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Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8NDN4B5FMATEFQJWS51GY
Run Details
Model:
Qwen 3 32B
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Horror: alone in an eerie place at night
Duration:
37.6s
Cost:
$0.002144
Provider:
Alibaba
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
93.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
51.00%
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)
66.67%
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)
94.44%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
0.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
41.24%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
17.54%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
89.47%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
38.95%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
52.63%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
50.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
88.78%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
81.6796%
Overall
Model input
System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Horror 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> <location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)"> <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation> <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones> <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior> <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora> <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description> </location> <item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas"> <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor> <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial> <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size> <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior> <glow>faint inner glow</glow> <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description> </item> </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 horror genre. A character is alone in a strange, isolated place at night. They came here for a reason, but something feels off from the moment they arrive. The wrongness builds slowly — sounds that shouldn't be there, things that move at the edge of vision, a growing certainty that they are not alone. Build tension through restraint, not through gore. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for the character and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>
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The pendant grew hot against
her
skin as she stepped over the roots, and Aurora froze mid-stride.
Moonlight filtered through the ancient
oaks—standing stones they called them—casting jagged shadows that twitched like veins over the moss.
She’d followed Yu-Fei’s map of
Richmond Park, which had led
her
to this clearing with a red marker shaped like a
clenched fist
. The restaurant owner’s parting words, *“When it glows like fire in your throat, you run*,”
echoed
in
her
ears. But the deep crimson gemstone only
flickered
, its
warmth
seeping into
her
palm,
tracing
paths up
her
arm. She’d come to find Evan.
The ex who’d left her
with a scar and a name like a curse.
Evan was here—she’d made it
this far through the city,
her
flat above Silas’s bar empty hours ago.
Aurora dropped her phone into
the dirt. No signal, of course. Not in a place where hours melted to minutes, or days to seconds.
The rules of the Fae
Grove
were etched
into
her
bones now.
She’d read enough of Jennifer
Carter’s folklore lessons, scribbled in margins of law textbooks, to know this space wasn’t meant for humans. But Evan wasn’t human either. Not after the way he’d looked at
her
that night—pupils stretched like ink in milk, lips curling around a name she couldn’t pronounce. She turned in a circle, boots crunching on frost that shouldn’t exist in spring. The wildflowers around
her
—bluebells, foxgloves, something purple and thorny she
didn’t
recognize—
trembled
though the air was still.
Their colors pulsed brighter as
the pendant flared, a heartbeat against
her
collarbone. A trick of the light, she told herself, wiping
her
brow.
The city’s air had been
dry, but here, mist curled off the ground, damp and sour. “Hello?”
Her voice frayed
. Not the best move.
Jennifer’s notes had warned: *Fae
tongues are silver, but their ears are sharp as broken glass.* The trees swallowed the word before it could repeat themselves. Aurora’s breath came quicker.
She’d learned fast that silence
meant survival. A branch snapped behind
her
. Not a branch—a *
limb
*, if the way it bent at multiple angles counted. She spun. Nothing. The clearing was
perfect
in its isolation, no signs of urban London beyond the twisted oak boundary. Yet the air smelled of tar, like the road she’d just left. Evan had been there, in the flat just before dawn, his fingers tight in
her
hair. *“You’ll find me,”* he’d said. *“They want you to.”* The pendant’s glow sharpened. Aurora stumbled
toward
it,
her
black coat catching on thorns that weren’t there the first time she passed. The map had marked a circle of stones, but these had shifted closer, their carvings—runes, maybe, or something older—dripping with condensation.
She reached out, fingertips brushing
one, and the grove *
exhaled
*. A sigh that curled into a laugh. Her
stomach
dropped.
She backed away, but the
ground was sticky beneath
her
boots. The moss had turned a violent green, the kind of hue that
made
her
think
of spoiled fruit. Far too fast, the oak on
her
left seemed wider, its trunk swelling to block a path she’d just taken.
She spun right, left, up—the
canopy above had closed, moonlight replaced by the glow of flowers that now smelled of burnt hair. “Right,” she muttered. Jennifer’s voice surfaced: *If you chase Fae, you never catch them.
If you chase time, you
chase your own end.* Aurora dropped to
her
knees and yanked the pendant off. The chain coiled like a serpent, silver links catching
her
breath in
her
throat. The gem’s light pooled around
her
. There. In the periphery of
her
vision, a shadow that
didn’t
belong to the trees. A ripple in the moss, smooth as a footprint. She turned
sharply
. A man leaned against a stone, backlit by the flowers. Not a man—*
not
* a man. His silhouette was too still, his shoulders too wide, his head tilted like a puppet waiting for strings. “Looking for something, mortal?” The voice was a knife sliding into
her
temples. A mix of a pub accent and something *
thicker
*, like wet fur. He stepped into the light, and Aurora’s
pulse
went wild.
