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Run: 2026-03-18-01KM096Q93G3X1M1XBW2P4SC6N
Run Details
Model:
GPT-5.4 Nano (Reasoning)
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Literary fiction: old friends reunite
Duration:
30.0s
Cost:
$0.005714
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
90.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
62.02%
AI-ism word frequency
(details)
66.67%
Cliché density
(details)
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
(details)
100.00%
Filter word density
(details)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
(details)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
(details)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
(details)
16.67%
Name drop frequency
(details)
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
(details)
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
(details)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
(details)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
(details)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
43.75%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
33.00%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
26.83%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
74.26%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
81.13%
Technical jargon density
(details)
71.43%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
85.5251%
Overall
Model input
System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Literary Fiction genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4413" name="Silas Blackwood" aliases="Silas, Si, the Spymaster" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Mentor"> <eyeColor>hazel</eyeColor> <hair>grey-streaked auburn</hair> <height>6'1"</height> <age>58</age> <beard>neatly trimmed, matching his grey-streaked auburn hair</beard> <limp>slight limp in his left leg from an old knee injury</limp> <signetRing>silver signet ring, always worn on his right hand</signetRing> <description>Silas is a retired intelligence operative turned bar owner. He carries himself with quiet authority.</description> <backstory>Former MI6 field agent who retired after a botched operation in Prague left him with a permanent knee injury. He opened "The Raven's Nest" bar in Soho as a front for his network of contacts.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the literary fiction genre. Two old friends who haven't seen each other in years run into each other unexpectedly at a bar. One of them has changed significantly. Through their conversation and the tension between who they were and who they've become, reveal the weight of time and unspoken regret. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>
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Aurora Carter caught the man’s
hand at her wrist before it could close around the crescent scar.
He grinned anyway, as if
he owned the leverage.
As if her skin owed
him an apology.
His nails scraped the cuff
of her delivery jacket, and when she jerked away, he stumbled back into the crowd with a hiss that sounded half pain, half insult. “Watch your hands,” Aurora said. The bar noise didn’t care. Glasses clinked. A laugh cracked and died.
Someone’s music playlist thumped through
the floorboards. Yet the moment stretched, thin and tense, because the man in front of her did not look surprised to see her react. That was the real wrongness.
He straightened, rolling his shoulder
as though he’d practised this exact stumble. “You’re new around here,”
he said, leaning in close
enough that she caught the cheap mint on his breath. “But you look like a woman who understands payment.”
Aurora slid her palm along
the table edge, feeling for balance, not weapons. Her eyes went past him, to the bar itself, to the man behind it who never shouted and never smiled too wide. Silver signet ring. Grey-streaked auburn hair.
Hazel eyes that held still
even when everything else moved.
Silas Blackwood stood with his
back half-turned, as if he’d been wiping the same glass for hours. He set it down. Slowly. Like he wanted the decision to land properly. “Aurora,”
Silas said, and the name
came out with a
weight
that didn’t belong to the present.
The man in front of
her stiffened at the sound.
He tried to recover his
grin, but it couldn’t find the right muscles. “Know you?”
he asked Silas, voice pitched
for bravado. Silas didn’t look at him.
He looked at Aurora, and
the room
seemed to
narrow around that gaze. “Carter,” Silas corrected, and the correction cut cleaner than any threat. “Rory, if you prefer it.” Aurora’s throat tightened.
She kept her face neutral
by force, shoulders squared, chin level. A habit from courtrooms and bad dates and the kind of fear that didn’t ask permission. “I prefer
silence
,” she said. Silas’s hazel eyes
flicked
to her wrist, to the small scar. He didn’t touch it. He didn’t need to.
The man in front of
Aurora
tried to
laugh, but it came out thin. “This your mate?” Silas finally turned to him, and in the shift his limp stole a fraction of his swagger, replacing it with something colder. “He’s not your mate. He’s an idiot who thinks my bar belongs to him.” Aurora felt the attention of strangers settle like dust. The crowd had been drinking and forgetting. Now they watched without moving. The man lifted his hands, palms out, as if he’d
been accused
of a crime instead of trying to take something. “Look, I just wanted a quick word.” “No quick words in here,” Silas said.
His voice stayed low, yet
it pushed through every other sound. “You want to talk, you sit.” The man glanced at Aurora again, and she caught the look under his grin. Not lust. Not money-begging. Recognition. The kind that came from dossiers and old photos. Aurora kept her fingers open, relaxed, the way she’d learned to do when people thought you’d strike.
