Run: 2026-03-18-01KM090RM1G886Y13XQEXSFSAK

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14.1s
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$0.012382
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OpenAI

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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
Rory caught the glass before it hit the floor, but the bottle slipped from the same crate and burst against the tiles anyway. Amber shards skittered under her boots. The man who had knocked into her raised both hands, a grin already forming as if charm could glue the place back together. “Steady on.” She stared at the mess, then at him. “If you want a drink, use the door like the rest of the species.” He blinked, laughed once, and backed off towards the bar with the wounded air of a man who expected the world to reward him for breathing. Rory crouched, swept the thicker pieces into her palm, and heard the front door open hard enough to rattle the brass bell. A gust of voices followed, clumsy and loud, then a silence that felt too deliberate to belong to Soho. She looked up. A woman stood just inside the entrance with rain darkening the shoulders of her camel coat, one hand wrapped round the strap of a leather bag that looked expensive enough to offend the whole room. Her hair had gone from the wild red curl Rory remembered to a blunt, copper bob that sat sharp against her jaw. Her mouth had thinned. Her cheekbones had sharpened. Even from across the room, Rory knew the face. Nia Price. For a second the bar tilted. Rory saw Cardiff instead of Soho, damp pavements, cheap cider in sticky cups, a stolen cigarette shared under a bus shelter while they laughed at boys who thought they mattered. Nia with chipped black polish and a ripped denim jacket. Nia getting Rory to dye the ends of her hair with kitchen scissors and bleach. Nia swearing she would leave Wales with enough money to buy a flat by the sea. Nia saw her too. The whole room seemed to pull tight. The jukebox hissed. Someone near the far end of the bar put a glass down too carefully. “Niamh?” The woman gave a quick, crooked smile that did not reach her eyes. “You still call me that.” Rory rose slowly, bottle shards biting into her palm. “You didn’t tell me you were alive.” “Civilised greeting.” Nia glanced past her to the bar, to the shelves lined with bottles and old maps and the black-and-white photographs Silas liked to pretend were decoration. “This is yours?” Rory let the glass fall into the bin. “No. I just haunt the place.” That got a real smile, brief and worn. It changed her face for an instant and put twenty years back into the room. “You’re in London,” Rory said. “So are you.” The words landed with a strange soft violence. They had once been the sort of thing they said to each other when one of them had done something impossible, when life had turned sharp and narrow and the only answer was disbelief. Rory took a step closer. “How long has it been?” Nia’s eyes flicked to the scar on Rory’s left wrist, then away. “Long enough for you to stop asking questions like a barrister.” Rory laughed under her breath. “That bad, is it?” “Worse.” Nia looked around the room again. “Can we sit?” Silas emerged from the narrow corridor behind the bar with a clean cloth in one hand and that familiar measured calm in his face, the look of a man who had once watched liars professionally and never quite lost the habit. “Ms Price.” His gaze shifted between them. “How fortunate. Rory, the floor would prefer not to wear glass.” “You know her?” Rory said. Silas set the cloth down beside the till. “I know of her. We have all made regrettable acquaintances in younger years.” Nia’s mouth twitched. “And you’re still collecting them, I see.” “Only the useful ones.” “Wonderful.” She slid onto the stool Rory indicated and put the leather bag in her lap as if it carried something alive. “Can I get a gin and tonic?” Silas tipped his head. “You can.” Rory leaned on the bar and watched her friend with the sort of concentration she reserved for problems that had already started bleeding. Nia’s nails were bare. Her hands looked leaner than Rory remembered, the knuckles marked by old work, the skin at the base of her thumbs roughened by use. Not designer-soft. Not the kind of life that came with theatre tickets and brunch. Silas set the drink down and drifted away, the signet ring on his right hand catching the light once as he passed. Nia took one sip and closed her eyes. “They still make it too strong.” “You always said weak gin tasted like remorse.” “I had standards.” “You had a mouth on you.” “I still do.” She glanced up at Rory. “You just got more patient.” Rory snorted. “That’s a lie.” It was the kind of line that would have sent them into a fit once. Instead they sat with it, each of them measuring how much truth could fit between the words. Nia turned the glass with her fingertips. “You look different.” Rory looked down at herself, then back. “Thanks for the precision. I’ve been working on it.” “No, I mean it.” Nia’s voice dropped into something closer to the old one. “Your hair. The flat. The face. You used to look like someone who slept on buses and wrote letters to people she hated.” Rory’s mouth tightened. “Still do, occasionally.” “You used to have that Cardiff look about you. Like you were always on your way to somewhere else and annoyed by it.” Rory watched her. “And you used to dress like you were about to set fire to a customs office.” “Growth.” “Apparently.” Nia gave a short laugh, then looked away as if the bar had suddenly become too interesting. Rory saw it then, the tiny faults