Run: 2026-04-24-01KPZTXQMKCWCBJ96EDT7DW3W6

Run Details

Model:: Claude Opus 4.7
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 28.4s
Cost:: $0.060175
Provider:: Amazon Bedrock

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
69.54%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
74.62%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	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)
83.33%	Name drop frequency	(details)
100.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
99.90%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
88.82%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
0.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
87.43%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
85.71%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
100.00%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
49.29%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
8.93%	Technical jargon density	(details)
25.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
100.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
79.0855%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue.

You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex.

Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.

User/Human

<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="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<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>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

The oak stones rose out of the bracken like old teeth, and Rory felt them before she saw them — a pressure in her sinuses, a hum along the silver chain at her throat. The Heartstone had gone cool between her collarbones, which, if she was reading it right, meant they were a long way from any door to Hel. What it meant about the door in front of them, she couldn't say.

"Don't step between them yet," Isolde said, gentle as snowfall. "Not until I've asked."

Asked whom, Rory didn't inquire. She'd learned by now that questions to the Seer came back as riddles with teeth. Isolde's silver hair caught the late afternoon sun and turned it into something colder, the kind of light you'd expect off a frozen lake. Beside her, Nyx stood half a pace behind Rory's shoulder — there when she looked, gone when she didn't, a smear of darker evening along the grass.

"Comforting," Nyx murmured, their voice the hush of wind through reeds. "A threshold that has to be asked."

"Manners cost nothing," Isolde said.

"And yet you Fae charge for them."

Isolde's mouth curved. She stepped forward, laid one long hand against the nearest stone, and spoke a word Rory's ears refused to hold. It slid off her the way water slides off glass. The air between the oaks shivered, as if somebody had breathed on a mirror, and a path unfolded — not revealed, exactly. Made. Grass that hadn't been there a moment before pressed itself down beneath a trail of lighter green, inviting.

"All right," Isolde said. "Now."

Rory went first, because she had decided on the walk from the car park that she was going to stop flinching at things. She crossed the threshold with her left hand curled lightly around the leaf-shape of the Fae blade at her hip, and the world on the other side of the stones exhaled.

The first thing was the smell. Not one smell — three, four, a dozen, layered like the pages of a book. Hawthorn in blossom. Wet stone. Something warm and green that reminded her absurdly of her mother's classroom in June, chalk and cut grass and windowsill geraniums. Beneath it all, very faintly, a sweetness that made her teeth ache — honey left too long in the jar.

The second thing was the light. It fell wrong. The sun she had just walked out from under was gone, replaced by a diffuse pearly radiance that seemed to come from the trees themselves, from the moss, from the air. There were no shadows. Rory turned in a slow circle and saw only her own body throwing a faint bluish tint against the ground, as if she were standing in the thin dusk that precedes a storm.

"Oh," she said, very quietly.

The clearing stretched farther than the stones suggested from outside. Wildflowers she half-recognised — bluebells, foxgloves, the nodding white of snowdrops — grew side by side with things that had no business sharing a season. Cornflowers elbowed at poppies. A tangle of briar roses had already gone to fat red hips while, three feet away, the same species was putting out buds. A bee the colour of beaten copper wandered between them, making up its own mind.

"Year-round," Isolde said, coming to stand beside her. "The Grove doesn't keep the calendar."

"What does it keep?"

Isolde tilted her head. "Whatever pleases it."

Nyx ghosted past them both, solidifying in stages — a shoulder, a jaw, the long pale throat of a face that had once belonged to a man named Aldric and no longer, quite, did. Their violet eyes had gone very bright. "The air's thick," they said. "Listen."

Rory listened. At first it was only the bees, and a thrush somewhere deeper in. Then, under that: water. Not a stream — more like breathing. A slow, measured in-and-out, as though the Grove itself was asleep and dreaming.

"How long have we been in here?" she asked.

Isolde glanced up at a sky that was neither blue nor grey, only bright. "That's a question for later."

"That's not an answer."

"No. It isn't."