She could feel her heartbeat
thumping against her ribs like a trapped thing. Silas’s
eyes narrowed
, just a degree.
His hand slid to the
bar’s edge and hovered near a row of coasters, silver ring bright against dark wood. Aurora
knew that ring
. Not from romance or gossip. From briefing notes and warning whispers. From the past she’d worked hard not to drag into her present.
She took a step to
the side, putting herself where she could see Silas and the bookshelf behind him. The bookshelf with the wrong arrangement of spines, the one everyone joked about until they
tried to
open it and hit solid back wall. “What are you doing here?” Aurora asked. The question sounded casual. It wasn’t. Silas stared at her for a beat too long, then nodded towards the end of the bar, a place with enough space that she could bolt if she had to. “Sit.” Aurora didn’t obey immediately.
She let the man who’d
tried her wrist shuffle towards the exit instead, letting him
feel
like he’d won something by leaving.
It bought her seconds, and
seconds mattered. When the man disappeared into the smoky
churn
near the door, Silas leaned in, his voice dropping. “You work for Golden Empress.” “It’s delivery,” Aurora said. “Part-time.” “And still you carry messages in your bags,” Silas said. Aurora’s
stomach
tightened. “You don’t know what I carry.” Silas’s gaze
flicked
to her delivery jacket, to the crease where the zipper pulled tight. “I know what gets tucked into receipts. I know what falls through your fingers when you think you’re only counting change.” “You’re guessing.” Silas’s expression didn’t change much, yet the air did. Like a door had closed without anyone touching it. “I’m remembering.”
He pulled a tumbler from
beneath the bar and poured something amber. Not for her. For him.
He rolled it once between
his palms and set it down, ring
glinting
. Aurora studied him, forcing herself to look directly. Years had added their own edits. The limp looked sharper than she remembered, as if the injury had become part of his body’s grammar. The grey streaks had grown thicker. The face that had once been quick and hard now held lines that belonged to bad nights and longer decisions. She’d expected a stranger. She’d found the man she’d
tried to
forget. “Don’t,” Aurora said. Silas didn’t ask what she meant. He kept his eyes on her as if her words had built a trap and he’d walked into it anyway. “Don’t what?” “Don’t act like we’re meeting after a good break.” Aurora’s voice stayed level, her words
measured
. “Don’t act like you didn’t vanish.” Silas’s jaw worked once. He shifted on his bad knee, just enough for her to see the pain he hid with habit. “I didn’t vanish,” he said. “I cut myself loose.” Aurora
let out a breath
through her nose, dry. “From me?” Silas’s fingers tapped the bar, a small rhythm, tick-tock, not loud enough to count as a threat, too precise to be nervousness. “From what followed.” Aurora’s mind jumped, fast, to the Prague operation she’d heard about in fragments, names half-said, then swallowed. Her ex’s stories had been full of half-truths. Silas’s stories had been fewer words with more
weight
. “You retired,” Aurora said, and it was an accusation wrapped in fact. “After a botched operation.” Silas looked past her then, as if the maps on the walls could answer for him. Black-and-white photographs framed the bar, men and places Aurora didn’t recognise, yet her skin did not need recognition. Her body remembered fear without requiring explanations. “I still have scars,” he said. Aurora touched her wrist without thinking, then pulled her hand back like she’d burnt herself. The crescent mark felt
suddenly
louder than it should have. “I have one too,” she said. Silas’s eyes softened, just
slightly
. “I didn’t cause yours.” “No,” Aurora said. “But you’re involved in everything now. Even this.” She gestured around the bar, the green neon sign above the entrance, the dim lighting that made people confess without realising it. She wanted to sound disgusted. She didn’t quite manage it. Silas watched her gesture and gave a small, almost approving nod. “You still see systems.” Aurora hated that.
