Run: 2026-03-18-01KM085BJ60JNG16RH7F57J74Z

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32.8s
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$0.030697
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OpenAI

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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
“Rory.” The voice skimmed over the bar top and stopped her hand mid-wipe. Aurora looked up from the glass she had been polishing to a shine that nobody in Soho deserved. The woman on the stool at the corner had one cheek pressed into shadow, one into the green wash from the sign outside. For a second Rory saw Cardiff in her face, all rails and bus stops and shared cigarettes outside student halls. Then the rest of her arrived. The hair was gone from the woman Rory remembered, the wild dark curls chopped close to her scalp. A pale line ran from the corner of her mouth towards her jaw, neat as a stitch. Her coat sat on her like armour, black wool and sharp shoulders, the kind of thing that cost more than Rory’s monthly rent. Her fingers, when she lifted her glass, wore no polish. One nail had split right down to the bed. “Christ.” That brought the smallest crack of a smile to the woman’s mouth. “That all I get?” Rory set the glass down very carefully. The Raven’s Nest hummed around them, low voices, ice in tumblers, the hiss of the tap. A couple at the far end leaned close over a bowl of olives. Old maps stared from the walls, their edges yellowed and curling, and black-and-white photographs watched from between the bottles like witnesses who had long since stopped caring. “No one warned me I’d need a passport for this.” “Still funny.” “Still rude.” Rory picked up the bottle of tonic and filled a measure she did not need to pour. Her eyes kept returning to the woman’s face, to the gold cap on her front tooth, to the thinness at her wrists. Carys, that was the name, though Rory had not said it in years. Carys Pritchard, all knees and laugh and red lipstick, the girl who had once borrowed Rory’s blazer and spilled wine down the sleeve before dawn. Carys took a sip. “You look insulted.” “I look busy.” “You look like you slept in a filing cabinet.” Rory snorted, then hated herself for the relief of hearing that voice land in the room again. It had changed. The Welsh lilt still clung to it, but something harder sat beneath, clipped clean by years and whatever it was that had made her vanish. Not softened. Not blurred. Trimmed down to a blade. “Last I heard, you were still in Cardiff.” “Last I heard, you were still pretending you fancied law.” “I did fancy law.” “Liar.” Rory folded the cloth once, twice, then tucked it under the bar. “I left Cardiff. You won’t win prizes for news.” “Didn’t come for prizes.” Carys’s gaze slid past Rory’s shoulder, across the room, and settled on the man at the end of the bar. Silas stood where he always seemed to stand, half in the open and half in reserve, one hand resting on a shelf of bottles as though he owned the place and the breath in it. His silver signet ring flashed when he tipped a glass towards a light. The limp showed when he shifted his weight, slight, practised, the old injury hidden only by the discipline of his posture. He watched them without pretending not to. “Still got your dragon in the corner, then,” Carys said. “Silas.” “I know who he is.” Rory caught the edge in her own name before it had fully left her lips. Carys had not said it with warmth. Not with accusation either. Just with the precision of someone touching an old bruise to check if it still hurt. “You’ve been gone.” “I noticed.” “Not from me.” That landed between them and sat there, a small dead thing. Rory turned to the bottles again. Her reflection lived in the glass, pale face, black hair, blue eyes too bright for the room. For one awful beat she saw herself as Carys might, a woman in a borrowed life, working a bar by night and delivering noodles by day, hiding above a pub like a bad decision that had learned to read. Carys leaned an elbow on the bar. “You kept your mouth shut.” Rory laughed once, without humour. “You came here to blame me for your silence?” “No.” Carys tapped the glass with one finger. “I came here because I saw your name on the door and thought, no, that can’t be right. Then I came in and there you were, with that face you used to put on when the seminar tutor asked for volunteers.” “You mean the face that said I wished to die.” “The exact one.” Silas set his glass down a fraction too hard. Rory glanced over, but he stayed where he was, only his eyes moving, calm and assessing. He did not interrupt. He never interrupted when he sensed blood in the water. He let it rise on its own. Carys turned her glass in a slow circle. “You still keep your left wrist covered.” Rory’s hand tightened. “I still have a left wrist.” “That scar. The little crescent. You used to show it off at parties like it made you interesting.” “It made me drunk.” “It made you impossible.” The memory came uninvited, sharp as broken glass. Cardiff, the flat with the sink that leaked onto the lino, Carys