They walked. The path — if it was a path; it kept changing its mind about being one — led them between two willows whose leaves were edged in silver, as if dipped. Rory reached, stopped herself. She had been taught by Eva, by Silas, by her own painful year of half-lessons, not to take what you had not been offered in places like this. The willow leaf whispered against the back of her knuckles anyway, and left a cool tingle there, like the ghost of a kiss.

Further in, she found a pool. It lay in a hollow ringed with moss, and its surface was perfectly still, and it was not reflecting the sky. It was reflecting a sky. Stars wheeled across it in broad daylight, constellations she didn't know, arranged into shapes that felt meaningful in the way a word in a dream feels meaningful before you wake.

"Don't look too long," Nyx said at her ear. They had gone incorporeal again; she felt the whisper as a pressure against the small hairs of her neck. "Water like this remembers faces."

She stepped back. The pendant at her throat gave one small, stubborn pulse — not warmth, exactly; more like a heartbeat in a room where you thought you were alone. She pressed her palm flat over it.

"Rory." Isolde's voice, from somewhere ahead. "Come. He's almost ready to speak."

"He?" Rory said, and then — because she had sworn off flinching — she followed anyway, stepping over a ring of mushrooms she was fairly sure hadn't been there a moment ago, into a deeper green, under boughs that bent toward her as if to listen, her hand closing around the cold moonsilver hilt of the blade Isolde had given her on a night that felt, already, a very long time outside the Grove.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	10
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	24
tagDensity	0.417
leniency	0.833
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

69.54%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

985

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"lightly"
count	1

adverb	"very"
count	4

adverb	"perfectly"
count	1

highlights

0	"lightly"
1	"very"
2	"perfectly"

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)

74.62%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

985

totalAiIsms

found

word	"comforting"
count	1

word	"measured"
count	1

word	"whisper"
count	1

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	1

highlights

0	"comforting"
1	"measured"
2	"whisper"
3	"pulse"
4	"warmth"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches	0
maxInWindow	0
found	(empty)
highlights	(empty)

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	64
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	77
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	72
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	999
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	18
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

83.33%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

914

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.09

worstName

"Isolde"

maxWindowNameDensity

2.5

worstWindowName

"Isolde"

discoveredNames

Rory	9
Heartstone	1
Hel	1
Asked	1
Seer	1
Nyx	4
Isolde	10
Fae	1
June	1
Aldric	1
Grove	2
Eva	1
Silas	1

persons

0	"Rory"
1	"Heartstone"
2	"Nyx"
3	"Isolde"
4	"Eva"
5	"Silas"

places

0	"Hel"
1	"June"
2	"Grove"

globalScore

0.953

windowScore

0.833

100.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences	41
glossingSentenceCount	0
matches	(empty)

99.90%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

1.001

wordCount

999

matches

0	"neither blue nor"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	77
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

35.68

std

29.42

0.825

sampleLengths

0	73
1	14
2	71
3	18
4	5
5	7
6	74
7	5
8	54
9	67
10	77
11	5
12	77
13	14
14	4
15	7
16	47
17	39
18	9
19	19
20	4
21	3
22	88
23	62
24	33
25	37
26	12
27	74

88.82%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"was gone"
1	"were edged"
2	"been taught"
3	"been offered"

0.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

150

matches

0	"was reading"
1	"were standing"
2	"was putting"
3	"was not reflecting"
4	"was reflecting"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.156

