Run: 2026-03-18-01KM09TZYHJN1X5PNH95WWXR28

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Duration:
27.8s
Cost:
$0.002227
Provider:
Mistral

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

Model response

AI
The door swung open with the tinny jangle of a broken bell, and she knew before she turned that Eva wasn’t alone. Not Eva. Not ever Eva—her oldest friend, the one who’d plucked her from Cardiff’s damp streets and dropped her into London’s thrumming pulse, the one who’d let her crumple on the bathroom floor of that shitty Clapham flat after Evan’s fists split her lip seven years ago. The one who still texted every Easter, even when Rory answered in single-word replies. But this was different. Eva’s perfume hit first—warm, sophisticated, something spicy with a hint of leather—before her shadow stretched across the worn parquet of The Raven’s Nest. Rory’s fingers tightened around the pint of amber ale, condensation sliding between her knuckles like a warning. She didn’t turn. Not yet. She’d learned, over years of running and hiding and pretending the past was just a ghost that tapped her shoulder now and then, that hesitation was a currency. She could afford a second to catalogue the differences. Eva’s laugh was louder now. Richer. Loaded with the kind of confidence Rory used to mimic in the mirror at twelve, the kind that came from being born with money and a name that opened doors instead of slamming them shut. Eva had never had to fight for a seat at the table. She’d simply pulled one up, crossed her legs, and waited for the world to notice. Rory exhaled through her nose, slow, steady. The pint glass trembled when she set it down. The damn thing was half-full. Typical Eva, arriving fashionably late to her own resurrection. Footsteps. The faintest limp in Eva’s gait—no, not a limp. A *purpose*. Like she owned the space between her and the bar, the same way she’d always owned conversations, decisions, the shape of Rory’s life whether Rory liked it or not. Then the voice, lower than Rory remembered, calibrated for boardrooms or lover’s whispers. “Rory Carter. Jesus. You look exactly the same.” Same couldn’t be further from the truth, but words were Eva’s first weapon and Rory refused to take the bait without inspecting the blade. So she turned. Eva stood there, framed by the green neon glow of the Raven’s sign, her dark hair now shorter and styled in a sleek, angled bob that caught the light like a blade. Not a loose wave anymore. Not the careless ponytail of their university days or the frizzy mess after rain in Cardiff. This was deliberate. Polished. Expensive. Her face was different too. Softer in some places, sharper in others. The girl Rory had shared train tickets and cheap wine with had high cheekbones and freckles. This woman had sculpted cheekbones and eyeliner so precise it looked like it had been drawn with a ruler. Even her lips—full, always full, but now lined with the faintest scarlet tint, deliberate as a warning. And her eyes. Still bright. Still green. But colder. Or maybe Rory’s memory had always been kind. Eva tilted her head, studied Rory the way she used to study frustrated clients at the temp agency they both quit after two weeks. “Working the night shift again?” Rory wiped her palms on her jeans, not out of nerves, but habit—old scars itching to surface. “Not a night shift. Just closing time.” She didn’t tell Eva the truth: that she still delivered for Golden Empress most nights, that the tips paid the rent on the flat above this bar, that Eva’s company had once been a lifeline and now felt like an echo. Eva slid onto the stool beside her without waiting for an invite. A delicate silver clink. A crystal tumbler already poured. Whisky. Rory recognised the amber in the glass—Macallan. Not the tourist trash behind the bar. “Still drink 7Up and lime when you’re nervous?” Eva asked. Rory felt the old nickname like a paper cut. *Limey*. The one Eva teased her with after their first vodka binge in Freshers’ Week. The same night Rory learned Eva’s family had a second home in Ibiza. “Changed a few things,” Rory said, nodding at the whisky. Eva swirled the glass, ice cubes clicking like metronomes. “I didn’t mean to bring up old habits. It’s just—” She stopped, exhaled through her nose, a gesture Rory knew well. Eva tapping into her emotional cartridge, deciding which file to open. “It’s been too long.” “Five years,” Rory said. “Five years, three months, eleven days. Not that I’ve been counting.” The lie slipped out smooth as oil. Eva’s smile didn’t waver, but something flickered behind her eyes. Recognition. Or pity. Maybe both. “You always were a terrible liar. Even when it was just the two of us.” Rory didn’t respond. The old mirrors behind the bar still held fragments of their past—Eva’s laugh in crooked letters, Rory’s scrawl on napkins half-soaked in cheap lager. Ghosts preserved in glass. “You know,” Eva said, voice dropping, conspiratorial, “I half expected to find you still living in that shoebox in Peckham. Or worse—back in Wales.” Rory’s jaw tightened. Eva didn’t say *with him*, but the words hung in the space between them, heavy as a noose. “Not everyone gets to walk away clean,” Rory said. Eva’s fingers traced the rim of her glass. “Clean. Right.” She laughed once, sharp. “I thought you’d be running something. Last I heard, you were some kind of… I don’t know, logistics prodigy. Delivering sushi to oligarchs or something.” “Delivery driver,” Rory corrected. “Ah.” Eva’s hum held understanding. Or mockery. It was impossible to tell. “Still saving the world one takeaway at a time.” Rory wanted to snap: *At least I’m not selling souls in a boardroom.