seeming to notice, drawn by some instinct away from the man they called the Spymaster and the woman who'd once called him friend. His hand brushed her elbow. Light. Familiar. "You might not like what you find." "I stopped liking things years ago." Her voice stayed cool, intelligent. The woman she'd become speaking through the girl she'd been. "I just need to know if it was worth it." The bookshelf loomed ahead, heavy with old volumes and older secrets. Silas's fingers found the hidden catch, the one he'd shown her that first night when everything fell apart. Behind them, the green neon sign continued to buzz. The Raven's Nest carried on, oblivious to the ghosts walking its floor. The mechanism clicked. The door swung open.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags38
adverbTagCount4
adverbTags
0"she said finally [finally]"
1"His voice softened almost [almost]"
2"The words dropped like [like]"
3"he said quietly [quietly]"
dialogueSentences85
tagDensity0.447
leniency0.894
rawRatio0.105
effectiveRatio0.094
74.38% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2147
totalAiIsmAdverbs11
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count3
1
adverb"really"
count3
2
adverb"softly"
count1
3
adverb"quickly"
count1
4
adverb"slightly"
count2
5
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"suddenly"
1"really"
2"softly"
3"quickly"
4"slightly"
5"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)
51.09% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2147
totalAiIsms21
found
0
word"shattered"
count1
1
word"charged"
count2
2
word"electric"
count1
3
word"stomach"
count1
4
word"sanctuary"
count1
5
word"familiar"
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word"silence"
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7
word"reminder"
count2
8
word"traced"
count2
9
word"weight"
count1
10
word"flickered"
count2
11
word"gleaming"
count1
12
word"loomed"
count1
highlights
0"shattered"
1"charged"
2"electric"
3"stomach"
4"sanctuary"
5"familiar"
6"silence"
7"reminder"
8"traced"
9"weight"
10"flickered"
11"gleaming"
12"loomed"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences165
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences165
filterMatches
0"see"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences212
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen43
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2147
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
99.34% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions39
wordCount1283
uniqueNames14
maxNameDensity1.01
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Carter1
Blackwood1
Raven3
Nest3
Soho1
London2
Silas13
Cardiff1
Evan1
Prague2
Swallowed1
Spymaster2
Aurora5
Seven3
persons
0"Carter"
1"Blackwood"
2"Raven"
3"Nest"
4"Silas"
5"Evan"
6"Aurora"
places
0"Soho"
1"London"
2"Cardiff"
3"Prague"
globalScore0.993
windowScore1
60.71% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences84
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"not quite a smile"
1"seemed invincible"
2"Something like pride flickered across his fe"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2147
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences212
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs85
mean25.26
std16.03
cv0.635
sampleLengths
011
175
23
333
421
536
644
721
846
921
106
1115
1212
1358
1419
1528
1617
1710
1850
1912
203
2119
2211
2338
2411
2554
2646
279
2845
2925
309
3129
3237
3348
3412
354
3620
3745
3818
3912
4046
418
4237
4340
4421
457
4651
4710
482
4938
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences165
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs215
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences212
ratio0
matches(empty)
88.27% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1289
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"small crescent-shaped scar"
adverbCount60
adverbRatio0.04654771140418929
lyAdverbCount19
lyAdverbRatio0.01474010861132661
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences212
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences212
mean10.13
std8.29
cv0.818
sampleLengths
011
117
218
32
41
58
629
73
88
925
1014
117
1213
1319
144
153
163
1719
1819
1917
204
213
224
2313
2426
2517
264
274
282
2910
305
315
327
338
3427
3523
3610
379
3815
3913
4014
413
425
435
443
4513
467
472
482
4923
65.25% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats15
diversityRatio0.4339622641509434
totalSentences212
uniqueOpeners92
72.46% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences138
matches
0"Really studied her."
1"Of course he knew."
2"Just a fraction."
ratio0.022
83.77% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount47
totalSentences138
matches
0"Her bright blue eyes locked"
1"He set his whisky down"
2"His voice carried that same"
3"She slid onto the stool"
4"His mouth twitched, not quite"
5"Her stomach tightened."
6"She signalled the bartender, a"
7"She accepted the glass, fingers"
8"He corrected her softly"
9"She took a sip, the"
10"He turned the signet ring"
11"They both stiffened."
12"she said finally"
13"Her voice dropped"
14"His shoulders tightened under the"
15"She let the word curdle"
16"Her fingers traced the scar"
17"His hazel eyes narrowed."
18"She wondered what his network"
19"She met his gaze directly"
ratio0.341
46.96% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount114
totalSentences138
matches
0"The glass slipped from her"
1"Aurora Carter caught it before"
2"Her bright blue eyes locked"
3"Greyer in the auburn that"
4"He set his whisky down"
5"The Raven's Nest hummed around"
6"His voice carried that same"
7"She slid onto the stool"
8"The small crescent-shaped scar on"
9"Silas studied her."
10"The straight black hair that"
11"The way she held herself,"
12"His mouth twitched, not quite"
13"Her stomach tightened."
14"Silas knew everything that happened"
15"The flat above his bar"
16"She signalled the bartender, a"
17"Silas watched the pour."
18"She accepted the glass, fingers"
19"He corrected her softly"
ratio0.826
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences138
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences40
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"The way his right hand never strayed far from that signet ring, as if it anchored him to something."
72.37% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags38
uselessAdditionCount4
matches
0"His mouth twitched, not quite a smile"
1"She accepted, fingers brushing the condensation"
2"He gestured, the space charged with seven years of silence"
3"Her voice stayed, intelligent"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags7
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"she breathed (breathe)"
1"He corrected (correct)"
2"he admitted (admit)"
3"she muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences85
tagDensity0.082
leniency0.165
rawRatio0.571
effectiveRatio0.094
87.1536%