Run: 2026-03-18-01KM08ZD9EDX6YFSQQ4QH4R0JQ

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25.6s
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$0.002310
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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
The hinges groaned as Rory pushed through the door, the delivery bag slung over her shoulder like a weary soldier’s kit. The scent of stale beer and yesterday’s fry-up hit her first—warm, familiar, the kind of smell that clung to second-hand coats and bad decisions. Three old men hunched at the scarred wooden bar, their voices a low murmur of gossip and pint glasses tapping wood. She didn’t look at them. She didn’t want to explain why she was here. Not yet. Silas moved behind the counter like a man performing a ritual, his left hand gripping the counter edge for balance as his right polished the same tumbler in slow, deliberate circles. The silver signet ring caught the dim light every third pass, a quiet flash of authority in a room where time had long since given up. She dropped her bag onto the third stool from the end. “Still polishing the same useless glasses after all these years?” The cloth stilled. Silas exhaled through his nose, but there was no real irritation in it. Just the ghost of something older, something that had lived in his chest long before she’d set foot in this place. He turned. Rory knew that face better than she knew her own. The hazel eyes still sharp as broken glass. The auburn streaks in his hair now more silver than red. The beard trimmed neatly, a habit born of discipline, not vanity. The limp in his left step more pronounced tonight, dragging just a little, as if the floor had grown heavier since she last saw him. “Christ,” he said. “I thought Eva was winding me up.” “She wasn’t.” He set the glass down, wiped his hands on a rag that might once have been white. “You look like hell.” “I *feel* like it.” She unzipped her jacket enough to let air hit the damp collar of her shirt. Her raincoat had failed her an hour ago on Shaftesbury Avenue. “But hey, you’re the one talking to a ghost.” Silas leaned back against the optics, arms crossed. One eyebrow raised. “You’re not a ghost. Ghosts don’t deliver spring rolls to perverts in Farringdon.” That stopped her. Just for a second. She exhaled and rubbed her palm across the grain of the bar top, feeling the scars and burns beneath her fingertips. “No. They just deliver clothes to them too.” A pause. A breath. A door left slightly ajar. Silas’ gaze dropped to her left wrist. The tiny crescent scar there—a childhood accident, yes, but also a shadow of something else. He’d seen other marks on other wrists. He knew what they meant. Didn’t say it. Not yet. “You’re living up there?” he asked, jerking his chin toward the ceiling. She nodded. “Flat’s about as welcoming as a broom closet, but rent’s cheap and the noise from your upstairs neighbours is better than the ones I had before.” “You mean *he*’s not keeping you awake anymore?” The words hung between them, hollow and full of teeth. Rory picked at the chipped varnish on the bar. “Evan’s a master of silence now. Real growth.” Silas didn’t smile. He’d never been one for small talk, not when the air hummed with what wasn’t being said. “How long?” “Since Christmas.” “Good riddance.” “It wasn’t—” She cut herself off. Arguing semantics only made her sound like she’d once believed it. “Doesn’t matter. It’s over.” Silas waited. He was good at waiting. Years in intelligence had taught him that patience was just another form of control. Rory finally met his eyes. “I should’ve called sooner.” “Yes.” “I did think about it.” “Didn’t say you didn’t.” A muscle in her jaw tightened. “I didn’t know how.” He sighed and pushed off the optics, limping slightly as he walked to the other end of the bar. Poured her a whisky without asking. Neat. Always neat with her. Like he remembered. She accepted the glass, curled her fingers around the weight of it. The amber colour sparked memories she hadn’t invited—Christmases when he’d brought her presents wrapped in paper that smelled of printer’s ink and old bookshops. Her eleventh birthday. The way he’d lifted her onto the stool that time she’d scraped her knee riding her bike into the Taff. The way he’d said, “Rory gets back up.” She swallowed, almost choked. “You changed your name.” It wasn’t a question. Just a statement. She should’ve known he’d notice. “Aurora Carter sounds like a barrister’s daughter,” she said. “Rory Carter sounds like someone who delivers dumplings without getting cursed out by a drunk investment banker in a Santa hat.” Silas almost laughed. Almost. His mouth twitched at the corner. “You always were good at making a virtue of necessity.” She swirled the whisky. Didn’t drink. “People call me Laila sometimes. When I need to disappear.” “And do you?” “Not lately. But soon, maybe.” He nodded, slow, like a judge weighing evidence. “And the law degree?” She scoffed. “Flushed it.” That made him still. Silas Blackwood didn’t flinch. But this? This was a betrayal bigger than