* But the words wouldn’t form. They’d been buried under layers of shame and survival. Instead, she caught Silas’s eye across the bar. The old man—still solid as an oak, grey-streaked auburn beard neatly trimmed, his hazel eyes sharp as broken glass—gave her a barely perceptible nod. Not a rescue. Just permission. Stay or go. Rory stayed. “What brings you here, Eva?” Rory finally asked. Eva took a slow sip, let the silence stretch like a cat in sun. Then, quieter: “Needed a drink. And apparently, so did you.” “Thought you were in Geneva.” “I was. Brussels. Milan. Places with better suitcase space and worse coffee.” Eva leaned in, close enough that Rory caught the scent of that expensive perfume again—something Eurasian by Guerlain, Rory knew from a client’s review years back. “But London’s calling. Always has been.” “You never answered my emails,” Rory said. “Did you read mine?” She didn’t. She’d deleted the first three. The rest she’d saved in a folder called *Unsent*, where guilt lived in digital form. Now Eva’s hand moved across the bar, not quite touching Rory’s but close enough to cast a shadow. “I’m here because I need to tell you something.” Rory’s pulse slowed. Something. Not *I’m sorry*. Not *I missed you*. Just *something*. That was Eva all over—vague, strategic, comfortable with the discomfort of others. “Okay,” Rory said. Eva licked her lips. Then, lower: “Your father’s dead.” The words didn’t land like a blow. They settled like ash. Heavy. Choking. Rory’s breath stopped mid-inhale. She stared at the amber liquid in her pint glass—flat now, lifeless. The echo of the word *dead* bounced between her ears, ricocheting off old memories. Brendan Carter. Her father. The man who’d taught her to tie her shoes and then forgotten to show up to the play where she recited Keats in Year Seven. The man who’d taken her to rugby matches but never remembered which team she supported. The man who’d drunk too much whiskey and called her *Rory girl* with a laugh that always sounded like an apology. Dead. Silas limped over, silent as a shadow, his signet ring glinting under the bar’s dim light. He placed a fresh napkin under Rory’s glass. Eva watched him, then back at Rory. “I should’ve told you sooner. But grief’s a complicated thing, even when it’s someone else’s.” Grief. Not *loss*. Not *I’m sorry*. *Grief* like it was an academic subject Eva had studied and now tutored Rory in. Rory’s voice came out rough, unused. “Funeral?” “Three days ago. Closed casket. Him and his whisky, finally agreeing on something.” Eva’s laugh was too brittle. Too loud. Rory closed her eyes. Saw her father’s hands—large, veined, always trembling slightly. Saw him pouring whiskey into a chipped mug at midnight, saying, “You’re my best girl, Rory.” Saw the photo on the mantel at home, Brendan’s arm draped over her shoulder, her own smile wide and dimpled, Eva standing just out of frame, already a ghost. “Why didn’t you call me?” Rory whispered. “Because you hung up the last three times we spoke,” Eva said, voice softening just enough to slide a knife between ribs. “I tried. Remember? After the Cardiff trip? After you stormed off? After”—she gestured vaguely—“the incident with Evan?” Rory’s scar on her wrist throbbed. A phantom ache. Evan’s ring catching her skin during a scuffle. The promise of love curdling into possession. She’d called Eva from a payphone outside a hospital, bleeding and shaking. Eva had driven through the night to collect her. They’d sat on the roof of Eva’s student flat, sharing a bottle of cheap vodka, and Eva had said, “You don’t have to go back.” And Rory had stayed. For six months. Until the flat no longer felt like shelter and Eva’s kindness started to feel like chains. “You could’ve knocked on my door,” Rory said. “Would you have opened it?” Eva countered. The truth coiled in Rory’s throat, bitter as bile. No. She wouldn’t have. Not then. Not now. Doors were dangerous things. Silas cleared his throat, a signal passed down through generations of bartenders who knew when a conversation was about to shatter a soul. Eva checked her watch—a designer piece with a face that glowed like a spaceship control panel. “I have a meeting in the morning. A memorial. Old colleagues. Dad’s firm will be there, naturally.” Naturally. Like