Run: 2026-03-18-01KM08QHJ7FS0GN2TMZ2MH2H5R

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Duration:
29.4s
Cost:
$0.002565
Provider:
Mistral

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

Model response

AI
She hadn't planned on coming back to the Raven's Nest. Not today. Not ever, if she was being honest with herself. The last delivery slip for the week lay crumpled in the back pocket of her jeans, a snot-green menu for The Golden Empress sticking out like a guilty conscience. Three plates of chow mein. One order of crispy aromatic duck. A pot of lapsang souchong that had already gone cold in the insulated bag. Numbers didn't lie, but neither did the sour taste in her mouth. This bar—this *filthy* bar—was supposed to be her sanctuary, not another stop on her daily round of penance. Delivery boy by day, trespasser by night, and by dawn, just another ghost haunting Soho's cobbled streets. Rory pushed through the door, the familiar jingle of the bell doing that thing it always did—like a knife twisting slow through the quiet. The Raven's Nest smelled of stale ale and older secrets: the faint musk of old leather chairs, the acrid tang of espresso machine left on too long, and beneath it all, Silas. She couldn't help herself. Her breath hitched. The hulking figure behind the bar hadn't changed a bit. Still tall, still rigid in that way only ex-military men have. Still wearing his bloody hazel eyes like they were made of brass and gunmetal. "About time," he said. No hello. No feigned surprise. Just the flat observation of a man who'd been marking time in this sodden city long enough to know when someone was lying by their presence, not just their words. Rory dropped the insulated bag onto the bar with a wet thud. "Three starters, one tea. With apologies for the temperature." Silas didn't reach for the bag. His right hand—still adorned with that damn signet ring—rested on the counter instead, fingers tapping a rhythm only he knew. The same uneven tempo from years ago, when he'd still been stitching Europe back together in his own quiet way. "You look like shit," he said, voice low but carrying that same rough authority she used to lean on. "Sharp as ever." Rory cut her eyes to the left, toward the back of the bar. The hidden door behind the bookshelf. It was closed. Locked. As it should be. "I could say the same about you, but we both know age has been kinder." Silas let out a sound that wasn't quite a laugh. More like a relic from some long-dead engine trying to turn over. "Age? Rory, love, I'm old enough to remember when your biggest problem was navigating the politics of your mother's Sunday roasts." He leaned forward slightly, just enough to make the stool creak beneath him. "Now you look like someone peeled your skin off and forgot the knack of wearing it." She exhaled through her nose, sharp enough to draw blood in her sinuses. The scent of the restaurant clung to her clothes—garlic, soy, the faint chemical bite of takeaway grease. She smelled like failure and cheap victories. She wanted to scrub herself raw. "You're working for Yu-Fei?" Silas asked, finally tapping the bag with an ink-stained fingertip. "Part-time. Keeps the roof over my head. Prevents me from having to explain to the landlord why I haven't paid rent in two months." The words came out before she could stop them. Like always. Rory bit the inside of her cheek. Hard. *Control. Control was the only thing keeping her upright these days.* Silas nodded once, slow and heavy, as if he'd expected worse. "And the rest of the time?" "Delivery. Odd jobs. Running, Rory. Always running." The bag rustled as she shifted her weight. The chow mein hadn't moved. Neither had the ache behind her eyes. Silas reached into the bag, not to check the food, but to pull out the small insulated flask she'd forgotten to take off the bike. He unscrewed the lid and sniffed. His eyebrow twitched upward. "Lapsang. You're slipping, Carter." Rory snatched the flask back and shoved it into her jacket pocket. "Wedding gift. From Eva." The mention of Eva hung in the air like smoke after a gunshot. Silas' eyes darkened. Not with anger. Never anger. With something older. Something that tasted like ashes and good intentions wasted. "Eva," he repeated, as though the name were a code he'd long since stopped trying to remember. "Still the same?" Rory crossed her arms, the cold from the flask biting through the fabric. "More so. Married. Pregnant. Bloody radiant. You'd love her." The moment the words left her mouth, Rory wanted to claw them back. Silas had been the one to pull her out of the wreckage of Evan's fists the first time. Not Eva. *Rory* had called Silas. Drenched in blood and shaking, her voice barely a whisper through the shattered phone screen, and Silas had appeared like some old knight out of a myth, his voice steady as flint: *Where are you, kid? Hang tight. I'm coming.