Prague. “You were three credits from graduating.” “I was a credit away from becoming someone I didn’t recognise.” She finally tasted the whisky. Burned clean. Like memory. “Evan liked to remind me I wasn’t good enough. Not smart enough. Not disciplined enough. Just a girl from Cardiff who got lucky with offers.” Silas’ grip on the counter tightened. She saw the white-knuckle shift of his fingers. “Evan was an idiot.” “He was charming.” She said it flat, like reciting a grocery list. “And I believed him when he said I’d never amount to anything without him.” Silas exhaled through his nose again. A man who’d seen wars said nothing. But his silence spoke volumes. “You could’ve come to me,” he said quietly. “I did.” A flicker. A beat. A microsecond of time stretching like flawed film. “When?” “After the third time he put me through the drywall.” She shrugged. “You weren’t picking up.” The words hit like a stone in a well. Deep. Echoing. Unanswerable. Silas turned away, walked to the far end of the bar. She watched the shape of him—shoulders broad once, now settling into middle age like a suit that no longer fit. He busied himself wiping down a glass that didn’t need it. His left leg dragged a little more tonight. The knee injury from Prague. A souvenir he’d never shake. “You were twenty-three,” he said at last. “Legally an adult. Not my responsibility.” “No.” Her voice was steel wrapped in silk. “But you were the one who taught me to trust myself. And I didn’t.” He set the glass down. “You’re alive. That counts for something.” “Only because I worked out he wasn’t going to rape me to death. Just the living.” Silas spun around, face dark. “Rory—” “It’s fine.” She raised a hand. “I left. I survived. End of story.” “End of story?” His voice dropped to that register used for secrets and classified files. “You don’t just *leave*. Not those kinds of ghosts. They follow. They nest. They—” “Yeah, well.” She pushed the whisky away. “I’ve been looking over my shoulder for two years. Maybe I figured it was time to *be* the ghost.” Silas studied her. Really studied her. For the first time, she saw the fear in his eyes. “What aren’t you telling me?” She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. The words curdled in her throat like old milk. He came closer. Three slow steps. The limp pronounced. The signet ring catching light again. “Evan’s not the kind of man who forgives what he sees as theft,” Silas said. “And you took his name. His reputation. His possession.” “I erased the *his*. Left the man behind.” “You don’t erase a man like Evan.” The third old man at the bar suddenly stood, gathered his change, muttering something about weather. The door chimed as he left. Left them in silence that shouldn’t have been allowed in a place like this. Rory’s fingers curled into fists beneath the bar. “I changed my name legally. Got a new ID. A new flat. New job. I *erased* it.” “And yet.” Silas leaned in. “He found you.” She went very still. Silas reached under the bar. Pulled out a folded piece of paper. Slid it across the wood toward her. A printed sheet. Newspaper clipping. A photo. Her photo. Smaller than a passport photo. Blurred at the edges. But unmistakable. On it, inked in red biro, two words: *PAY OR DIE.* Rory didn’t touch it. Didn’t breathe. A coin of ice settled in her stomach. Silas folded it back up. Put it in his pocket. “He’s not just angry,” he said. “He’s *public*. And public means sloppy.” Rory finally met his gaze. The light in his hazel eyes wasn’t authority tonight. It was something older. Something paternal and terrified both. “He wasn’t supposed to see you,” Silas said. “I made sure of that.” She whispered, “Then how—?” “Because he’s not working alone anymore.” Silas’ voice dropped to a growl. “And neither are you.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags19
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"he said quietly [quietly]"
dialogueSentences72
tagDensity0.264
leniency0.528
rawRatio0.053
effectiveRatio0.028
83.45% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1511
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count2
1
adverb"really"
count1
2
adverb"suddenly"
count1
3
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"really"
2"suddenly"
3"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)
66.91% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1511
totalAiIsms10
found
0
word"familiar"
count1
1
word"eyebrow"
count1
2
word"silence"
count3
3
word"weight"
count1
4
word"flicker"
count1
5
word"echoing"
count1
6
word"silk"
count1
7
word"stomach"
count1
highlights
0"familiar"
1"eyebrow"
2"silence"
3"weight"
4"flicker"
5"echoing"
6"silk"
7"stomach"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences145
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences145
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences199
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen31
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans8
markdownWords10
totalWords1507
ratio0.007
matches
0"feel"
1"he"
2"leave"
3"be"
4"his"
5"erased"
6"PAY OR DIE."