death was a scheduled appointment. Rory swallowed. “You want me to come?” Eva met her eyes. Not a question. Not an order. Just two old ghosts deciding who would haunt the other first. “It’s not about want,” Eva said. “It’s about closure. And truth. The kind neither of us has ever been very good at.” Rory reached for her pint, but her hand shook. The glass wobbled dangerously close to the edge. Eva caught it just before it fell. Their fingers brushed. Cold. Warm. Impossible to tell whose was whose. For a heartbeat, time folded back. They were seventeen again, sneaking cider into Rory’s back garden, laughing about boys and teachers and the future they’d steal like a car. Then Eva’s hand withdrew. Professional. Distant. “Road’s long between us, Rory,” she said. “But I’ll walk it with you. If you’ll let me.” Rory stared at the empty space where Eva’s hand had been. Death had a way of rearranging priorities. Of exposing cracks in the past. Of forcing choices. She looked up. Eva was already standing, smoothing her tailored coat, adjusting her bag. Silas was wiping a glass with deliberate slowness. Waiting. The neon sign above the door flickered. Green. Green like poison. Like chlorophyll. Like money. Rory took a breath. Then another. “I’ll come,” she said. “But no promises I’ll stay after.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags24
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"She laughed once [once]"
dialogueSentences45
tagDensity0.533
leniency1
rawRatio0.042
effectiveRatio0.042
94.76% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1907
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"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)
60.67% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1907
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"pulse"
count2
1
word"trembled"
count1
2
word"footsteps"
count1
3
word"calibrated"
count1
4
word"echo"
count2
5
word"crystal"
count1
6
word"flickered"
count2
7
word"traced"
count1
8
word"silence"
count1
9
word"comfortable"
count1
10
word"glinting"
count1
11
word"throbbed"
count1
highlights
0"pulse"
1"trembled"
2"footsteps"
3"calibrated"
4"echo"
5"crystal"
6"flickered"
7"traced"
8"silence"
9"comfortable"
10"glinting"
11"throbbed"
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
narrationSentences190
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences190
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"started 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
maxSentenceWordsSeen48
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans13
markdownWords27
totalWords1891
ratio0.014
matches
0"purpose"
1"Limey"
2"with him"
3"At least I’m not selling souls in a boardroom."
4"Unsent"
5"I’m sorry"
6"I missed you"
7"something"
8"dead"
9"Rory girl"
10"loss"
11"I’m sorry"
12"Grief"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions29
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
0.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions130
wordCount1544
uniqueNames23
maxNameDensity3.17
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity6
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Eva48
Cardiff2
London1
Clapham1
Evan2
Easter1
Rory49
Raven2
Nest1
Golden1
Empress1
Macallan1
Ibiza1
Silas4
Eurasian1
Guerlain1
Carter1
Keats1
Year1
Seven1
Saw3
Brendan2
Like4
persons
0"Eva"
1"Evan"
2"Rory"
3"Raven"
4"Silas"
5"Carter"
6"Keats"
7"Brendan"
places
0"Cardiff"
1"London"
2"Ibiza"
3"Year"
globalScore0
windowScore0
9.55% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences89
glossingSentenceCount5
matches
0"looked like it had been drawn with a rule"
1"felt like an echo"
2"not quite touching Rory’s but close enough to cast a shadow"
3"sounded like an apology"
4"felt like shelter and Eva’s kindness st"
94.24% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords1.058
wordCount1891
matches
0"not out of nerves, but habit"
1"not quite touching Rory’s but close enough to cast a shadow"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences208
matches
0"turned that Eva"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs78
mean24.24
std19.28
cv0.795
sampleLengths
083
14
282
368
430
541
613
78
827
958
1064
1117
1229
1365
1436
1510
1637
1710
1845
1922
2030
2131
2224
2321
249
2539
264
2721
2827
2942
308
3124
325
3344
347
354
3622
3727
3825
393
409
4113
4230
434
4461
451
4624
4722
4821
497
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences190
matches
0"been drawn"
1"been buried"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs274
matches
0"was already standing"
1"was wiping"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount15
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences13
totalSentences208
ratio0.063
matches
0"Not ever Eva—her oldest friend, the one who’d plucked her from Cardiff’s damp streets and dropped her into London’s thrumming pulse, the one who’d let her crumple on the bathroom floor of that shitty Clapham flat after Evan’s fists split her lip seven years ago."
