Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0A9GMHJ5YCXD35CNMYKDDM

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31.2s
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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 bell above the door jingled like a rusty alarm, and Rory Carter froze mid-step. Too loud. Too cheerful for a place that smelled like spilled whisky and old secrets. Her delivery bag slipped from her shoulder, the insulated compartments clinking softly against the cracked tiles of The Raven's Nest's entrance. A dozen pairs of eyes turned toward her—regulars who recognised the uniform before the face. The green neon sign above the bar buzzed intermittently, casting eerie shadows across the brass rail where two men in trench coats nursed identical amber drinks. Rory exhaled through her nose and forced her boots to move forward before the attention could settle any deeper. Silas Blackwood didn’t look up from the glass he was polishing, but the rag in his hand stilled. The silver signet ring on his right hand caught the light, spinning a tiny reflection across the countertop—just like it used to when she was small and he was teaching her card tricks in their living room in Cardiff. Rory’s thumb found the old scar on her left wrist automatically, tracing the crescent moon shape beneath the sleeve of her delivery jacket. She stepped toward the bar, noting how Silas’s shoulders had settled into the shape of a man who expected little but needed less. “Evening,” she said, voice level. Silas set the glass down with deliberate slowness and turned. Hazel eyes—the same ones that had once watched her sprint barefoot down Coldstream Lane after fishing her out of the River Taff—locked onto hers. The limp in his left leg was subtler now, or maybe she just noticed it less through childhood. “Evening, Laila.” The name hit like a shove. That was the old name. The one from another life. From the time before Evan’s fists turned deliberate and Cardiff stopped feeling like home. Rory felt the scar pulse beneath her fingertip. “You remember.” “Some things stick.” His gaze traced the delivery uniform, the dark crescent under her left eye from where her latest delivery had nearly ended badly, the way her black hair now hung straight instead of the wild curls she fought into submission at eleven. “Cardiff’s loss.” Rory laughed once, sharp and humourless. “London’s a different kind of bitch.” Silas gestured to the stool beside him, but the invitation hung between them like a fragile promise. She stayed standing, fingers flexing against the bar’s worn oak. “Last time I saw you, you were twelve, stealing my cigarettes to impress some girl at Whitchurch High.” “Caught that fast, did you?” “Watched you take them slow enough to get caught on purpose.” A ghost of a smile touched his mouth. “We all have to grow up somehow.” Rory’s mirror flickered in her peripheral vision—red-rimmed, tired. She looked away. “Yeah. Well. Some grow up uglier than others.” Silas’s polished the same spot on the counter again, slower than necessary. “Eva told me about the restraining order.” The words settled into Rory’s ribs like a knife turned the wrong way. She looked down at the polished mahogany, at the layered rings of spilled liquor over decades. “Eva needs to work on her discretion.” “Eva also said you changed your name. Rory now, not Laila.” Silas’s fingers tapped twice against the bar—twice, pause, twice again. A code from Prague, a signal from a younger man who thought he’d always be the smartest one in the room. “Funny how names stick to skin like brand marks.” Rory’s palm itched. She curled her fingers into a fist. “Names are what people call you after they’ve decided who you are.” Silas finally looked up, directly at her. “And who have you decided Rory is, little ghost?” The question dangled. Too heavy. Too honest. She swallowed. “Someone who delivers spring rolls to suits who tip in shares instead of coins.” Rory leaned against the bar, the wood cold beneath her elbows. “Same as before, just less hope.” A silence stretched. The man in the corner decided his drink was suddenly fascinating. The neon sign buzzed louder, erratic. Silas exhaled through his nose, slow and controlled—practiced over a decade of watching. “That was uncalled for.” “So’s telling someone about their past like it’s gossip.” He set the rag down and pushed an empty glass toward her. “Sit. One drink. No agendas. Just… catch-up.” Rory stared at the glass. It was heavy crystal, etched with some crest she didn’t recognise. Family crest, probably. From some long-dead spy lineage. “Catch-up implies I missed something worth keeping.” “You missed everything.” His voice dropped, rougher now. “When Brendan died. When your mother changed her name. When you stopped calling.” The scar under Rory’s sleeve burned. Brendan—her father—had been the reason she’d first trusted Silas enough to let him teach her things. Chess. Lockpicking. How to disappear in a crowd. Now the name tasted like ash. “I wasn’t in a position to call.” Silas’s signet ring caught the light again as he gripped the glass. “Funny. You were always in a position to call me. I’m the one who taught you how to reach me—no matter what.” Rory’s breath hitched. The old circuitry in her chest lit up—muscle memory of a child who believed in safe hands. She reached out and let her fingers graze the glass. “I changed my number six times.” “And I found you each time.” His knuckles whitened around the crystal. “Because I *listen* more than I speak.” The words hung. Unspoken behind them: Because I *care*. Rory pulled her hand back. “And what happens when the listening stops?” Silas didn’t flinch. “Then I’ll tell you to your face. No middlemen. No messages through Eva.” Rory allowed herself a small, bitter laugh. “Eva. Of course.” “She’s been worried.” “I’m touched.” Rory snatched the glass and took a sip. Bourbon, neat. Burned all the way down. “Eva always did have a soft spot for strays.” Silas’s gaze darkened. “Careful, Rory. Your claws are showing.” She set the glass down harder than intended. Liquid sloshed over the rim. “Maybe that’s all I’ve got left.” Silas exhaled through his nose again, slower this time. Thoughtful. “You’re still using the