Run: 2026-04-24-01KPZV3DDSW2MYNK5Q8N9350WH

Run Details

Model:: Claude Opus 4.7
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 28.8s
Cost:: $0.062500
Provider:: Amazon Bedrock

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
18.18%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
85.86%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
67.01%	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)
66.67%	Name drop frequency	(details)
0.00%	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)
84.92%	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)
75.64%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
100.00%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
58.48%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
75.76%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Technical jargon density	(details)
34.09%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
50.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
77.2207%	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

Rory felt the world hush the moment she stepped between the oaks.

One heartbeat ago, Richmond Park had been behind her — joggers panting down gravel paths, a plane dragging its noise across the sky, the sodium flicker of London bleeding over the treeline. Then she had ducked beneath a low branch, and all of it simply stopped, as if someone had drawn a curtain across the ordinary world.

"That's — " Eva started, then swallowed the rest. Her hand closed hard around Rory's sleeve.

"Yeah," Rory said softly. "I know."

The grove opened before them in a slow reveal, like a held breath. Seven standing stones ringed a clearing the size of a small chapel, each stone a knot of petrified oak taller than a man, their bark twisted into faces that weren't quite faces — a suggestion of a cheekbone, the hint of an eye closed in sleep. Between them, the air shimmered faintly, a heat-haze that had nothing to do with heat. The Veil, Rory realised, and her fingers found the Heartstone at her throat without her meaning to. The pendant was warm. Not burning — not here — but humming, the way a cat hums when it is content and pretending not to be.

Nyx drifted in behind them, and the shadows of the oaks leaned toward them like old friends greeting a returning neighbour. In the green-gold light their silhouette thickened, became almost solid. Violet eyes surfaced from the dark of what passed for a face.

"Careful where you step," they whispered, and their voice was the sound of leaves moving though no leaves moved. "This place remembers."

"Remembers what?" Eva asked.

"Everyone who has walked it. Everyone who has lied in it." Nyx's head tilted. "It is a very old ledger."

Rory took another step. The grass — if grass was what it was — gave beneath her boot with a yielding softness, like moss grown over velvet. Wildflowers nodded around her ankles in colours she didn't have names for: a blue that was almost a sound, a red that hurt to look at for too long. Bluebells bloomed beside foxgloves beside something that looked like a poppy made of spun glass. It was, she thought, the wrong month for any of them. It was the wrong month for all of them at once.

A bird called somewhere above, three descending notes that repeated, paused, repeated. Rory looked up. The sky inside the ring of stones was not the sky she had left. It was the same pale February grey, but it had depth to it, layers — she could see the shape of clouds behind clouds behind clouds, stacked like pages in a half-open book. Looking at it too long made her stomach shift, so she dropped her gaze.

Eva had wandered toward the nearest stone and was reaching, fingertips stopping an inch from the bark.

"Don't," Nyx said, not urgently.

Eva pulled her hand back. "Would it hurt me?"

"It might like you. That would be worse."

Eva laughed, then stopped laughing when she realised Nyx hadn't.

Rory walked the perimeter slowly, one hand trailing the air above the flowers, not quite touching. She had done enough reading, in the last three months, to be wary of touching anything in a place like this. You ate nothing. You promised nothing. You left what you found. Her father had drilled courtroom rules into her all her life; it turned out the Fae had rules too, and they were not so different, only older and more expensive when broken.

At the centre of the grove stood a flat stone, grey and lichen-scarred, low as a footstool. A shallow basin had been worn into its top, and in the basin lay a small pool of water that reflected no sky. Rory crouched beside it. Her own face looked up at her from the water — and behind her face, for just an instant, a second face, older, silver-haired, watching with patient lavender eyes. Rory blinked and it was gone. Only her own reflection remained, and something cold tightened at the base of her spine.

"She knows we're here," Rory said.

"She has known since before we came," Nyx murmured.

Eva had drifted closer. "Is this where she — "

"No." The voice came from behind them, soft as falling snow, and Rory did not startle because a part of her had already been listening for it. She rose and turned.

Isolde stood at the edge of the clearing where no one had stood a breath before. The hem of her dress brushed the grass without bending it. Her silver hair moved in a wind Rory couldn't feel. She left, as always, no footprint — no crushed flower, no bruised stem — as though the grove itself held her a careful half-inch above its surface.

"Not here," Isolde said, and her pale lavender eyes moved between the three of them with the slow weight of a lighthouse beam. "This is only the doorstep. The house lies deeper."

