Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07EYB5C03JFGQ25KQXDDTJ

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31.2s
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$0.002781
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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
Thedoor to The Raven’s Nest opened before it quite reached the snub of its brass latch, the green neon sign above it flickering as if unsure whether to stay lit. Rory paused just inside, her black coat damp at the shoulders from London’s relentless drizzle, her bright blue eyes darting over the familiar faces she shouldn’t have known by heart. She didn’t go to the bar. Not yet. The low ceiling pressed down like the lid of a casket, the walls lined with maps of places most people only dreamed about—Sarajevo, Islamabad, a grid of Kabul before the bombs. The air smelled of spilt whisky and old leather, of cigarette smoke trapped beneath nicotine-stained ceilings. A man laughed too loudly in the corner, his laughter brittle. Rory kept her hands loose at her sides, fingers curled just enough to feel the crescent scar on her left wrist, the one that hadn’t bled in years but still ached when the barometric pressure dropped. Then her gaze landed on him. Silas stood behind the counter as if he’d never left, the silver signet ring on his right hand catching the dim light each time he polished a glass. His auburn hair, once dark like hers, was now a silver-threaded river, the grey streaks running from temple to temple like old roads on a map. He carried a slight limp in his left leg, a souvenir from Prague and a night that still haunted his dreams. He looked up. Time stopped. Not dramatically—no gasps, no table flipping—but in the slow arch of his eyebrows, the faintest tension around his mouth. Her breath hitched. History wasn’t just memory. It was the way the room tilted, the way the past didn’t knock—it walked straight in with keys on a fob and sat down like it owned the stool. Silas set the glass down. "A pleasure," he said, voice low, measured. "What’ll it be?" Rory swallowed. She should answer. Should lie. Should turn and leave. But the door had settled shut behind her, sealing her in like a verdict. "Whisky," she said. "Neat." He didn’t reach for the bottle. "You look like you’ve been carrying something heavier than a bottle order." Her coat whispered as she shrugged it off, the damp wool peeling from her skin. Beneath it, a black turtleneck hugged her frame, sleeves pulled over her wrists despite the warmth in the room. She folded the coat over her arm, the damp fabric making a soft *thud* against the bar. Silas didn’t move. Just studied her. "You always did prefer things quick and clean," he murmured. "Like a field agent’s report." Rory exhaled through her nose. "People change." "Not the important ones." She caught the flicker of his ring against the glass. The silver sigil—something Cyrillic, something cipher—gleamed as he finally reached for the bottle. He poured two fingers, slid it across to her. The amber liquid caught the low light, trembling slightly as her hand closed around the glass. She tossed it back. The burn was familiar—the kind that starts in the throat and ends in the sinuses, the kind that never leaves your tongue clean. It tasted like Cardiff winters. Like the night she’d run from her flat with only a backpack and a number scribbled on her palm. Like the first time Silas had looked at her like she belonged somewhere else. He poured another for himself, neat, no ice, no apologies. "You’re back in London," he said. Not a question. "Always was." "Left Cardiff full of rage. Came back with something heavier coughed up in the corners." His fingers tapped the counter once, twice. "Rage is honest. This looks like shame." Rory felt the scar under her sleeve pulse. Like a heartbeat answering a lie. She traced the rim of the empty glass with her thumbnail, the crescent cut years ago when she’d fallen off her bike trying to outrun Evan in the rain. She’d thought she’d escaped him. Turned out some ghosts wore faces you knew. "You kept the bar." "Someone’s got to hold the city’s secrets." "And its ghosts." She nodded toward the back hallway, where a bookshelf disguised a door to a room where deals were made and debts were collected without trace. He almost smiled. "You always did read too much into shadow." "I read into truth. That’s why I left." Silas’s gaze darkened. "Evan." It wasn’t a question. Rory’s knuckles whitened around the glass. "He found me in Fulham. Said he just wanted to talk." She laughed once, a brittle sound. "He always did prefer euphemisms. *Just talk*—that’s how he opened doors with his foot, until the last one." Silas set the glass down without drinking. "Did he hurt you?" The question hung there, quiet as a blade sliding from its sheath. She met his eyes. For the first time in years, she let someone see the blood she’d cleaned off her skin in hotel bathrooms, the way she’d flinched at doorbells for months after. "Only my pride." He flinched. Tiny, almost invisible—but she saw it. Because pride wasn’t something Silas understood as a weakness. Pride was the reason he still limped from a mission gone wrong rather than sit behind a desk. Pride was the reason he’d stitched together his second career from spies and secrets instead of fading into comfortable retirement. "So you came here," he said slowly. "To London. Why?" "Not for therapy." "No?" He leaned on the counter, the signet ring catching the neon glow—green for alcohol, red for danger, the shadows deepening the lines in his face. "Then for what?" She hesitated. The truth was coiled inside her like smoke, ready to choke them both if she let it out. But the bottle was half empty and the night stretched ahead, brittle and full of unsaid things. "I need to find someone." Silas went very still. The faint *click* of glass against counter filled the silence. "Who?" "Tommy." His breath caught. Just for a second. Like a sniper’s eye in the scope—control, control—then gone. "Your brother hasn’t been seen in three years." "I know." "You think he’s alive." "I think he’s in trouble." Silas exhaled through his nose, slow. Thoughtful. "You were what—twenty-two when you left home? Barely knew him." "Twenty-three. And I knew enough." She leaned in, the scent of damp wool and old leather wrapping around them both. "Tommy was the smart one. He wrote to me once from somewhere in Eastern Europe. Mentioned