in the polished surface. The expensive coat was a shield. The haircut was a decision. The bag sat clutched on her lap as if releasing it would cost her something. “You came looking for me?” Rory asked. “No.” “Comforting.” “I came because I had an address and a name.” Nia reached into the bag, stopped, then withdrew her hand again. “You still go by Rory?” The question hit with more weight than it should have. Rory felt it settle behind her ribs. “Sometimes.” Nia held her gaze. “Right.” Silas placed a bowl of olives at the end of the bar without a word. The gesture was small, but it changed the room. Gave the air a spine. Rory lowered her voice. “What name did they give you?” Nia stared at the drink. “Miss Price, mostly. Ms Price when they want something.” “That’s not a name.” “It pays better.” Rory folded her arms. “You never cared about money.” Nia’s smile showed itself and went. “People change.” “Yes.” Rory looked at the ring on Silas’s hand, the old maps, the hard line of his shoulders. “They do.” For a while the bar filled the spaces between them. Glasses clinked. A burst of laughter rose from a group near the back, then sank under the low music. Someone at the far end argued about football in thick London vowels. It all felt far away, like a city beating on the other side of a wall. Nia picked at the label on the bottle. “You remember Swansea Road?” Rory’s throat tightened. “Which part?” “The bit with the bakery on the corner. The one that smelled of burnt sugar every morning.” “You threw a rock through its window.” “I was expressing political dissent.” “You were fourteen.” “And right.” Rory smiled despite herself. “You nicked a tray of custard slices.” “We were starving.” “You were not starving.” “Emotionally, yes.” The old rhythm came back for half a breath, warm as a hand on the back of the neck, and then Nia set the glass down with more force than she needed. “Your father ever get the letter?” Rory went still. Silas, at the far end polishing a glass that did not need it, found a shelf label fascinating. The whole room sharpened around the question. “My father got plenty of letters,” Rory said. Nia watched her. “Not from me. Before you go bristling, I’m not after a family reunion.” Rory felt the crescent scar on her wrist pull tight as she flexed her hand. “Why bring that up?” “Because I wrote it. I left it at your mother’s school. Yellow paper. Blue ink. Absolute disaster of a message.” Rory gave her a long look. “You never told me.” “You never answered.” “You vanished.” “You vanished first.” The words cracked between them. Nia’s jaw set hard, and Rory saw it, the effort of keeping everything in place. The years had not smoothed her. They had only taught her how to hold the cracks where no one could see them until the right light. Rory looked down at the wet ring her glass had made on the bar. “I left Cardiff.” “Yes.” “You knew why.” Nia let out a short breath through her nose. “I knew what you said.” Rory met her eyes. “That was enough.” Nia’s laugh came out thin. “No, Rory. It was enough to make me hate you for a while. Then it wasn’t.” Silence pressed in again. The olives had gone untouched. A man in a navy jacket passed the window and glanced in with the flat stare of someone assessing exits. Rory filed the face away without meaning to. Old habits never died. They slept with one eye open. Nia noticed nothing. Or acted well enough to seem so. “You’re not here for nostalgia,” Rory said. “No.” “Then say it.” Nia reached into her bag and took out a white envelope. She did not hand it over. She held it between thumb and forefinger like something that might stain. “I was told to bring this to Aurora Carter.” The room changed. Rory felt it in her teeth first, then in the silence around the table, then in the slight shift of Silas’s attention from the shelf he had been pretending to inspect. The envelope looked plain enough, cream paper, no stamp, the sort of thing a solicitor might send or a blackmailer might use if he had taste. Nobody called her Aurora. Not here. Not unless it meant trouble. Nia’s gaze stayed on her face. “I asked for Rory. He said no. He said Aurora Carter would do.” Silas straightened from the bar. “Who?” Rory said. Nia’s fingers tightened on the envelope. “I don’t know his name. Tall. Dark coat. Scar on the right side of his mouth. He knew where you lived.” Rory took one slow breath and kept her eyes on Nia, because if she looked away she would miss the exact instant her life split open again. “He said one more thing,” Nia added. “What.” “He said you left Cardiff with the wrong man. And now he’s come to collect what got left behind.” The front door banged open behind her. Rory turned on instinct. Three men stepped into The Raven’s Nest, one after the other, their shoulders filling the doorway, their faces set in that careful blankness that never meant anything good. The first one scanned the room and landed on Rory as if he had been looking for her all day. His hand moved inside his coat. Silas’s voice cut across the bar like a blade being drawn clean. “Rory, duck.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags15
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"Nia looked around [around]"
dialogueSentences92
tagDensity0.163
leniency0.326
rawRatio0.067
effectiveRatio0.022
92.12% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1904
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"carefully"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
2
adverb"suddenly"
count1
highlights
0"carefully"
1"slowly"
2"suddenly"
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)
71.11% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1904