laughing in the kitchen with a stolen bottle of Rioja, Rory holding her wrist under the tap after a childhood accident split the skin open. They had both been young enough to think damage made for good stories. Then years had come along and taught them the cost of those stories. Rory slid a fresh glass under the tap. “Coffee?” “Jesus, no. Is that what adulthood has done to you? Made you ask polite questions in a bar?” “It’s what employment has done.” “Nothing stronger?” “You used to drink gin like you wanted to win a fight.” “Today I came armed with regret.” Rory stopped wiping. There it was. Not said plainly, but laid on the counter between them like a folded note. “You should have called.” Carys looked at her. The gold cap flashed when she spoke. “You changed your number.” “You could have found me.” “I did.” Rory did not answer. The room seemed to shrink around the silence. A spoon clinked somewhere behind them. Someone laughed too loudly near the door, then cut the sound off when nobody joined in. Carys’s jaw worked once. “I asked Eva.” That name drove straight through the noise. Rory kept her face still. She had learned that much, if nothing else. Let nothing twitch. Let nothing hand over the wound before you chose. “And?” “And she said you were in London. That you’d landed on your feet.” Rory gave a sharp little breath through her nose. “Eva always did like fiction.” Carys’s mouth tilted, but it did not reach the eyes. “She said you were safe.” Rory set the glass on the bar with care enough to count as violence. “She said that?” “She said you were out of reach.” A beat. “She lied, then.” Rory looked at her then, properly. The change in Carys sat in layers. The missing softness around the mouth. The neat violence of the haircut. The old, reckless brightness that had once made her the loudest thing in any room now buried under a hard shell. Not gone. Buried. That was worse. Gone people were easy to mourn. Buried people left you standing over the ground, wondering what else still breathed underneath. “Why are you here, Carys?” Her friend reached into her coat and pulled out a plain white envelope. No name, no return address. She did not slide it across straight away. She held it in her hand for a second, thumb pressed flat over the flap. “I should have come sooner.” Rory looked at the envelope, then at her face. “Noted.” “No, listen.” “I am.” Carys’s eyes flicked towards the door, then to Silas again. Rory caught the movement. Silas caught it too. He straightened by a fraction, not enough for most people to notice, enough for Rory to feel the bar alter around him. Carys lowered her voice. “He found me.” Rory did not ask who. The answer had already stepped into the room years ago and sat down in every one of her bad dreams. The envelope stayed between Carys’s fingers. “He asked after you.” Rory felt the old cold move through her, the one that started at the base of the skull and tightened down the spine. “No.” “Not face to face. Not at first.” Carys’s mouth twisted. “He’s not stupid. He sent men.” Rory breathed once, slow. “Did he hurt you?” Carys gave her a look that carried three answers and none of them pleased. “I’m here, aren’t I?” The bar door opened somewhere behind Rory. A gust of noise followed it, the scrape of a shoe, the small bell above the frame. Voices paused, then resumed in the wrong key. Rory did not turn straight away. She watched Carys instead. The woman had gone still in the way prey goes still, all the movement pulled inside. Silas’s hand slid from the bottle shelf. A man’s voice cut across the bar. “Rory Carter.” No one used that name in London. Not unless they wanted something from her. The room seemed to pull tight around the sound. Rory turned. Two men stood in the doorway, both in dark coats, one broad through the shoulders, the other with a shaved head and a face like a hammer. Neither looked drunk. Neither looked lost. The shaved one held his right hand inside his coat. He smiled when he saw her. “There you are.” Carys’s envelope slipped from her fingers and struck the floor. The sound cracked through the bar like a shot.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags3
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences64
tagDensity0.047
leniency0.094
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
93.89% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1637
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"very"
count1
1
adverb"carefully"
count1
highlights
0"very"
1"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)
81.67% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1637
totalAiIsms6
found
0
word"lilt"
count1
1
word"weight"
count1
2
word"warmth"
count1
3
word"silence"
count2
4
word"flicked"
count1
highlights
0"lilt"
1"weight"
2"warmth"
3"silence"
4"flicked"
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
narrationSentences121
matches
0"t with warmth"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences121
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences182
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen41