Hated that he
could land the exact note of who she was, even now. She forced her attention back to him. “So why now? Why are you letting that man paw at my wrist?” Silas’s mouth tightened. “He wasn’t trying for money.” “And what was he trying for?” Silas turned his signet ring a fraction on his finger. “He was trying to confirm you.” Aurora’s
pulse
kicked again. “Confirm what?” Silas leaned closer. His voice barely cleared the clink of bottles. “That you still have access to what you stole.” Aurora went still. The bar’s music blurred at the edges. Her mind reached for the word stolen, but it wouldn’t fit. She hadn’t stolen a thing. She’d taken what someone forced into her hands. “I didn’t steal anything,” Aurora said. Silas didn’t contradict her. He didn’t need to. His next words made the contradiction anyway. “You took a name and a key,” he said. “You hid it in a place no one searched because they assumed you’d never have the nerve.” Aurora swallowed. “You don’t get to talk about nerve.” Silas’s hazel eyes held hers. “Nerve kept you alive.” Silas paused, and in that pause Aurora saw
something like regret slide across his face
. Not sentimental. Not soft. Regret like a locked room, sealed too long. “What did you do with it?” Aurora asked. Silas’s hand moved, palm down on the bar. “I
tried to
bury the entire line.” Aurora’s laugh came out too sharp. “You can’t bury what crawls.” Silas’s gaze
flicked
to her jacket again. “Someone found it. Or someone found you.”
Before Aurora could respond, a
drink splashed somewhere behind her, a sharp sound like a glass meeting bone. The crowd shifted. Chairs scraped. Voices rose and then cut off, as if a hand had closed around throats. Silas stood straighter. The limp vanished into control. Aurora followed his stillness and saw the entrance. A man stepped in wearing a dark coat that looked too clean for Soho. He moved like he had already decided where to stand, where to look, how to make every eye in the room obey. Two figures followed behind him, half-hidden by shadow and the angle of the neon sign. The man’s gaze slid across the bar, and it landed on Aurora like a hook. He smiled. Not friendly. “Rory Carter,” he said, and his accent carried the edge of somewhere cold. “You kept your scar.” Aurora’s
stomach
dropped. The scar was private. The accident was childhood.
Only a handful of people
knew enough to connect the mark to her. Silas’s voice came out flat. “You’re not welcome.” The man stepped closer, unhurried. “Silas Blackwood. The old spymaster with the bar as a front. Still drinking instead of dying.” Silas’s hand went to the side of the bookshelf. Not touching it. Hovering near the place where a pressure release would open the secret room. Aurora watched him. She watched the man with the clean coat, watched the way his fingers held his coat’s edge without reaching for a weapon yet. “You’re tracking her,” Silas said. The clean-coat man shrugged. “Tracking implies effort. It was found. People talk.” Aurora’s eyes burned. “People like you.” “I prefer people with usefulness,” the man said. He tilted his head towards Aurora’s wrist. “You still wear it like a receipt.” Silas spoke again, each word placed
carefully
. “This bar is protected.” The man laughed, and the sound held no
warmth
. “By what? Your old signet and a dim room behind a bookshelf?” Silas’s ring flashed as he made a small adjustment in his stance. The limp didn’t stop him. It just told Aurora he’d learned how to move through pain without letting pain move him. “Rory,” Silas said quietly, and her name turned into a command disguised as familiarity. “Behind me.” Aurora didn’t move yet. She forced her mind to keep up, forced her body to stay ready. “If you have a plan, use it.” Silas’s eyes
flicked
once to hers. “I always use one.” Aurora saw it then, the way his hand found the bookshelf edge, the way the spines hid the seam. She also saw the clean-coat man’s attention shift, as if he’d noticed the same thing and decided he didn’t mind. The man lifted a hand and snapped his fingers. One of the shadow figures moved. Fast.
Not towards the bookshelf, but towards Aurora
. Aurora reacted before fear could catch her. She shoved the delivery chair back hard, sending it scraping into the figure’s shin. Pain flared on the figure’s face, then anger replaced it. Aurora swung her fist, not wildly, clean and short. The figure’s breath left him in a grunt. He stumbled, and she gained a half-step. Silas moved at the same time, pulling the bookshelf inward just enough to show darkness behind it, a narrow passage. “Aurora,” Silas said, louder now. “Now.” Aurora’s muscles screamed for choice. Go now. Stay and fight. Neither option felt safe. The clean-coat man leaned forward, enjoying the sound of her hesitation. “Tell me, Rory. Is the key in the restaurant bag, or did you hide it closer to your heart?” Aurora’s eyes
flicked
to Silas’s hands, to the seam, to the hidden room. She could run into darkness with him. Or she could make a mistake and die in daylight with witnesses. She chose motion, the only honest language she trusted. She stepped into Silas’s opened passage. The bookshelf slid back behind her with a soft, wrong click. For a heartbeat the sound of the bar dropped out, muffled by wood and secret space. Aurora heard only her own breathing and the tight scrape of Silas moving in the dark.