His eyes were white as
bleached bone, his mouth split in a smile that
didn’t
touch his jawline.
Her father’s voice came to
her
in a flash, courtroom sharp: *A contract is only binding if both parties agree.* Evan hadn’t used the word *
please
* even once in their final week. “You’re
not
the one I came for,” she said.
Her own voice came out
flat, the lie smooth as the stranger’s skin. Behind him, the moss rippled again. Evan’s scar—
her
scar—
was etched
into the earth. A crescent. A warning. The stranger’s laugh was a rustle of leaves and broken glass. “No. But he’s *
near
*.” He held out a hand, the rings on his fingers moving like liquid. “Come with me. I’ve something to show.” Aurora stood
slowly
, boots refusing to pull free of the moss. “I don’t like being shown things.” “Ah,” he said. “Neither does he.” The ground shifted under
her
. The standing stone beside
her
split, a seam of black water oozing out. She took a step
back
. “Run, then,” the stranger said. “Tell the Hel what the Dvergr promised.”
His smile faded
. “Tell them I said *
thank you
*.” Her breath hitched. The pendant was now a coal in
her
palm, its
warmth
suffocating. *
Dymas
* was the origin of the pendant—
not
a word
her
ex had ever said, but maybe this thing’s tongue had
been watered
with it. Aurora’s mind
raced
. Silas’s bar had old books in the cellar. *
Old
* enough for a name like Dvergr, or maybe
not
. She’d stopped paying rent two months ago. “Where is he?” Aurora asked. The ground was no longer green. It had turned the same grey as the stranger’s fingernails. He
didn’t
answer. His body
began to
fade, the stones behind him dissolving into smoke. “The Grove doesn’t give free passes,” he hissed. “You knew that.” The black water lashed
her
ankles, freezing. Aurora yanked
her
boots free, mud spraying. “I don’t bargain with ghouls!”
she snapped, though the word felt like it left without her
. “Ghouls?” His eyes
were gone
now, replaced by twin pinpricks of blue flame. “I’m a *
courtesy
*.” She sprinted. The trees parted into a single path, the flowers now screaming with each step. Behind
her
, the stones sank into the earth with a groan. The air thickened, and she realized with a
lurch
that the path looped. The same twisted foxglove she’d brushed moments ago was now blooming in
her
direct line of sight. A new scent—oil and copper. Blood. Her own. Her wrist
throbbed
. The scar, the same shade as the pendant’s glow,
was bleeding
. Aurora slammed a hand into
her
coat pocket for the knife she always carried. Empty. Must’ve dropped it when the moss gripped
her
. She reached for the pendant instead.
If Evan was in the
Fae realm, it would’ve led
her
to a door. Any door. The blue flame reappeared. The stranger now sat on a root, legs crossed. “Rushed?” he asked. His skin
was mottled
, as if
her
absence had left him melting. “You’ve no idea how many years that took.” “I’m
not
here for you,” she said. He clapped. A wet,
echoing
sound. “Brave, brave Rory.” The moss shifted again, forming a new boundary. A wall. “And stubborn.” Her chest tightened. The pendant grew so hot it seared, and she yanked
her
hand away. On the moss where she’d placed it, black letters bloomed. Ancient Greek, reversed. *
He’s been here
*, she realized. Evan had drawn this nonsense before, scrawled it on
her
mirrors in wet paint. “Stop.” The word cracked. “I’m
not
playing your games.” The stranger tilted his head. “Didn’t say it was a game.” The wind changed. Aurora froze. It carried the sound of
her
flat’s door creaking open. Silas’s bar below, the clink of bottles. *Impossible.* The Grove’s time was a trap. She’d been in here less than five minutes, boots still muddy. But the scent sharpened. A new stain on
her
jeans—lavender and iron. The same combination as that night with Evan. Her fingers found the pendant’s chain and tugged. A portal. The thing here needed a price, but she’d pay it with nothing but lies. The red gem dimmed, and she swore the stranger’s laugh was the sound of a drawer rattling shut. “You don’t get to leave.” The words weren’t his voice. *Her own.* The pendant snapped