a name—Veles. Sounded like a god of the underworld. Or a man with too many names." Silas’s fingers twitched. Almost imperceptibly. But she knew that tell. It was the same one the agents in Cardiff used when they touched their earpieces—people about to disappear behind protocol. "Veles isn’t a man, Rory. Not lately." Her mouth went dry. "Then what?" "He’s a network. A node. A goddamn hydra." He finally drank, the whisky disappearing in one smooth motion. "Tommy wasn’t a tourist. He was pulling threads. And when you pull the wrong one—" "—the spider bites back." Her voice was steel. "That’s what you’re not saying. He’s dead. You think he’s dead." Silas didn’t answer. The man in the corner laughed again, too loud, and Rory wondered if he’d always sounded that brittle or if the city had ground him down. She pressed. "This isn’t about policy. This is personal. You kept his file somewhere." His hesitation was an admission. "I kept *all* the files." Rory reached into her coat pocket, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. Tommy’s handwriting, smudged, dated six months after she’d seen him last. Silas unfolded it carefully, as if the paper might dissolve. His eyes moved over the words. His mouth tightened. Veles operates out of the old textile mill on Acton Lane. Midnight shifts. They bring in girls from the Balkans. No records. He wrote about auctions. Silent partners. Tommy signed off with a symbol—three circles intersecting. A triquetra. Like yours. She watched Silas read the last line. Watched colour drain from his face. Watched a muscle jump in his jaw. He refolded the paper, slid it back to her. "This isn’t a delivery route." Rory picked up the paper, felt the ink tremble between her fingers. "No. It’s a crime scene with Tommy’s fingerprints on the doorknob." He leaned closer, voice dropping to a murmur that cut through the pub’s noise like a knife. "Then stay out of it." She met his gaze. Unflinching. "Try and stop me." Silas’s laughter was a cold thing, humourless. "You always did have a death wish." "Not for me." She stood, pulled her coat back on. Not bothering with the buttons. "For him." She turned to leave. "Rory." She stopped. Didn’t look back. "Take this." He slid a silver key across the bar. Cold. Heavy. Familiar. She knew what it opened. The hidden room. The one with the safe. The one where people traded secrets like currency. She picked it up, felt its weight. "Don’t use it unless you’re ready to burn it all down." Rory tucked the key into her coat pocket, the metal pressing against her ribs like a second heartbeat. Then she walked out. The door swung shut behind her. Silas watched her go, the whisky bottle feeling heavier than it had five minutes ago. He rubbed his signet ring with his thumb, the silver etching worn smooth by years of lies and loyalty. Eva sat in the corner booth, stirring a gin without ice. She watched him through narrowed eyes, the ice in her glass clinking like bones. "She found you," Eva said. Not a question. Silas exhaled, slow. "She’s not the girl who left anymore." Eva smiled, sharp as broken glass. "None of us are." Silas poured himself another drink. Behind him, the bookshelf waited. The key in his pocket felt like a noose. And the night stretched ahead, hungry and unforgiving.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags15
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"She laughed once [once]"
1"he said slowly [slowly]"
dialogueSentences59
tagDensity0.254
leniency0.508
rawRatio0.133
effectiveRatio0.068
87.97% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1663
totalAiIsmAdverbs4
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
2
adverb"very"
count1
3
adverb"carefully"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"slowly"
2"very"
3"carefully"
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0"Blackwood"
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
60.91% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1663
totalAiIsms13
found
0
word"familiar"
count3
1
word"tension"
count1
2
word"measured"
count1
3
word"warmth"
count1
4
word"flicker"
count1
5
word"pulse"
count1
6
word"traced"
count1
7
word"comfortable"
count1
8
word"silence"
count1
9
word"weight"
count1
10
word"etching"
count1
highlights
0"familiar"
1"tension"
2"measured"
3"warmth"
4"flicker"
5"pulse"
6"traced"
7"comfortable"
8"silence"
9"weight"
10"etching"
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
narrationSentences143
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences143
filterMatches
0"see"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences187
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen36
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans4
markdownWords5
totalWords1646
ratio0.003
matches
0"thud"
1"Just talk"
2"click"
3"all"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions11
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions50
wordCount1296
uniqueNames18
maxNameDensity1.31
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Raven1
Nest1
London1
Sarajevo1
Islamabad1
Kabul1
Prague1
Rory10
Cyrillic1
Cardiff2
Silas17
Evan1
Acton1
Lane1
Balkans1
Cold1
Like5
Eva3
persons
0"Nest"
1"Rory"
2"Silas"
3"Evan"
4"Eva"
places
0"Raven"
1"London"
2"Sarajevo"
3"Islamabad"
4"Kabul"
5"Prague"
6"Cardiff"
7"Acton"
8"Lane"
9"Balkans"
10"Like"
globalScore0.844
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences78
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"felt like a noose"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1646
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences187
matches
0"knew that tell"
1"sounded that brittle"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs83
mean19.83
std18.94
cv0.955
sampleLengths
060
18
294
36
475
53
657
75
810
925
104
1118
1251
136
1415
157
164
1748
184
1961
2019
212
2229
2356
244
257
2628
2711
288
294
304
3141
3211
3345
343
3555
3610
373
3829
3937
405
4115
421
4324
442
454
465
4717
4852
4930
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences143
matches
0"were made"
1"were collected"
2"was coiled"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs226
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount14
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences11
totalSentences187
ratio0.059
matches
0"The low ceiling pressed down like the lid of a casket, the walls lined with maps of places most people only dreamed about—Sarajevo, Islamabad, a grid of Kabul before the bombs."
