Run: 2026-03-18-01KM08220XENYRWQ7PNP3TJRWA

Run Details

Duration:
15.1s
Cost:
$0.013021
Provider:
OpenAI

Model input

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

Model response

AI
The bottle slipped in Rory’s hand, caught at the last second against the tray, and she cursed under her breath as the narrow corridor behind the bar shuddered with another cheer from the room beyond. “On your left.” Silas Blackwood’s voice cut through the clatter. Rory turned, found him framed in the doorway to the back room, one hand on the jamb, his silver ring flashing as he beckoned her past. She squeezed between him and the shelf of spirit bottles, the label on a dusty vermouth bottle brushing her sleeve. “If that was your idea of help, I’d hate to see sabotage.” “If I wanted to sabotage you, Aurora, I’d do it with more style.” He said her full name the way old men handled expensive crystal, carefully, with a faint threat of breakage. Rory set the bottle down and shot him a look. “You only call me that when you’ve got something to say.” His mouth tightened at one corner. “There’s someone at the far end of the bar asking after an old friend.” Rory followed his gaze through the gap in the shelf. The Raven’s Nest hummed with its usual wrecked elegance, maps curled on the walls, black-and-white faces watching from their frames, the green neon sign above the entrance bleeding its thin glow into the glass. A man sat alone near the back, one elbow on the counter, a pint untouched beside his hand. Her stomach gave a small, stupid lurch. “No.” Silas leaned a shoulder against the shelf. “You know him.” She stared harder, as if that might change the shape of him. Broad shoulders under a dark coat. Cropped hair. A scar at the edge of his jaw she did not remember. He lifted his head and she saw the line of his nose, then the mouth she had once heard laughing into a phone at three in the morning in Cardiff, and the room tilted by a degree. “Jesus.” Silas watched her face without comment. Rory gripped the tray until the metal bit her palm. “Tommy?” The name came out rough, half swallowed. Tommy Vale looked up at that exact moment, and recognition crossed his face in a hard, bright flash. He pushed back from the bar too fast, knocking his pint into a ring of foam. “Rory?” It landed between them like a dropped glass. She stepped out before she could think better of it, past a couple arguing over a bill and a woman in a red coat laughing into her gin. The room had narrowed to a long walk she could not quite manage. Tommy stood when she reached him. He was taller than she remembered, though perhaps she had always remembered him as he had been at nineteen, all elbows and bad decisions. Now he filled the space with a thicker kind of damage. His face had lost the open sharpness of youth. A small silver hoop hung from one ear. His hands, once always restless, stayed folded near the edge of the bar, as if he had learned how to keep them still. “You disappeared,” he said. Rory barked out a laugh that carried no warmth. “That’s rich.” His eyes flicked over her, stopping on her hair, then her face. Something in him shifted, the old recognition giving way to a slower, less forgiving sort of accounting. “You look different.” “You look like you’ve been hit by a van.” He almost smiled. It failed halfway. “Good to see you too.” Silas had moved away, but Rory could feel him still, a watchful weight behind the bar. She hated that she noticed. Tommy slid back onto his stool. She stayed standing. “You don’t get to say that,” she said. “I do if you vanished for six years.” “You vanished first.” “I left Cardiff. That was not vanishing. That was called having a life.” “A life,” she repeated. “That’s what we’re calling it.” He looked at her a long moment, then glanced at the pint he had abandoned. “You always did like a fight.” “You always did like pretending you didn’t deserve one.” The words landed cleanly. He gave a short exhale through his nose, as if she had struck a bruise he had not meant to show. Silas set a tumbler of whisky down beside Rory without speaking. She did not turn. Tommy’s gaze moved to the glass, then to Silas’s retreating back. “You work here now.” “Part-time.” “In Soho.” “In London, yes. Well done.” His mouth twitched. “Still sharp.” “Still irritating.” He leaned an elbow on the bar and rubbed a thumb over the condensation on his pint glass. Up close, she saw the life in him that distance had blurred out. The tiredness under the eyes. The careful way he sat, as if a bad back had become a permanent tenant. There was a dark mark near his wrist, a healed burn, or a bruise from years ago that the skin had learned to wear like ornament. “What happened to you?” she heard herself ask. His eyebrows rose. “That’s your opener?” “It’s a question.” “It sounds like an accusation.” “Maybe I mean it that way.” He looked down at his drink. “Plenty happened.” Rory’s fingers tightened around the whisky glass, though she had not touched it. “That vague answer used to work on girls who liked bad poetry.” “Used to work on you.” The old smile came then, brief and crooked, and with it came the memory of a student flat in Cardiff, cheap wine gone sour in the bottle, his feet on her windowsill while she read case notes she hated. He had once stolen her notes and replaced them with a page full of terrible limericks. She had laughed so hard she cried. He had looked at her as if that was the first honest thing he had ever witnessed. She hated memory for how quickly it sharpened old grief. “You left without even a message,” she said. “I sent three.” “No, you didn’t.” “I did.” She stared. His jaw set. “Not to you. To everyone else.” That stopped her. The room behind them kept moving. A glass clinked. Someone on the far side of the bar swore over a dropped lighter. The old photographs on the walls watched in their sepia silence. Rory could