code.” Rory stilled. “What code?” “When you’re scared.” He tapped the rim of his own glass twice—pause—once. Pause. Twice. Pause. Twice. The old panic sequence from Cardiff. The one Brendan had made him teach her after the first time she’d come home with a split lip. “Like you always did when you were hiding something.” Rory’s throat closed. She looked down. Studied the grain in the oak like it held answers. “Evan used to say I was dramatic.” Silas’s voice dropped. “Evan is dead.” The glass she was holding shattered in her grip. Bourbon and crystal exploded across the bar top. The shards bit into her palm—warm, wet. Rory didn’t flinch. She set the broken stem down with careful precision. The room held its breath. Silas reached under the counter and pulled out a first aid kit. He didn’t ask if she was okay. He knew. He’d always known. Rory pressed her wounded hand to her chest, as if the bleeding could be contained there. “How did you—” “The obituaries in Toronto.” Silas peeled a bandage from the kit with practiced fingers. “Finnish papers are thorough when it comes to violent deaths.” Rory’s vision blurred at the edges. “You read the fucking *papers*?” Silas wrapped her hand efficiently, the bandage too tight, just like the old days when she’d skinned her knees on the railway tracks behind her Nan’s house. “Someone had to.” Rory’s chin trembled. She bit it back. “I didn’t know.” “I know you didn’t.” Silas secured the bandage and let his rough fingers rest on her wrist, just above the scar. “That was the point. Disappearance. No body. No evidence. No connection back to *you*.” Rory felt the world tilt. Everything he wasn’t saying pressed against her ribs. That he’d tracked Evan across continents. That he’d waited. That he knew exactly when to let the silence do the talking. “You killed him.” Her voice was barely a whisper. Silas’s thumb brushed her pulse. “I made sure someone did.” Rory’s breath fractured. The years compressed. Cardiff’s rain. Brendan’s voice over the phone. The first time she ran to Silas’s flat with bloody knuckles. The year she changed her name just so the past couldn’t find her. She crumpled. Silas caught her before she hit the floor, pulling her close—just like she’d been that twelve-year-old girl who’d arrived unannounced on his doorstep in Cardiff with a black eye and a story about her father’s world that hadn’t been fully kind. Rory’s tears dampened the fabric of his shirt. She hated crying. Evan had taught her that—how tears were ammunition. But Silas didn’t use them against her. He just held on, and let her sink into the quiet that had always been their sanctuary. The neon sign buzzed its dying rhythm overhead. Somewhere outside, London pulsed on, indifferent as ever. But in here, in the dim glow of The Raven’s Nest, time bent—not forward, not back—but sideways, where broken things could be held without shattering completely. Silas’s signet ring dug into Rory’s shoulder blade. She didn’t pull away.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags11
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"Silas’s fingers tapped twice [twice]"
1"His knuckles whitened around [around]"
dialogueSentences54
tagDensity0.204
leniency0.407
rawRatio0.182
effectiveRatio0.074
90.28% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1544
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"softly"
count1
1
adverb"suddenly"
count1
2
adverb"completely"
count1
highlights
0"softly"
1"suddenly"
2"completely"
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)
38.47% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1544
totalAiIsms19
found
0
word"tracing"
count1
1
word"pulse"
count2
2
word"traced"
count1
3
word"flickered"
count1
4
word"silence"
count2
5
word"fascinating"
count1
6
word"crystal"
count3
7
word"etched"
count1
8
word"unspoken"
count1
9
word"shattered"
count1
10
word"trembled"
count1
11
word"whisper"
count1
12
word"fractured"
count1
13
word"sanctuary"
count1
14
word"pulsed"
count1
highlights
0"tracing"
1"pulse"
2"traced"
3"flickered"
4"silence"
5"fascinating"
6"crystal"
7"etched"
8"unspoken"
9"shattered"
10"trembled"
11"whisper"
12"fractured"
13"sanctuary"
14"pulsed"
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
narrationSentences128
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences128
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences170
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen44
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans4
markdownWords4
totalWords1525
ratio0.003
matches
0"listen"
1"care"
2"papers"
3"you"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
42.43% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions76
wordCount1162
uniqueNames18
maxNameDensity2.15
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Rory25
Carter1
Raven2
Nest2
Blackwood1
Cardiff5
Silas23
Coldstream1
Lane1
River1
Taff1
Evan3
Prague1
Bourbon2
Pause2
Brendan3
Nan1
London1
persons
0"Rory"
1"Carter"
2"Raven"
3"Nest"
4"Blackwood"
5"Silas"
6"Evan"
7"Brendan"
8"Nan"
places
0"Cardiff"
1"Coldstream"
2"Lane"
3"River"
4"Taff"
5"Prague"
6"London"
globalScore0.424
windowScore0.5
85.90% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences78
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"smelled like spilled whisky and old secret"
1"tasted like ash"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1525
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences170
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs60
mean25.42
std15.94
cv0.627
sampleLengths
051
160
257
346
45
554
640
746
812
945
105
1126
1219
1319
1436
1551
1622
1716
1840
1933
204
219
2219
2331
2421
2543
2634
2736
2819
299
3012
3116
3210
333
3426
359
3619
3715
384
3950
4023
416
4236
435
4424
4519
4624
4711
4830
4910
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences128
matches(empty)
35.80% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount5
totalVerbs203
matches
0"was polishing"
1"was teaching"
2"was suddenly fascinating"
3"was holding"
4"wasn’t saying"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount18
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences13
totalSentences170
ratio0.076
matches
0"A dozen pairs of eyes turned toward her—regulars who recognised the uniform before the face."