* Silas's knuckles whitened around the edge of the bar. For the first time, Rory noticed the slight tremor in his left hand. The one that used to steady a glass like it was a precision instrument. Now it just... quivered. "You're still living above the shop?" she asked, desperate to fill the silence, the absence of things they weren't saying. "Flat's the same." He let go of the bar and wiped his hand on his apron. The signet ring caught the dim light. "Couldn't run a bar without a roof over my head, could I?" Rory wanted to laugh. The idea was absurd. A man like Silas—former spymaster, whisperer of truths, breaker of men—tethered to a pub in Soho. A front. A safe house. A place for ghosts to gather and drink their sorrows behind a curtain of nicotine and bad decisions. But she didn't laugh. Couldn't. Instead, she pulled out her phone, the long dead battery icon mocking her. "Need your Wi-Fi." Silas exhaled sharply through his nose. "Password's still *TequilaMockingbird*." "Of course it is," she muttered, tapping in the letters. The screen flickered to life. Weak signal. The usual. She hesitated. Then, against every instinct screaming at her to run, she slid the phone across the bar. "Order came through. Last-minute. Triple pay. Desperate times." Silas didn't touch the phone. His eyes lifted to hers, and something ancient flickered in their hazel depths. Something that made Rory's stomach drop. "What's the address?" Rory swallowed. "Your old place off Carnaby." The silence that followed wasn't heavy. It was nuclear. The kind that didn't just silence speech, but memory itself. Silas finally breathed out, slow and controlled. "Funny world, isn't it? The places you flee from always seem to chase you down in the end." Rory didn't answer. She didn't want to play this game. Not now. Not ever again. Silas reached out then, not for the phone, not for the food, but for her wrist. Rory flinched. Instinct. Muscle memory from another life where touches came with bruises and not comfort. His grip was firm but gentle. The old man's hands, still skilled at damage control. He turned her wrist upward. The scar caught the dim light. A small, pale crescent moon just below her pulse point. Childhood accident. Or so she'd told everyone. Not the truth—nails dragged down by a lover who was supposed to love her. Who had loved her. Once. Silas let go. If he'd noticed the flinch, he didn't show it. "You're still here." Rory yanked her hand back, tucking it into her sleeve. "For now." Silas's gaze dropped to the bar top. The grain of the wood looked like fault lines. "You always were a terrible liar, Rory. Worse than me." The words hung between them, sharp as glass. Rory could feel the old walls rising inside her, the ones she'd built after Evan, after the police station, after the court orders, after the nights she woke up screaming and Eva held her down and whispered, *Not here. You're safe here.* But the walls weren't enough anymore. They'd started to crumble. She leaned forward, close enough to smell the faded cologne beneath the beer stink—something sandalwood and old paper. "What do you want from me, Silas? Sympathy? A hero to ride in and save the day? You taught me better than that." He met her stare without flinching. "I taught you to survive." Rory swallowed the knot in her throat. "And look at me. I'm doing a stellar job." Silas's mouth twisted. Not a smile. A sad acknowledgment. "You called me once. Years ago. London. Panicked. Said you were leaving Cardiff. Said you needed to disappear." He tapped the bar with one finger, rhythmic. "I gave you my number. Left it with Eva." Rory's breath hitched. That old shame, the one she'd tried to bury under busyness and bad coffee, bubbled up like oil. "I didn't—" "You didn't call back." His voice was a scalpel. Precise. Deadly. "Took you two years to crawl out of whatever hole you'd jumped into." Rory wanted to scream. To tell him it wasn’t his fault. That Evan had her emails monitored. Her phone tapped. That his voicemail had become a weapon, his texts bullets. But she couldn’t explain any of that without screaming, and she refused to scream in this goddamn place. She pushed the phone toward him again. "The order’s for eight p.m. Three Course. Address in Clerkenwell." Silas looked at the screen. Then at her. Then at the scar on her wrist. His voice dropped lower, rough as gravel. "You've got three missed calls. From someone called *Dad*." Rory's stomach lurched. Brendan Carter. Her father. The barrister with the roaring arguments and the quiet, desperate hugs. The man who'd told her to come to London. Who'd written her cheques she'd torn up in fury and shame. Who'd begged her to answer her phone. "Tell him I'm dead," Rory said flatly. Silas didn’t react. Not shock. Not pity. Just a slow, understanding nod. "You always were a terrible liar." Rory grabbed the insulated bag and turned toward the door. The bell jingled. She didn't look back. Silas called out, voice barely rising above the ambient din of the bar—chatter, clinking glasses, the low hum of a football match on the telly in the corner. "Rory." She stopped. Just her silhouette framed in the doorway, the neon green sign of the Raven's Nest casting a ghoulish glow over her black hair. "Your mother sends her love." The words hit her like a punch to the ribs. Jennifer Carter of Pontypool Road, who'd read Keats to her at bedtime, who'd made her pancakes with too much sugar and not enough eggs because that was