Then voices pushed through the
walls. “Check behind the shelf,” the clean-coat man barked. Footsteps closed in. Silas’s hand found Aurora’s wrist, not gentle, not rough, just firm enough to direct. His signet ring brushed over the scar. “You’re bleeding,” he said. Aurora hadn’t felt it. A thin
warmth
seeped along her skin where the man’s grip had caught her earlier. She jerked her gaze up. “I’m fine.” Silas didn’t accept the lie. “You’re not.” A hard knock hit the back of the bookshelf. Wood shivered. Dust fell in a fine line. Aurora pressed her shoulder against the wall and felt the
tension
in the panels. She tasted old dust and something metallic, like the room had carried panic before. Silas leaned close, his breath steady. “Listen
carefully
.” Aurora’s mouth went dry. More knocks. One after another, as if the room itself wanted to break. Silas whispered, “When they open it, don’t run to me.” Aurora stared at him in the dark. “Then where?” Silas’s hand tightened around her wrist, guiding her to the seam along the floor. Aurora’s fingers found a narrow gap, a latch hidden by the boards. Outside, the door handle rattled. Silas didn’t answer with words. He pulled the latch and the floor panel shifted. Air moved from the gap, cold and carrying the faint smell of oil and damp concrete, proof of an escape route. The bookshelf creaked. The clean-coat man’s voice snapped through the crack. “Now.” Silas shoved Aurora into the space beneath the room, guiding her down just enough to keep her out of immediate sight. Aurora landed on her palms on rough boards, heart thundering, breath catching. Above her, the bookshelf finally gave way with a violent scrape, and the light from the bar spilled into the secret room like a flood looking for something to drown.
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
28
adverbTagCount
1
adverbTags
0
"Silas said quietly [quietly]"
dialogueSentences
80
tagDensity
0.35
leniency
0.7
rawRatio
0.036
effectiveRatio
0.025
90.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2501
totalAiIsmAdverbs
5
found
0
adverb
"slowly"
count
1
1
adverb
"suddenly"
count
1
2
adverb
"slightly"
count
1
3
adverb
"carefully"
count
2
highlights
0
"slowly"
1
"suddenly"
2
"slightly"
3
"carefully"
100.00%
AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0
"Blackwood"
found
(empty)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
(empty)
found
(empty)
62.02%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2501
totalAiIsms
19
found
0
word
"weight"
count
2
1
word
"silence"
count
1
2
word
"flicked"
count
5
3
word
"could feel"
count
1
4
word
"churn"
count
1
5
word
"stomach"
count
2
6
word
"glinting"
count
1
7
word
"measured"
count
1
8
word
"pulse"
count
1
9
word
"warmth"
count
2
10
word
"footsteps"
count
1
11
word
"tension"
count
1
highlights
0
"weight"
1
"silence"
2
"flicked"
3
"could feel"
4
"churn"
5
"stomach"
6
"glinting"
7
"measured"
8
"pulse"
9
"warmth"
10
"footsteps"
11
"tension"
66.67%
Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches
3
maxInWindow
2
found
0
label
"let out a breath"
count
1
1
label
"eyes widened/narrowed"
count
1
2
label
"stomach dropped/sank"
count
1
highlights
0
"let out a breath"
1
"eyes narrowed"
2
"stomach dropped"
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells
0
narrationSentences
236
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
1
hedgeCount
5
narrationSentences
236
filterMatches
0
"feel"
hedgeMatches
0
"tried to"
1
"seemed to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
288
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
30
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
2501
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
33
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
16.67%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
110
wordCount
2094
uniqueNames
7
maxNameDensity
2.63
worstName
"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity
4.5
worstWindowName
"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Carter
1
Aurora
55
Blackwood
1
Silas
50
Prague
1
Soho
1
Footsteps
1
persons
0
"Carter"
1
"Aurora"
2
"Blackwood"
3
"Silas"
4
"Footsteps"
places
0
"Prague"
1
"Soho"
globalScore
0.187
windowScore
0.167
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
143
glossingSentenceCount
1
matches
0
"something like regret slide across his face"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
1
per1kWords
0.4
wordCount
2501
matches
0
"Not towards the bookshelf, but towards Aurora"
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
2
totalSentences
288
matches
0
"knew that ring"