1"The silver signet ring on his right hand caught the light, spinning a tiny reflection across the countertop—just like it used to when she was small and he was teaching her card tricks in their living room in Cardiff."
2"Hazel eyes—the same ones that had once watched her sprint barefoot down Coldstream Lane after fishing her out of the River Taff—locked onto hers."
3"Rory’s mirror flickered in her peripheral vision—red-rimmed, tired."
4"“Eva also said you changed your name. Rory now, not Laila.” Silas’s fingers tapped twice against the bar—twice, pause, twice again."
5"Silas exhaled through his nose, slow and controlled—practiced over a decade of watching."
6"Brendan—her father—had been the reason she’d first trusted Silas enough to let him teach her things."
7"The old circuitry in her chest lit up—muscle memory of a child who believed in safe hands."
8"“When you’re scared.” He tapped the rim of his own glass twice—pause—once."
9"The shards bit into her palm—warm, wet."
10"Silas caught her before she hit the floor, pulling her close—just like she’d been that twelve-year-old girl who’d arrived unannounced on his doorstep in Cardiff with a black eye and a story about her father’s world that hadn’t been fully kind."
11"Evan had taught her that—how tears were ammunition."
12"But in here, in the dim glow of The Raven’s Nest, time bent—not forward, not back—but sideways, where broken things could be held without shattering completely."
95.09% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1184
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount54
adverbRatio0.04560810810810811
lyAdverbCount15
lyAdverbRatio0.01266891891891892
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences170
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences170
mean8.97
std7.44
cv0.829
sampleLengths
015
12
213
321
415
526
619
718
839
923
1023
115
1210
1324
1418
152
166
175
185
1914
208
212
2244
232
246
256
2617
2710
2818
295
3019
317
328
333
348
3512
367
3713
3816
397
4021
4121
429
433
447
4512
467
479
483
492
50.39% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.3411764705882353
totalSentences170
uniqueOpeners58
59.52% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences112
matches
0"Too cheerful for a place"
1"Somewhere outside, London pulsed on,"
ratio0.018
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount24
totalSentences112
matches
0"Her delivery bag slipped from"
1"She stepped toward the bar,"
2"she said, voice level"
3"His gaze traced the delivery"
4"She stayed standing, fingers flexing"
5"She looked away."
6"She looked down at the"
7"She curled her fingers into"
8"He set the rag down"
9"It was heavy crystal, etched"
10"His voice dropped, rougher now"
11"She reached out and let"
12"His knuckles whitened around the"
13"She set the glass down"
14"He tapped the rim of"
15"She looked down."
16"She set the broken stem"
17"He didn’t ask if she"
18"He’d always known."
19"She bit it back."
ratio0.214
9.11% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount101
totalSentences112
matches
0"The bell above the door"
1"Her delivery bag slipped from"
2"A dozen pairs of eyes"
3"The green neon sign above"
4"Rory exhaled through her nose"
5"Silas Blackwood didn’t look up"
6"The silver signet ring on"
7"Rory’s thumb found the old"
8"She stepped toward the bar,"
9"she said, voice level"
10"Silas set the glass down"
11"Hazel eyes—the same ones that"
12"The limp in his left"
13"The name hit like a"
14"That was the old name."
15"The one from another life."
16"Rory felt the scar pulse"
17"His gaze traced the delivery"
18"Rory laughed once, sharp and"
19"Silas gestured to the stool"
ratio0.902
44.64% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences112
matches
0"Now the name tasted like"
ratio0.009
53.57% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences40
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"A dozen pairs of eyes turned toward her—regulars who recognised the uniform before the face."
1"She stepped toward the bar, noting how Silas’s shoulders had settled into the shape of a man who expected little but needed less."
2"Hazel eyes—the same ones that had once watched her sprint barefoot down Coldstream Lane after fishing her out of the River Taff—locked onto hers."
3"Rory pressed her wounded hand to her chest, as if the bleeding could be contained there."
4"Silas caught her before she hit the floor, pulling her close—just like she’d been that twelve-year-old girl who’d arrived unannounced on his doorstep in Cardiff…"
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags11
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags1
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences54
tagDensity0.019
leniency0.037
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
80.1736%