Rory's favourite. Who'd wept when Rory left Cardiff wearing a second-hand leather jacket and a heart full of spite. Rory's throat closed. For a moment, she couldn't breathe. Couldn't *move*. Then she spun back. "Don't." Silas lifted his hands, palms up. A gesture of peace. Or surrender. "She worries." "And you?" Rory's voice cracked. "Do you worry about me too, Silas? Or am I just another ghost haunting your bloody bar?" The question hung there, raw and ugly and impossible. Silas's eyes glistened in the dim light. For the first time in years, Rory saw the man beneath the legend. The old spymaster. The mentor. The man who'd let her cry on his shoulder when she was seventeen and too clever for her own good, too reckless for safety. Then his expression shuttered. The mask slid back into place. "Delivery at eight. Don't be late." Rory opened her mouth to scream. To beg. To confess. To collapse. But she didn't. She turned and walked out. The door swung shut behind her with a finality that made her ribs ache. The night swallowed her whole.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags12
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences48
tagDensity0.25
leniency0.5
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
94.93% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1973
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"sharply"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"sharply"
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)
41.71% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1973
totalAiIsms23
found
0
word"sanctuary"
count1
1
word"familiar"
count1
2
word"hulking"
count1
3
word"navigating"
count1
4
word"weight"
count1
5
word"eyebrow"
count1
6
word"radiant"
count1
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word"whisper"
count1
8
word"shattered"
count1
9
word"quivered"
count1
10
word"silence"
count3
11
word"flickered"
count2
12
word"depths"
count1
13
word"stomach"
count2
14
word"pulse"
count1
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word"could feel"
count1
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word"rhythmic"
count1
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word"lurched"
count1
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word"roaring"
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highlights
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10"silence"
11"flickered"
12"depths"
13"stomach"
14"pulse"
15"could feel"
16"rhythmic"
17"lurched"
18"roaring"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells2
narrationSentences194
matches
0"t with anger"
1"p in fury"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences194
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"started to"
1"tried to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences229
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen39
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans8
markdownWords29
totalWords1963
ratio0.015
matches
0"filthy"
1"Control. Control was the only thing keeping her upright these days."
2"Rory"
3"Where are you, kid? Hang tight. I'm coming."
4"TequilaMockingbird"
5"Not here. You're safe here."
6"Dad"
7"move"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions23
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions77
wordCount1602
uniqueNames18
maxNameDensity1.75
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Raven3
Nest3
Golden1
Empress1
Soho2
Silas23
Europe1
Rory28
Like1
Eva3
Evan3
Precise1
Carter2
London1
Pontypool1
Road1
Keats1
Cardiff1
persons
0"Raven"
1"Nest"
2"Empress"
3"Silas"
4"Rory"
5"Eva"
6"Evan"
7"Carter"
8"Keats"
places
0"Soho"
1"Europe"
2"London"
3"Pontypool"
4"Road"
5"Cardiff"
globalScore0.626
windowScore0.5
57.41% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences108
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"quite a laugh"
1"smelled like failure and cheap victories"
2"tasted like ashes and good intentions was"
3"looked like fault lines"
47.17% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches3
per1kWords1.528
wordCount1963
matches
0"not to check the food, but to pull out the small insulated flask she'd forgotten to tak"
1"not for the phone, not for the food, but for her wrist"
2"not for the food, but for her wrist"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences229
matches
0"doing that thing"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs66
mean29.74
std21.67
cv0.729
sampleLengths
0122
198
239
321
446
522
642
772
843
914
1054
1117
1227
1339
1416
1533
1620
1722
1877
1940
2020
2135
2252
2316
249
2519
2626
2727
287
2919
3025
3115
3232
3320
346
3536
3615
3712
3826
3960
4041
4111
4216
4344
4423
4524
4648
4717
4831
4945
99.84% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences194
matches
0"was supposed"
1"were made"
2"was supposed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs260
matches
0"was being"
1"was lying"
2"weren't saying"
43.04% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount11
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences8
totalSentences229
ratio0.035
matches
0"This bar—this *filthy* bar—was supposed to be her sanctuary, not another stop on her daily round of penance."