totalAiIsms11
found
0
word"charm"
count1
1
word"silence"
count3
2
word"flicked"
count1
3
word"familiar"
count1
4
word"measured"
count1
5
word"comforting"
count1
6
word"weight"
count1
7
word"fascinating"
count1
8
word"scanned"
count1
highlights
0"charm"
1"silence"
2"flicked"
3"familiar"
4"measured"
5"comforting"
6"weight"
7"fascinating"
8"scanned"
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
narrationSentences131
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences131
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences208
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
totalWords1904
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions18
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
0.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions93
wordCount1383
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity3.11
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Soho2
Rory43
Price1
Cardiff1
Wales1
Silas11
Nia30
London1
Aurora1
Raven1
Nest1
persons
0"Rory"
1"Price"
2"Silas"
3"Nia"
places
0"Soho"
1"Cardiff"
2"Wales"
3"London"
4"Raven"
globalScore0
windowScore0
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences83
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"as if releasing it would cost her something"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1904
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences208
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs121
mean15.74
std15.9
cv1.01
sampleLengths
023
129
22
322
426
541
63
774
82
977
104
1124
121
1318
1416
1531
1614
1723
185
193
2042
2110
2223
239
2410
2541
2618
275
2821
2910
304
3129
326
3365
3422
3514
368
373
386
3913
405
4132
4210
4316
4437
456
4623
4719
481
491
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences131
matches
0"being drawn"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs236
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences208
ratio0
matches(empty)
98.38% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1386
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount58
adverbRatio0.04184704184704185
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.004329004329004329
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences208
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences208
mean9.15
std7.81
cv0.853
sampleLengths
023
16
223
32
48
514
626
722
819
93
1035
1122
124
134
149
152
166
1730
1810
1915
2016
214
227
233
2414
251
2613
275
289
297
3028
313
328
336
348
3515
365
373
388
3934
405
415
4212
4311
445
454
467
473
4841
497
43.27% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats14
diversityRatio0.2980769230769231
totalSentences208
uniqueOpeners62
28.01% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences119
matches
0"Instead they sat with it,"
ratio0.008
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount19
totalSentences119
matches
0"She stared at the mess,"
1"He blinked, laughed once, and"
2"She looked up."
3"Her hair had gone from"
4"Her mouth had thinned."
5"Her cheekbones had sharpened."
6"It changed her face for"
7"They had once been the"
8"His gaze shifted between them"
9"She slid onto the stool"
10"Her hands looked leaner than"
11"She glanced up at Rory"
12"It was the kind of"
13"It all felt far away,"
14"They had only taught her"
15"They slept with one eye"
16"She did not hand it"
17"She held it between thumb"
18"His hand moved inside his"
ratio0.16
6.22% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount108
totalSentences119
matches
0"Rory caught the glass before"
1"Amber shards skittered under her"
2"The man who had knocked"
3"She stared at the mess,"
4"He blinked, laughed once, and"
5"Rory crouched, swept the thicker"
6"A gust of voices followed,"
7"She looked up."
8"A woman stood just inside"
9"Her hair had gone from"
10"Her mouth had thinned."
11"Her cheekbones had sharpened."
12"Rory saw Cardiff instead of"
13"Nia with chipped black polish"
14"Nia getting Rory to dye"
15"Nia swearing she would leave"
16"Nia saw her too."
17"The whole room seemed to"
18"The jukebox hissed."
19"Someone near the far end"
ratio0.908
42.02% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences119
matches
0"Even from across the room,"
ratio0.008
51.67% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences47
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"A gust of voices followed, clumsy and loud, then a silence that felt too deliberate to belong to Soho."
1"A woman stood just inside the entrance with rain darkening the shoulders of her camel coat, one hand wrapped round the strap of a leather bag that looked expens…"
2"Her hair had gone from the wild red curl Rory remembered to a blunt, copper bob that sat sharp against her jaw."
3"Rory saw Cardiff instead of Soho, damp pavements, cheap cider in sticky cups, a stolen cigarette shared under a bus shelter while they laughed at boys who thoug…"
4"Silas emerged from the narrow corridor behind the bar with a clean cloth in one hand and that familiar measured calm in his face, the look of a man who had once…"
5"Silas, at the far end polishing a glass that did not need it, found a shelf label fascinating."
91.67% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags15
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"Nia glanced, to the shelves lined with bottles and old maps and the black-and-white photographs Silas liked to pretend were decoration"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags7
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Nia added (add)"
dialogueSentences92
tagDensity0.076
leniency0.152
rawRatio0.143
effectiveRatio0.022
84.1491%