matches

0	"The oak stones rose out of the bracken like old teeth, and Rory felt them before she saw them — a pressure in her sinuses, a hum along the silver chain at her throat."
1	"Beside her, Nyx stood half a pace behind Rory's shoulder — there when she looked, gone when she didn't, a smear of darker evening along the grass."
2	"The air between the oaks shivered, as if somebody had breathed on a mirror, and a path unfolded — not revealed, exactly."
3	"Not one smell — three, four, a dozen, layered like the pages of a book."
4	"Beneath it all, very faintly, a sweetness that made her teeth ache — honey left too long in the jar."
5	"Wildflowers she half-recognised — bluebells, foxgloves, the nodding white of snowdrops — grew side by side with things that had no business sharing a season."
6	"Nyx ghosted past them both, solidifying in stages — a shoulder, a jaw, the long pale throat of a face that had once belonged to a man named Aldric and no longer, quite, did."
7	"Not a stream — more like breathing."
8	"The path — if it was a path; it kept changing its mind about being one — led them between two willows whose leaves were edged in silver, as if dipped."
9	"They had gone incorporeal again; she felt the whisper as a pressure against the small hairs of her neck."
10	"The pendant at her throat gave one small, stubborn pulse — not warmth, exactly; more like a heartbeat in a room where you thought you were alone."
11	"\"He?\" Rory said, and then — because she had sworn off flinching — she followed anyway, stepping over a ring of mushrooms she was fairly sure hadn't been there a moment ago, into a deeper green, under boughs that bent toward her as if to listen, her hand closing around the cold moonsilver hilt of the blade Isolde had given her on a night that felt, already, a very long time outside the Grove."

87.43%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount

905

adjectiveStacks

stackExamples

0	"deeper green, under boughs"

adverbCount

adverbRatio

0.04751381215469613

lyAdverbCount

lyAdverbRatio

0.013259668508287293

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	77
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

12.97

std

12.02

0.927

sampleLengths

0	34
1	26
2	13
3	10
4	4
5	5
6	15
7	24
8	27
9	11
10	7
11	5
12	7
13	3
14	20
15	10
16	22
17	1
18	18
19	4
20	1
21	23
22	31
23	6
24	15
25	3
26	2
27	21
28	20
29	6
30	3
31	31
32	4
33	33
34	5
35	10
36	25
37	4
38	23
39	15
40	8
41	6
42	4
43	4
44	3
45	34
46	7
47	5
48	1
49	2

85.71%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	4
diversityRatio	0.5454545454545454
totalSentences	77
uniqueOpeners	42

100.00%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Then, under that: water."
1	"Further in, she found a"

ratio

0.036

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"She'd learned by now that"
1	"She stepped forward, laid one"
2	"It slid off her the"
3	"She crossed the threshold with"
4	"It fell wrong."
5	"she said, very quietly"
6	"Their violet eyes had gone"
7	"She had been taught by"
8	"It lay in a hollow"
9	"It was reflecting a sky."
10	"They had gone incorporeal again;"
11	"She stepped back."
12	"She pressed her palm flat"

ratio

0.232

49.29%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The oak stones rose out"
1	"The Heartstone had gone cool"
2	"Isolde said, gentle as snowfall"
3	"She'd learned by now that"
4	"Isolde's silver hair caught the"
5	"Nyx murmured, their voice the"
6	"Isolde's mouth curved."
7	"She stepped forward, laid one"
8	"It slid off her the"
9	"The air between the oaks"
10	"Grass that hadn't been there"
11	"Rory went first, because she"
12	"She crossed the threshold with"
13	"The first thing was the"
14	"Hawthorn in blossom."
15	"Something warm and green that"
16	"The second thing was the"
17	"It fell wrong."
18	"The sun she had just"
19	"Rory turned in a slow"

ratio

0.821

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	56
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

8.93%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Beneath it all, very faintly, a sweetness that made her teeth ache — honey left too long in the jar."
1	"Rory turned in a slow circle and saw only her own body throwing a faint bluish tint against the ground, as if she were standing in the thin dusk that precedes a…"
2	"Wildflowers she half-recognised — bluebells, foxgloves, the nodding white of snowdrops — grew side by side with things that had no business sharing a season."
3	"Nyx ghosted past them both, solidifying in stages — a shoulder, a jaw, the long pale throat of a face that had once belonged to a man named Aldric and no longer…"
4	"A slow, measured in-and-out, as though the Grove itself was asleep and dreaming."
5	"Stars wheeled across it in broad daylight, constellations she didn't know, arranged into shapes that felt meaningful in the way a word in a dream feels meaningf…"

25.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"Nyx murmured, their voice the hush of wind through reeds"
1	"Isolde said, coming to stand beside her"

100.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Nyx murmured (murmur)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.417

leniency

0.833

rawRatio

0.1

effectiveRatio

0.083

79.0855%