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1637
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"Cardiff, the flat with the sink that leaked onto the lino, Carys laughing in the kitchen with a stolen bottle of Rioja, …"
25.78% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions68
wordCount1288
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity2.48
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Soho1
Rory32
Cardiff2
Raven1
Nest1
Pritchard1
Welsh1
Carys22
Silas5
Rioja1
London1
persons
0"Rory"
1"Raven"
2"Nest"
3"Carys"
4"Silas"
places
0"Soho"
1"Cardiff"
2"London"
globalScore0.258
windowScore0.333
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences89
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.611
wordCount1637
matches
0"Not said plainly, but laid on the counter between them like a folded note"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount3
totalSentences182
matches
0"hearing that voice"
1"learned that much"
2"used that name"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs113
mean14.49
std19.61
cv1.353
sampleLengths
01
173
26
377
41
512
64
763
810
92
102
1177
124
133
143
159
1654
178
1810
194
201
2112
229
234
2420
2569
267
2710
281
295
3042
313
322
333
3473
357
365
375
389
3949
4010
413
4246
438
447
453
466
4718
484
494
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences121
matches
0"was gone"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs216
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences182
ratio0
matches(empty)
99.76% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1291
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount52
adverbRatio0.040278853601859024
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.006196746707978312
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences182
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences182
mean8.99
std7.46
cv0.829
sampleLengths
01
112
218
323
420
56
618
717
823
910
109
111
1212
134
147
1516
1613
1727
1810
192
202
2117
2222
2313
2425
254
263
273
289
2917
303
3125
322
332
345
358
3610
374
381
3912
409
414
4220
4335
4413
4521
467
4710
481
495
39.01% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats20
diversityRatio0.25274725274725274
totalSentences182
uniqueOpeners46
87.72% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences114
matches
0"Then the rest of her"
1"Just with the precision of"
2"Then years had come along"
ratio0.026
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount18
totalSentences114
matches
0"Her coat sat on her"
1"Her fingers, when she lifted"
2"Her eyes kept returning to"
3"It had changed."
4"His silver signet ring flashed"
5"He watched them without pretending"
6"Her reflection lived in the"
7"He did not interrupt."
8"He never interrupted when he"
9"He let it rise on"
10"They had both been young"
11"She had learned that much,"
12"Her friend reached into her"
13"She did not slide it"
14"She held it in her"
15"He straightened by a fraction,"
16"She watched Carys instead."
17"He smiled when he saw"
ratio0.158
43.33% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount95
totalSentences114
matches
0"The voice skimmed over the"
1"Aurora looked up from the"
2"The woman on the stool"
3"The hair was gone from"
4"A pale line ran from"
5"Her coat sat on her"
6"Her fingers, when she lifted"
7"That brought the smallest crack"
8"Rory set the glass down"
9"The Raven’s Nest hummed around"
10"A couple at the far"
11"Rory picked up the bottle"
12"Her eyes kept returning to"
13"Carys, that was the name,"
14"Carys Pritchard, all knees and"
15"Carys took a sip."
16"Rory snorted, then hated herself"
17"It had changed."
18"The Welsh lilt still clung"
19"Rory folded the cloth once,"
ratio0.833
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences114
matches(empty)
ratio0
44.82% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences51
technicalSentenceCount7
matches
0"Her coat sat on her like armour, black wool and sharp shoulders, the kind of thing that cost more than Rory’s monthly rent."
1"Old maps stared from the walls, their edges yellowed and curling, and black-and-white photographs watched from between the bottles like witnesses who had long s…"
2"Carys Pritchard, all knees and laugh and red lipstick, the girl who had once borrowed Rory’s blazer and spilled wine down the sleeve before dawn."
3"For one awful beat she saw herself as Carys might, a woman in a borrowed life, working a bar by night and delivering noodles by day, hiding above a pub like a b…"
4"Cardiff, the flat with the sink that leaked onto the lino, Carys laughing in the kitchen with a stolen bottle of Rioja, Rory holding her wrist under the tap aft…"
5"The old, reckless brightness that had once made her the loudest thing in any room now buried under a hard shell."
6"Carys gave her a look that carried three answers and none of them pleased."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags3
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags1
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences64
tagDensity0.016
leniency0.031
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
87.1993%