toward
the stranger’s face, chain flailing. “Not unless he does.” Something hissed. The stranger’s fingers lengthened into spindles, curling around
her
throat. “You
think
to barter?” His touch was ice. “Humans *
assume
* they can.” Aurora clawed his hand away. The air
shimmered
as the stones behind him reformed into a door. Or a face. Or both. His mouth opened wider—teeth becoming thorns—and she vaulted over the root wall. Her breath came in gasps as the path collapsed behind
her
. The wildflowers
were gone
, replaced by a thicket of black briars. The pendant’s glow matched hers own heartbeat, rapid now. A tunnel of oaks stretched ahead, their trunks knotted with veins of the same crimson light. She pushed through. The other side was a meadow of moonflowers, their petals like stained glass. In the center, a figure in a leather jacket sat on a rock,
back
to
her
. The same jacket he’d worn the night he threw
her
against the wall for asking questions he’d never answer. “Evan.” Her voice was a blade. He smiled, but
not
with his face. The scar on his wrist—*
her
* scar—
pulsed
in sync with the pendant. “You found me.” “You said they wanted me to.” Aurora stepped closer, hands shaking. The air here smelled of petrol,
not
flowers. Of Hel. “Why?” He turned, and
her
breath stopped. His eyes were clear, human—but the veins around his pupils were silver. “You know,” he said
slowly
. “You always did. Just
didn’t
like what you saw.” The briars from the tunnel snapped behind
her
, sealing the space like a film on a puddle. Aurora’s fingers brushed the pendant again. Its
warmth
was a warning now. “You’re
not
Evan.” His laugh was the correct texture. “You’re
not
the only one cursed, *
Laila
*.” Her name on his tongue wasn’t a sound anyone in London had used since the day she ran. Since the day she’d left a flat with a mirror that reflected something *
back
*. Since he’d shown
her
the contract he’d signed with black wax. The pendant exploded into light. The meadow screamed. Evan—
her
Evan—
didn’t
flinch as the briars tore at his skin around the veins. “They let me keep the memories,” he said. “You want to see the real Evan? Look *
down
*.” The rock he sat on split, revealing a pool of the same black water. Her reflection stared up, but
her
coat had become a second skin of moss,
her
hair tangled with roots. The Evan in the water had no scar. No curse. She knelt instinctively, and the stranger’s voice from the tunnel was in
her
ears again. “Hel’s gate’s open only for the unwelcome.” Her own hand hesitated over the water. The pendant’s glow
was dimming
. Her throat tasted of ash. Above them both, the canopy opened for no reason. Stars. Too many stars. Evan’s voice lowered. “You left me in
Dymas
.” “The hell you were taken to?” “No.” He leaned closer, his touch cold but his breath warm. “The hell I *
made
*.” The pond’s surface rippled. Aurora stumbled
back
as it rose—arms, then fingers, then a face identical to Evan’s. But smaller. Wrong. His mouth moved under the water but no sound came. The scar on
her
wrist split open. Blood dripped into the pond, and the figure in the water screamed in a voice she hadn’t heard since
her
childhood. Her mother’s. Her father’s. Everyone’s who’d
died that night
in Cardiff. The Evan on the rock grinned wider. “Run faster, Rory.” She did. The black briars *
didn’t
*. The pond swallowed his silhouette, but the sound of
her
mother’s scream never stopped. The moonflowers were now thorned vines around
her
ankles. The pendant snapped against
her
skin. Her wrist bled faster. A new path. A new tunnel. She
didn’t
ask *
toward
* what. She just crawled. The flat above Silas’s bar reappeared before
her
. Windows intact. Lights off. Aurora’s hand was on the doorknob. Her keys were in the lock. Inside, the air was still. Her scar
was gone
. No blood. No mark. But the mirror on the wall— It
pulsed
crimson. Her reflection’s mouth moved differently. The pendant dropped from
her
pocket to the floor. In the dark of the flat— It rang like a bell. A bell with teeth.