1"Rory pushed through the door, the familiar jingle of the bell doing that thing it always did—like a knife twisting slow through the quiet."
2"His right hand—still adorned with that damn signet ring—rested on the counter instead, fingers tapping a rhythm only he knew."
3"The scent of the restaurant clung to her clothes—garlic, soy, the faint chemical bite of takeaway grease."
4"A man like Silas—former spymaster, whisperer of truths, breaker of men—tethered to a pub in Soho."
5"Not the truth—nails dragged down by a lover who was supposed to love her."
6"She leaned forward, close enough to smell the faded cologne beneath the beer stink—something sandalwood and old paper."
7"Silas called out, voice barely rising above the ambient din of the bar—chatter, clinking glasses, the low hum of a football match on the telly in the corner."
91.72% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount748
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount37
adverbRatio0.04946524064171123
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.008021390374331552
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences229
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences229
mean8.57
std7.38
cv0.861
sampleLengths
010
12
29
329
45
56
614
712
818
917
1024
1132
124
133
1410
1511
1614
174
182
193
2030
2112
229
236
2420
2520
2619
273
2813
296
303
311
324
3315
3410
3512
3634
3716
3813
3917
407
416
4214
4333
442
457
461
471
4810
4911
46.00% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats18
diversityRatio0.3231441048034934
totalSentences229
uniqueOpeners74
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount12
totalSentences158
matches
0"Still tall, still rigid in"
1"Still wearing his bloody hazel"
2"Just the flat observation of"
3"More like a relic from"
4"Instead, she pulled out her"
5"Then, against every instinct screaming"
6"Then at her."
7"Then at the scar on"
8"Just a slow, understanding nod."
9"Just her silhouette framed in"
10"Then she spun back."
11"Then his expression shuttered."
ratio0.076
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount32
totalSentences158
matches
0"She hadn't planned on coming"
1"She couldn't help herself."
2"Her breath hitched."
3"His right hand—still adorned with"
4"he said, voice low but"
5"It was closed."
6"He leaned forward slightly, just"
7"She exhaled through her nose,"
8"She smelled like failure and"
9"She wanted to scrub herself"
10"He unscrewed the lid and"
11"His eyebrow twitched upward."
12"he repeated, as though the"
13"she asked, desperate to fill"
14"He let go of the"
15"she muttered, tapping in the"
16"His eyes lifted to hers,"
17"It was nuclear."
18"She didn't want to play"
19"His grip was firm but"
ratio0.203
77.09% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount121
totalSentences158
matches
0"She hadn't planned on coming"
1"The last delivery slip for"
2"A pot of lapsang souchong"
3"Numbers didn't lie, but neither"
4"This bar—this *filthy* bar—was supposed"
5"Delivery boy by day, trespasser"
6"Rory pushed through the door,"
7"The Raven's Nest smelled of"
8"She couldn't help herself."
9"Her breath hitched."
10"The hulking figure behind the"
11"Rory dropped the insulated bag"
12"Silas didn't reach for the"
13"His right hand—still adorned with"
14"The same uneven tempo from"
15"he said, voice low but"
16"Rory cut her eyes to"
17"The hidden door behind the"
18"It was closed."
19"Silas let out a sound"
ratio0.766
94.94% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount3
totalSentences158
matches
0"Now it just..."
1"If he'd noticed the flinch,"
2"To tell him it wasn’t"
ratio0.019
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences58
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"Just the flat observation of a man who'd been marking time in this sodden city long enough to know when someone was lying by their presence, not just their word…"
1"Jennifer Carter of Pontypool Road, who'd read Keats to her at bedtime, who'd made her pancakes with too much sugar and not enough eggs because that was Rory's f…"
2"The man who'd let her cry on his shoulder when she was seventeen and too clever for her own good, too reckless for safety."
41.67% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags12
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"he repeated, as though the name were a code he'd long since stopped trying to remember"
1"He tapped, rhythmic"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags6
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"he repeated (repeat)"
1"she muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences48
tagDensity0.125
leniency0.25
rawRatio0.333
effectiveRatio0.083
86.1838%