1"Not dramatically—no gasps, no table flipping—but in the slow arch of his eyebrows, the faintest tension around his mouth."
2"It was the way the room tilted, the way the past didn’t knock—it walked straight in with keys on a fob and sat down like it owned the stool."
3"The silver sigil—something Cyrillic, something cipher—gleamed as he finally reached for the bottle."
4"The burn was familiar—the kind that starts in the throat and ends in the sinuses, the kind that never leaves your tongue clean."
5"Tiny, almost invisible—but she saw it."
6"\"No?\" He leaned on the counter, the signet ring catching the neon glow—green for alcohol, red for danger, the shadows deepening the lines in his face."
7"Like a sniper’s eye in the scope—control, control—then gone."
8"It was the same one the agents in Cardiff used when they touched their earpieces—people about to disappear behind protocol."
9"\"—the spider bites back.\" Her voice was steel."
10"Tommy signed off with a symbol—three circles intersecting."
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount996
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"beneath nicotine-stained ceilings."
adverbCount38
adverbRatio0.03815261044176707
lyAdverbCount9
lyAdverbRatio0.009036144578313253
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences187
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences187
mean8.8
std7.67
cv0.871
sampleLengths
030
130
26
32
431
516
611
736
86
928
1026
1121
123
132
1419
153
164
1729
185
197
203
212
223
232
244
2514
263
271
286
2912
3015
3119
3217
333
343
3510
365
375
382
394
4010
4113
429
4316
444
4523
465
4719
4814
4910
50.98% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.34759358288770054
totalSentences187
uniqueOpeners65
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences120
matches
0"Then her gaze landed on"
1"Just studied her."
2"Just for a second."
3"Then she walked out."
ratio0.033
63.33% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount47
totalSentences120
matches
0"She didn’t go to the"
1"His auburn hair, once dark"
2"He carried a slight limp"
3"He looked up."
4"Her breath hitched."
5"It was the way the"
6"he said, voice low, measured"
7"She should answer."
8"He didn’t reach for the"
9"Her coat whispered as she"
10"She folded the coat over"
11"She caught the flicker of"
12"He poured two fingers, slid"
13"She tossed it back."
14"It tasted like Cardiff winters."
15"He poured another for himself,"
16"His fingers tapped the counter"
17"She traced the rim of"
18"She’d thought she’d escaped him."
19"She nodded toward the back"
ratio0.392
68.33% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount94
totalSentences120
matches
0"Thedoor to The Raven’s Nest"
1"Rory paused just inside, her"
2"She didn’t go to the"
3"The low ceiling pressed down"
4"The air smelled of spilt"
5"A man laughed too loudly"
6"Rory kept her hands loose"
7"Silas stood behind the counter"
8"His auburn hair, once dark"
9"He carried a slight limp"
10"He looked up."
11"Her breath hitched."
12"History wasn’t just memory."
13"It was the way the"
14"Silas set the glass down."
15"he said, voice low, measured"
16"She should answer."
17"He didn’t reach for the"
18"Her coat whispered as she"
19"She folded the coat over"
ratio0.783
41.67% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences120
matches
0"Because pride wasn’t something Silas"
ratio0.008
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences44
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"Thedoor to The Raven’s Nest opened before it quite reached the snub of its brass latch, the green neon sign above it flickering as if unsure whether to stay lit…"
1"Silas stood behind the counter as if he’d never left, the silver signet ring on his right hand catching the dim light each time he polished a glass."
58.33% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags15
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"he said, voice low, measured"
1"His fingers tapped, twice"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags7
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"he murmured (murmur)"
1"She laughed once (laugh)"
dialogueSentences59
tagDensity0.119
leniency0.237
rawRatio0.286
effectiveRatio0.068
86.9623%