7"public"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions24
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
66.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions35
wordCount1008
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity1.59
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Rory7
Shaftesbury1
Avenue1
Arguing1
Christmases1
Taff1
Silas16
Blackwood1
Prague2
Burned1
Didn3
persons
0"Rory"
1"Silas"
2"Blackwood"
places
0"Shaftesbury"
1"Avenue"
2"Taff"
3"Prague"
globalScore0.706
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences60
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1507
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences199
matches
0"knew that face"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs85
mean17.73
std15.83
cv0.893
sampleLengths
082
157
211
310
43
536
665
710
82
921
1039
1124
1236
139
1439
1512
1628
178
1810
1917
2022
212
222
2321
2421
259
261
275
284
2910
3033
3167
324
334
3412
3530
3620
3716
383
395
4012
414
4217
436
4445
4518
4626
4718
488
492
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences145
matches
0"being said"
1"been allowed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs197
matches(empty)
85.43% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount4
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences4
totalSentences199
ratio0.02
matches
0"The scent of stale beer and yesterday’s fry-up hit her first—warm, familiar, the kind of smell that clung to second-hand coats and bad decisions."
1"The tiny crescent scar there—a childhood accident, yes, but also a shadow of something else."
2"The amber colour sparked memories she hadn’t invited—Christmases when he’d brought her presents wrapped in paper that smelled of printer’s ink and old bookshops."
3"She watched the shape of him—shoulders broad once, now settling into middle age like a suit that no longer fit."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount653
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount22
adverbRatio0.033690658499234305
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.006125574272588055
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences199
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences199
mean7.57
std6.01
cv0.793
sampleLengths
021
124
221
35
49
52
631
726
811
910
103
1113
1221
132
1410
158
1611
1711
1825
193
207
212
2217
234
2419
2511
269
278
283
2913
303
314
3221
338
342
352
365
377
3815
397
405
413
422
4312
442
4526
468
4710
489
498
47.40% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats14
diversityRatio0.32663316582914576
totalSentences199
uniqueOpeners65
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount5
totalSentences113
matches
0"Just the ghost of something"
1"Just for a second."
2"Always neat with her."
3"Just a statement."
4"Really studied her."
ratio0.044
81.95% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount39
totalSentences113
matches
0"She didn’t look at them."
1"She didn’t want to explain"
2"She dropped her bag onto"
3"He set the glass down,"
4"She unzipped her jacket enough"
5"Her raincoat had failed her"
6"She exhaled and rubbed her"
7"He’d seen other marks on"
8"He knew what they meant."
9"he asked, jerking his chin"
10"He’d never been one for"
11"She cut herself off"
12"He was good at waiting."
13"He sighed and pushed off"
14"She accepted the glass, curled"
15"Her eleventh birthday."
16"She swallowed, almost choked."
17"It wasn’t a question."
18"She should’ve known he’d notice."
19"His mouth twitched at the"
ratio0.345
57.35% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount91
totalSentences113
matches
0"The hinges groaned as Rory"
1"The scent of stale beer"
2"She didn’t look at them."
3"She didn’t want to explain"
4"Silas moved behind the counter"
5"The silver signet ring caught"
6"She dropped her bag onto"
7"The cloth stilled."
8"Silas exhaled through his nose,"
9"Rory knew that face better"
10"The hazel eyes still sharp"
11"The auburn streaks in his"
12"The beard trimmed neatly, a"
13"The limp in his left"
14"He set the glass down,"
15"She unzipped her jacket enough"
16"Her raincoat had failed her"
17"Silas leaned back against the"
18"That stopped her."
19"She exhaled and rubbed her"
ratio0.805
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences113
matches(empty)
ratio0
47.62% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences30
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"The scent of stale beer and yesterday’s fry-up hit her first—warm, familiar, the kind of smell that clung to second-hand coats and bad decisions."
1"Just the ghost of something older, something that had lived in his chest long before she’d set foot in this place."
2"The limp in his left step more pronounced tonight, dragging just a little, as if the floor had grown heavier since she last saw him."
3"The amber colour sparked memories she hadn’t invited—Christmases when he’d brought her presents wrapped in paper that smelled of printer’s ink and old bookshops…"
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags19
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags11
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"The way he’d (would)"
1"She whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences72
tagDensity0.153
leniency0.306
rawRatio0.182
effectiveRatio0.056
87.8924%