feel her pulse at the wrist where the crescent scar sat beneath her sleeve, a relic from a childhood fall, white and thin and absurdly stubborn. “Everyone else,” she said. “Your number changed.” “You had Eva’s.” He looked away first. That was worse than any defence. She felt something in her chest give an ugly little twist. “Right,” she said. “So you found a way.” “I was in a mess.” “That much was obvious.” He gave a dry laugh and lifted the pint at last, drinking without pleasure. “You always had a talent for understatement.” “And you always had a talent for leaving people to clean up after you.” His fingers tightened around the glass. “That’s not fair.” Rory stared at him. “You want fair? You walked out of Cardiff owing half the flat rent and a week’s worth of lies. You swore you’d come back for the rest of your things. The keys. The books. My jacket. You never came back. I stood outside your door for two hours with your stupid plant in my arms while your landlord yelled at me through the letterbox.” Tommy’s face changed in stages, each one smaller than the last. Shame. Surprise. A flicker of guilt that did not quite become apology. “You kept the plant?” She blinked. “What?” “The fern.” Rory let out a cold breath. “That’s what you picked out of all of that.” He looked almost offended. “It was a decent fern.” “It died.” “It was already half dead.” “So were you,” she said. His eyes lifted to hers, and for a second the room thinned. The laughter around them dulled. The old shape of him returned, not the man in the coat, but the boy who had once sat on her kitchen floor after her father called from Cardiff and her mother cried in the other room. Tommy had handed her a chipped mug and said nothing until she stopped shaking. Now he said, “You were not supposed to see that.” “I saw plenty.” Silas’s glass tapped once on wood somewhere behind her. Rory did not turn. She could feel him listening from a distance, the way some men listened not from interest but from training. Tommy glanced at her sleeve. “You still wear the black bands when you’re working.” Rory followed his eyes to the narrow elastic tied around her wrist, the one that held her hair back while she delivered curries across the city. “You’ve been keeping track.” “I asked around.” “Of who?” His silence told her enough. She laughed again, softer this time, with no humour in it. “You asked around. That’s charming. What, did you send a postcard? ‘Dear Rory, I hope this finds you well, I am now a private detective or a pest’?” “Not a detective.” “Then what?” He tipped his head, studying her as if the answer depended on whether she still deserved the truth. “Security.” Rory gave him a flat look. “For who?” He did not answer. “That bad, is it.” “Worse.” The word slipped out before he could stop it. Something in the air tightened. Rory turned the whisky glass on the bar with one finger. The amber moved in the light. “Go on then,” she said. “Tell me what dragged you back into my orbit after all this time.” Tommy’s mouth flattened. He looked at the bottle shelf above the back bar, then the maps, then the doorway that led to the private room hidden behind the bookcase. He was not looking at the decor. He was measuring exits. “You know this place is a front.” Rory’s expression did not change. “You’ve been here five minutes and already decided to insult my employer.” His eyes came back to hers. “Silas Blackwood doesn’t run a bar. He runs a listening post with better lighting.” She held his gaze. “Careful.” “I’m serious.” “I know you are.” Silas appeared at her shoulder then, silent as a placed knife. He rested one hand on the shelf, silver ring catching the neon from the door. “If you have business with my employee, Mr Vale, you can buy a drink first.” Tommy’s face went still in a way Rory did not like. “You know my name.” Silas’s hazel eyes moved over him, slow and measuring. “I know a great many names. Most of them arrive here attached to trouble.” “Then you know I’m not here for the atmosphere.” “No one comes here for the atmosphere.” Rory saw the line between them, thin but taut. Men like Silas and Tommy recognised each other in the marrow. The same language, different decades. Tommy reached into the inside pocket of his coat. Rory’s body reacted before thought. Her hand caught his wrist and twisted. A small flat object skidded onto the bar. Not a weapon. A phone. Dark screen. Heavy case. Silas’s expression changed by a fraction. Enough. Tommy looked at Rory’s hand on his arm, then at her face. “Still quick.” “Still stupid,” she said. “Take your hand out of your coat without warning in this room again and I’ll break something expensive.” “I came to warn you.” Silas picked up the phone with two fingers, turned it once, then set it down again as if it smelled bad. “About what?” Tommy swallowed once. “About the man asking for her.” Rory felt it before she understood it, a cold spread under the skin. “Who?” she said. Tommy’s eyes held hers, and whatever years had done to him, they had not given him the skill to soften the blow. “Evan.” The name cracked through the bar in a way that no shout could have managed. Rory’s hand slipped from his wrist. Silas went very still beside her. Tommy leaned closer, voice low and hard now. “He’s in London. He’s asking at the wrong doors, paying cash for the right names. I heard your one first.” Rory looked at him and saw, all at once, the man he had become and the man he had been when she last let herself trust him. The space between those two shapes had years in it. Debt. Flight. Silence. She could feel the old anger rise, but another feeling moved beneath it, colder and more dangerous. “Why,” she said, each word sharpened thin, “would you know that name?” Tommy’s gaze flicked, just once, towards Silas’s hand on the shelf, where a brass button sat beneath his thumb. An alarm? A signal? Rory did not know. The room had changed without sound. “Because,” Tommy said, and now there was no softness left in him at all, “he’s not here by accident.” Silas’s hand moved to the hidden catch in the shelf. Rory heard the bookshelf behind them groan as the secret room unlocked, and from the far side of the bar came the sound of a glass breaking, sharp as a gunshot.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags14