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
20
adverbTagCount
2
adverbTags
0
"The moss shifted again [again]"
1
"he said slowly [slowly]"
dialogueSentences
49
tagDensity
0.408
leniency
0.816
rawRatio
0.1
effectiveRatio
0.082
93.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2143
totalAiIsmAdverbs
3
found
0
adverb
"sharply"
count
1
1
adverb
"slowly"
count
2
highlights
0
"sharply"
1
"slowly"
100.00%
AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
(empty)
found
(empty)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
(empty)
found
(empty)
51.00%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2143
totalAiIsms
21
found
0
word
"echoed"
count
1
1
word
"flickered"
count
1
2
word
"warmth"
count
3
3
word
"tracing"
count
1
4
word
"etched"
count
2
5
word
"trembled"
count
1
6
word
"pulsed"
count
3
7
word
"silence"
count
1
8
word
"perfect"
count
1
9
word
"stomach"
count
1
10
word
"pulse"
count
1
11
word
"raced"
count
1
12
word
"lurch"
count
1
13
word
"throbbed"
count
1
14
word
"echoing"
count
1
15
word
"shimmered"
count
1
highlights
0
"echoed"
1
"flickered"
2
"warmth"
3
"tracing"
4
"etched"
5
"trembled"
6
"pulsed"
7
"silence"
8
"perfect"
9
"stomach"
10
"pulse"
11
"raced"
12
"lurch"
13
"throbbed"
14
"echoing"
15
"shimmered"
66.67%
Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches
2
maxInWindow
2
found
0
label
"stomach dropped/sank"
count
1
1
label
"clenched jaw/fists"
count
1
highlights
0
"stomach dropped"
1
"clenched fist"
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells
0
narrationSentences
227
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
1
hedgeCount
1
narrationSentences
227
filterMatches
0
"think"
hedgeMatches
0
"began to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
251
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
32
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
27
markdownWords
80
totalWords
2121
ratio
0.038
matches
0
"“When it glows like fire in your throat, you run"
1
"Fae tongues are silver, but their ears are sharp as broken glass."
2
"limb"
3
"“You’ll find me,”"
4
"“They want you to.”"
5
"exhaled"
6
"If you chase Fae, you never catch them. If you chase time, you chase your own end."
7
"not"
8
"thicker"
9
"A contract is only binding if both parties agree."
10
"please"
11
"near"
12
"thank you"
13
"Dymas"
14
"Old"
15
"courtesy"
16
"He’s been here"
17
"Impossible."
18
"Her own."
19
"assume"
20
"her"
21
"Laila"
22
"back"
23
"down"
24
"made"
25
"didn’t"
26
"toward"
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
27
unquotedAttributions
1
matches
0
"A trick of the light, she told herself, wiping her brow."
66.67%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
55
wordCount
1913
uniqueNames
15
maxNameDensity
0.89
worstName
"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity
3
worstWindowName
"Evan"
discoveredNames
Aurora
17
Yu-Fei
1
Richmond
1
Park
1
Evan
15
Silas
4
Fae
4
Grove
2
Jennifer
3
Carter
1
London
2
Dvergr
1
Greek
1
Hel
1
Cardiff
1
persons
0
"Aurora"
1
"Yu-Fei"
2
"Evan"
3
"Silas"
4
"Jennifer"
5
"Carter"
6
"Greek"
places
0
"Richmond"
1
"Park"
2
"Fae"
3
"Grove"
4
"London"
5
"Cardiff"
globalScore
1
windowScore
0.667
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
134
glossingSentenceCount
2
matches
0
"seemed wider its trunk swelling to block a path she’d just taken"
1
"felt like it left without her"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
1
per1kWords
0.471
wordCount
2121
matches
0
"not a word her ex had ever said, but maybe this thing’s tongue had been watered with it"
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
1
totalSentences
251
matches
0
"died that night"
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
73
mean
29.05
std
25.4
cv
0.874
sampleLengths
0
133
1
86
2
71
3
45
4
75
5
53
6
7
7
74
8
23
9
90
10
85
11
39
12
35
13
17
14
6
15
23
16
21
17
67
18
21
19
26
20
30
21
16
22
65
23
14
24
45
25
36
26
7
27
21
28
48
29
9
30
11
31
60
32
42
33
25
34
24
35
34
36
50
37
48
38
6
39
21
40
22
41
32
42
32
43
13
44
43
45
5
46
3
47
30
48
43
49
22
94.44%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
7
totalSentences
227
matches
0
"were etched"
1
"was etched"
2
"been watered"
3
"were gone"
4
"was mottled"
5
"were gone"
6
"was gone"
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
2
totalVerbs
329
matches
0
"was bleeding"
1
"was dimming"
0.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
26
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
19
totalSentences
251
ratio
0.076
matches
0
"Moonlight filtered through the ancient oaks—standing stones they called them—casting jagged shadows that twitched like veins over the moss."
1
"Evan was here—she’d made it this far through the city, her flat above Silas’s bar empty hours ago."
2
"Not after the way he’d looked at her that night—pupils stretched like ink in milk, lips curling around a name she couldn’t pronounce."
3
"The wildflowers around her—bluebells, foxgloves, something purple and thorny she didn’t recognize—trembled though the air was still."
4
"Not a branch—a *limb*, if the way it bent at multiple angles counted."
5
"The map had marked a circle of stones, but these had shifted closer, their carvings—runes, maybe, or something older—dripping with condensation."