1"Eva’s perfume hit first—warm, sophisticated, something spicy with a hint of leather—before her shadow stretched across the worn parquet of The Raven’s Nest."
2"The faintest limp in Eva’s gait—no, not a limp."
3"Even her lips—full, always full, but now lined with the faintest scarlet tint, deliberate as a warning."
4"Rory wiped her palms on her jeans, not out of nerves, but habit—old scars itching to surface."
5"Rory recognised the amber in the glass—Macallan."
6"The old mirrors behind the bar still held fragments of their past—Eva’s laugh in crooked letters, Rory’s scrawl on napkins half-soaked in cheap lager."
7"The old man—still solid as an oak, grey-streaked auburn beard neatly trimmed, his hazel eyes sharp as broken glass—gave her a barely perceptible nod."
8"“I was. Brussels. Milan. Places with better suitcase space and worse coffee.” Eva leaned in, close enough that Rory caught the scent of that expensive perfume again—something Eurasian by Guerlain, Rory knew from a client’s review years back."
9"That was Eva all over—vague, strategic, comfortable with the discomfort of others."
10"She stared at the amber liquid in her pint glass—flat now, lifeless."
11"Saw her father’s hands—large, veined, always trembling slightly."
12"Eva checked her watch—a designer piece with a face that glowed like a spaceship control panel."
97.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount875
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount38
adverbRatio0.04342857142857143
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.004571428571428572
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
mean9.09
std8.69
cv0.956
sampleLengths
022
12
245
314
44
523
617
73
82
928
109
115
121
1335
1412
1515
167
179
185
199
201
219
222
2329
2413
258
2624
273
2832
295
3016
313
321
331
345
357
3616
3719
3817
393
402
412
422
438
4424
455
4617
4748
4812
494
54.49% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats20
diversityRatio0.38461538461538464
totalSentences208
uniqueOpeners80
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount5
totalSentences133
matches
0"Then the voice, lower than"
1"Even her lips—full, always full,"
2"Instead, she caught Silas’s eye"
3"Just two old ghosts deciding"
4"Then Eva’s hand withdrew."
ratio0.038
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount20
totalSentences133
matches
0"She didn’t turn."
1"She’d learned, over years of"
2"She could afford a second"
3"She’d simply pulled one up,"
4"Her face was different too."
5"She didn’t tell Eva the"
6"She stopped, exhaled through her"
7"She laughed once, sharp"
8"It was impossible to tell."
9"They’d been buried under layers"
10"She’d deleted the first three."
11"They settled like ash."
12"She stared at the amber"
13"He placed a fresh napkin"
14"She’d called Eva from a"
15"They’d sat on the roof"
16"She wouldn’t have."
17"Their fingers brushed."
18"They were seventeen again, sneaking"
19"She looked up."
ratio0.15
95.34% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount97
totalSentences133
matches
0"The door swung open with"
1"The one who still texted"
2"Eva’s perfume hit first—warm, sophisticated,"
3"Rory’s fingers tightened around the"
4"She didn’t turn."
5"She’d learned, over years of"
6"She could afford a second"
7"Eva’s laugh was louder now."
8"Eva had never had to"
9"She’d simply pulled one up,"
10"Rory exhaled through her nose,"
11"The pint glass trembled when"
12"The damn thing was half-full."
13"The faintest limp in Eva’s"
14"Eva stood there, framed by"
15"This was deliberate."
16"Her face was different too."
17"The girl Rory had shared"
18"This woman had sculpted cheekbones"
19"Eva tilted her head, studied"
ratio0.729
37.59% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences133
matches
0"Now Eva’s hand moved across"
ratio0.008
97.26% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences47
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"She’d learned, over years of running and hiding and pretending the past was just a ghost that tapped her shoulder now and then, that hesitation was a currency."
1"Eva stood there, framed by the green neon glow of the Raven’s sign, her dark hair now shorter and styled in a sleek, angled bob that caught the light like a bla…"
2"Eva checked her watch—a designer piece with a face that glowed like a spaceship control panel."
62.50% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags24
uselessAdditionCount3
matches
0"Eva said, voice dropping, conspiratorial,"
1"She laughed once, sharp"
2"Eva said, voice softening just enough to slide a knife between ribs"
38.89% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags17
fancyCount5
fancyTags
0"She didn’t (do)"
1"Eva teased (tease)"
2"She laughed once (laugh)"
3"Rory corrected (correct)"
4"Rory whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences45
tagDensity0.378
leniency0.756
rawRatio0.294
effectiveRatio0.222
81.4096%