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences98
tagDensity0.143
leniency0.286
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
93.15% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2189
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"carefully"
count1
1
adverb"quickly"
count1
2
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"carefully"
1"quickly"
2"very"
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)
63.45% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2189
totalAiIsms16
found
0
word"crystal"
count1
1
word"stomach"
count1
2
word"lurch"
count1
3
word"warmth"
count1
4
word"flicked"
count2
5
word"could feel"
count4
6
word"weight"
count1
7
word"silence"
count3
8
word"pulse"
count1
9
word"flicker"
count1
highlights
0"crystal"
1"stomach"
2"lurch"
3"warmth"
4"flicked"
5"could feel"
6"weight"
7"silence"
8"pulse"
9"flicker"
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
emotionTells1
narrationSentences159
matches
0"A flicker of guilt"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences159
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences243
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen64
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2189
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions25
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions65
wordCount1595
uniqueNames8
maxNameDensity1.63
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Rory26
Blackwood1
Raven1
Nest1
Cardiff3
Vale1
Silas15
Tommy17
persons
0"Rory"
1"Blackwood"
2"Raven"
3"Nest"
4"Vale"
5"Silas"
6"Tommy"
places
0"Cardiff"
globalScore0.685
windowScore0.5
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences103
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"not quite manage"
1"not quite become apology"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords0.914
wordCount2189
matches
0"not the man in the coat, but the boy who had once sat on her kitchen floor after her fath"
1"not from interest but from training"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences243
matches
0"hated that she"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs140
mean15.64
std17.21
cv1.101
sampleLengths
035
13
233
332
413
529
611
720
862
97
101
1110
1269
131
146
1511
167
1734
181
198
2041
2181
224
2311
2429
253
269
2711
2821
299
308
318
323
3313
349
3521
369
3725
3815
3915
401
412
425
435
442
4577
468
476
483
495
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences159
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs254
matches
0"was not looking"
1"was measuring"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences243
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1597
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount52
adverbRatio0.03256105197244834
lyAdverbCount5
lyAdverbRatio0.0031308703819661866
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences243
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences243
mean9.01
std8.33
cv0.925
sampleLengths
035
13
27
326
420
512
613
719
810
911
106
1114
1210
1334
1418
157
161
177
183
1912
206
212
2212
2337
241
256
2610
271
287
2918
3016
311
328
3328
3413
356
3624
3711
389
398
4023
414
429
432
4412
4517
463
479
483
493
44.24% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats14
diversityRatio0.2551440329218107
totalSentences243
uniqueOpeners62
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences135
matches(empty)
ratio0
71.85% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount50
totalSentences135
matches
0"She squeezed between him and"
1"He said her full name"
2"His mouth tightened at one"
3"Her stomach gave a small,"
4"She stared harder, as if"
5"He lifted his head and"
6"He pushed back from the"
7"It landed between them like"
8"She stepped out before she"
9"He was taller than she"
10"His face had lost the"
11"His hands, once always restless,"
12"His eyes flicked over her,"
13"He almost smiled."
14"It failed halfway."
15"She hated that she noticed."
16"She stayed standing."
17"He looked at her a"
18"He gave a short exhale"
19"She did not turn."
ratio0.37
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount129
totalSentences135
matches
0"The bottle slipped in Rory’s"
1"Silas Blackwood’s voice cut through"
2"Rory turned, found him framed"
3"She squeezed between him and"
4"He said her full name"
5"Rory set the bottle down"
6"His mouth tightened at one"
7"Rory followed his gaze through"
8"The Raven’s Nest hummed with"
9"A man sat alone near"
10"Her stomach gave a small,"
11"Silas leaned a shoulder against"
12"She stared harder, as if"
13"A scar at the edge"
14"He lifted his head and"
15"Silas watched her face without"
16"Rory gripped the tray until"
17"The name came out rough,"
18"Tommy Vale looked up at"
19"He pushed back from the"
ratio0.956
74.07% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences135
matches
0"Now he filled the space"
1"Now he said,"
ratio0.015
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences66
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"The careful way he sat, as if a bad back had become a permanent tenant."
89.29% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags14
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"she said, each word sharpened thin,"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags13
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"she repeated (repeat)"
dialogueSentences98
tagDensity0.133
leniency0.265
rawRatio0.077
effectiveRatio0.02
86.2017%