6
"She spun right, left, up—the canopy above had closed, moonlight replaced by the glow of flowers that now smelled of burnt hair."
7
"Not a man—*not* a man."
8
"Evan’s scar—her scar—was etched into the earth."
9
"*Dymas* was the origin of the pendant—not a word her ex had ever said, but maybe this thing’s tongue had been watered with it."
10
"A new scent—oil and copper."
11
"A new stain on her jeans—lavender and iron."
12
"His mouth opened wider—teeth becoming thorns—and she vaulted over the root wall."
13
"The scar on his wrist—*her* scar—pulsed in sync with the pendant."
14
"His eyes were clear, human—but the veins around his pupils were silver."
15
"Evan—her Evan—didn’t flinch as the briars tore at his skin around the veins."
16
"Aurora stumbled back as it rose—arms, then fingers, then a face identical to Evan’s."
17
"But the mirror on the wall—"
18
"In the dark of the flat—"
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1937
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
51
adverbRatio
0.02632937532266391
lyAdverbCount
7
lyAdverbRatio
0.0036138358286009293
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
251
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
251
mean
8.45
std
5.68
cv
0.672
sampleLengths
0
17
1
19
2
23
3
19
4
18
5
5
6
14
7
18
8
7
9
4
10
13
11
12
12
22
13
5
14
23
15
14
16
17
17
13
18
11
19
16
20
4
21
4
22
26
23
4
24
7
25
5
26
13
27
2
28
1
29
17
30
12
31
16
32
5
33
4
34
4
35
18
36
21
37
10
38
7
39
3
40
11
41
18
42
20
43
22
44
3
45
11
46
9
47
10
48
14
49
6
41.24%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
22
diversityRatio
0.26294820717131473
totalSentences
251
uniqueOpeners
66
17.54%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
1
totalSentences
190
matches
0
"Too many stars."
ratio
0.005
89.47%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
62
totalSentences
190
matches
0
"She’d followed Yu-Fei’s map of"
1
"She’d come to find Evan."
2
"She’d read enough of Jennifer"
3
"She turned in a circle,"
4
"Their colors pulsed brighter as"
5
"Her voice frayed"
6
"She’d learned fast that silence"
7
"She reached out, fingertips brushing"
8
"Her stomach dropped."
9
"She backed away, but the"
10
"She spun right, left, up—the"
11
"She turned sharply."
12
"His silhouette was too still,"
13
"He stepped into the light,"
14
"His eyes were white as"
15
"Her father’s voice came to"
16
"Her own voice came out"
17
"He held out a hand,"
18
"She took a step back."
19
"His smile faded"
ratio
0.326
38.95%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
160
totalSentences
190
matches
0
"The pendant grew hot against"
1
"Moonlight filtered through the ancient"
2
"She’d followed Yu-Fei’s map of"
3
"The restaurant owner’s parting words,"
4
"She’d come to find Evan."
5
"The ex who’d left her"
6
"Evan was here—she’d made it"
7
"Aurora dropped her phone into"
8
"The rules of the Fae"
9
"She’d read enough of Jennifer"
10
"She turned in a circle,"
11
"The wildflowers around her—bluebells, foxgloves,"
12
"Their colors pulsed brighter as"
13
"A trick of the light,"
14
"The city’s air had been"
15
"Her voice frayed"
16
"Jennifer’s notes had warned: *Fae"
17
"Aurora’s breath came quicker."
18
"She’d learned fast that silence"
19
"A branch snapped behind her."
ratio
0.842
52.63%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
2
totalSentences
190
matches
0
"If you chase time, you"
1
"If Evan was in the"
ratio
0.011
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
85
technicalSentenceCount
5
matches
0
"Moonlight filtered through the ancient oaks—standing stones they called them—casting jagged shadows that twitched like veins over the moss."
1
"But the deep crimson gemstone only flickered, its warmth seeping into her palm, tracing paths up her arm."
2
"Aurora stumbled toward it, her black coat catching on thorns that weren’t there the first time she passed."
3
"His eyes were white as bleached bone, his mouth split in a smile that didn’t touch his jawline."
4
"Since the day she’d left a flat with a mirror that reflected something *back*."
50.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
20
uselessAdditionCount
3
matches
0
"she snapped, though the word felt like it left without her"
1
"Aurora stepped, hands shaking"
2
"He leaned, his touch cold but his breath warm"
88.78%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
11
fancyCount
3
fancyTags
0
"she muttered (mutter)"
1
"he hissed (hiss)"
2
"she snapped (snap)"
dialogueSentences
49
tagDensity
0.224
leniency
0.449
rawRatio
0.273
effectiveRatio
0.122
81.6796%