1
"Hated that he"
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
138
mean
18.12
std
11.54
cv
0.637
sampleLengths
0
17
1
46
2
5
3
41
4
5
5
40
6
35
7
16
8
17
9
13
10
17
11
32
12
18
13
16
14
30
15
5
16
19
17
17
18
36
19
21
20
28
21
24
22
28
23
30
24
26
25
27
26
43
27
7
28
6
29
31
30
33
31
22
32
5
33
10
34
9
35
36
36
2
37
20
38
30
39
58
40
12
41
3
42
26
43
2
44
22
45
22
46
9
47
11
48
25
49
34
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
1
totalSentences
236
matches
0
"been accused"
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
410
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
288
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
2109
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
78
adverbRatio
0.03698435277382646
lyAdverbCount
16
lyAdverbRatio
0.007586533902323376
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
288
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
288
mean
8.68
std
5.98
cv
0.689
sampleLengths
0
17
1
9
2
8
3
29
4
5
5
5
6
2
7
5
8
7
9
22
10
5
11
12
12
19
13
9
14
13
15
22
16
3
17
3
18
10
19
17
20
4
21
1
22
8
23
17
24
10
25
13
26
9
27
5
28
13
29
11
30
5
31
3
32
11
33
16
34
5
35
11
36
4
37
4
38
14
39
3
40
22
41
14
42
9
43
7
44
5
45
21
46
7
47
7
48
11
49
6
43.75%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
18
diversityRatio
0.2673611111111111
totalSentences
288
uniqueOpeners
77
33.00%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
2
totalSentences
202
matches
0
"Only a handful of people"
1
"Then voices pushed through the"
ratio
0.01
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
52
totalSentences
202
matches
0
"He grinned anyway, as if"
1
"His nails scraped the cuff"
2
"He straightened, rolling his shoulder"
3
"he said, leaning in close"
4
"Her eyes went past him,"
5
"He set it down."
6
"He tried to recover his"
7
"he asked Silas, voice pitched"
8
"He looked at Aurora, and"
9
"She kept her face neutral"
10
"He didn’t touch it."
11
"He didn’t need to."
12
"His voice stayed low, yet"
13
"She could feel her heartbeat"
14
"His hand slid to the"
15
"She took a step to"
16
"She let the man who’d"
17
"It bought her seconds, and"
18
"He pulled a tumbler from"
19
"He rolled it once between"
ratio
0.257
26.83%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
175
totalSentences
202
matches
0
"Aurora Carter caught the man’s"
1
"He grinned anyway, as if"
2
"His nails scraped the cuff"
3
"The bar noise didn’t care."
4
"A laugh cracked and died."
5
"Someone’s music playlist thumped through"
6
"That was the real wrongness."
7
"He straightened, rolling his shoulder"
8
"he said, leaning in close"
9
"Aurora slid her palm along"
10
"Her eyes went past him,"
11
"Hazel eyes that held still"
12
"Silas Blackwood stood with his"
13
"He set it down."
14
"Silas said, and the name"
15
"The man in front of"
16
"He tried to recover his"
17
"he asked Silas, voice pitched"
18
"Silas didn’t look at him."
19
"He looked at Aurora, and"
ratio
0.866
74.26%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
3
totalSentences
202
matches
0
"As if her skin owed"
1
"Now they watched without moving."
2
"Before Aurora could respond, a"
ratio
0.015
81.13%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
81
technicalSentenceCount
7
matches
0
"He straightened, rolling his shoulder as though he’d practised this exact stumble."
1
"Silas Blackwood stood with his back half-turned, as if he’d been wiping the same glass for hours."
2
"She let the man who’d tried her wrist shuffle towards the exit instead, letting him feel like he’d won something by leaving."
3
"The face that had once been quick and hard now held lines that belonged to bad nights and longer decisions."
4
"He kept his eyes on her as if her words had built a trap and he’d walked into it anyway."
5
"She gestured around the bar, the green neon sign above the entrance, the dim lighting that made people confess without realising it."
6
"She also saw the clean-coat man’s attention shift, as if he’d noticed the same thing and decided he didn’t mind."
71.43%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
28
uselessAdditionCount
3
matches
0
"Silas said, and the name came out with a weight that didn’t belong to the present"
1
"he asked, voice pitched for bravado"
2
"Aurora’s voice stayed, her words measured"
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
27
fancyCount
3
fancyTags
0
"Silas corrected (correct)"
1
"the clean-coat man barked (bark)"
2
"Silas whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences
80
tagDensity
0.338
leniency
0.675
rawRatio
0.111
effectiveRatio
0.075
85.5251%