Eva breathed out. "There's a deeper?"

"There is always a deeper." Isolde's mouth curved. It was not quite a smile. "Come. While the light still chooses to be kind."

She turned between two of the standing stones, where Rory would have sworn, a moment before, the gap had been narrower than a shoulder. Now it was a corridor of sun-dappled green, a path winding away into trees that had not been there when they arrived. Somewhere down it, water was running over stone.

Rory felt the Heartstone pulse once against her sternum — warm, warmer than before, warm enough to notice. She pressed her palm flat over it. Beneath her jacket, at her hip, the Fae blade Isolde had given her weeks ago answered in its own way: a coolness, a small, clear note of cold against her skin, as if it recognised the air it had been forged in and was remembering how to breathe.

She glanced at Eva. Eva nodded, white around the mouth but steady.

Nyx was already a streak of shadow along the path, violet eyes glinting back like two low stars.

Rory exhaled, touched the small crescent scar on her wrist the way she always did before stepping off a ledge — a small, private benediction — and followed the seer into the grove that was larger inside than it had any right to be.

Behind her, without sound, the oaks closed.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

18.18%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"Eva started then [then]"
1	"Rory said softly [softly]"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.55

leniency

rawRatio

0.182

effectiveRatio

0.182

85.86%

AI-ism adverb frequency

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

wordCount

1061

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"softly"
count	1

adverb	"very"
count	1

adverb	"slowly"
count	1

highlights

0	"softly"
1	"very"
2	"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)

67.01%

AI-ism word frequency

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

wordCount

1061

totalAiIsms

found

word	"flicker"
count	1

word	"shimmered"
count	1

word	"velvet"
count	1

word	"stomach"
count	1

word	"weight"
count	1

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"glinting"
count	1

highlights

0	"flicker"
1	"shimmered"
2	"velvet"
3	"stomach"
4	"weight"
5	"pulse"
6	"glinting"

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	69
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount	0
hedgeCount	0
narrationSentences	69
filterMatches	(empty)
hedgeMatches	(empty)

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

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

analyzedSentences	78
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	48
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	1078
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	8
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

66.67%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

987

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.52

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Richmond	1
Park	1
London	1
Rory	15
Veil	1
Heartstone	2
Eva	9
Nyx	6
February	1
Fae	2
Isolde	4
You	3

persons

0	"Rory"
1	"Eva"
2	"Nyx"
3	"Fae"
4	"Isolde"
5	"You"

places

0	"Richmond"
1	"Park"
2	"London"

globalScore

0.74

windowScore

0.667

0.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

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

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"quite faces — a suggestion of a cheekbone, the hint of an eye closed in sleep"
1	"looked like a poppy made of spun glass"
2	"not quite touching"
3	"not quite a smile"

100.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

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

totalMatches	0
per1kWords	0
wordCount	1078
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	78
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

33.69

std

31.42

0.933

sampleLengths

0	12
1	57
2	16
3	6
4	117
5	43
6	22
7	4
8	20
9	93
10	76
11	17
12	5
13	9
14	8
15	10
16	80
17	94
18	6
19	9
20	10
21	31
22	64
23	32
24	6
25	23
26	54
27	73
28	12
29	18
30	44
31	7

84.92%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"was — gave"
1	"been worn"
2	"was gone"
3	"been forged"

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

164

matches

0	"was running"
1	"was remembering"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

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

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.128

matches

0	"One heartbeat ago, Richmond Park had been behind her — joggers panting down gravel paths, a plane dragging its noise across the sky, the sodium flicker of London bleeding over the treeline."
1	"Seven standing stones ringed a clearing the size of a small chapel, each stone a knot of petrified oak taller than a man, their bark twisted into faces that weren't quite faces — a suggestion of a cheekbone, the hint of an eye closed in sleep."
2	"Not burning — not here — but humming, the way a cat hums when it is content and pretending not to be."
3	"The grass — if grass was what it was — gave beneath her boot with a yielding softness, like moss grown over velvet."
4	"It was the same pale February grey, but it had depth to it, layers — she could see the shape of clouds behind clouds behind clouds, stacked like pages in a half-open book."
5	"Her father had drilled courtroom rules into her all her life; it turned out the Fae had rules too, and they were not so different, only older and more expensive when broken."
6	"Her own face looked up at her from the water — and behind her face, for just an instant, a second face, older, silver-haired, watching with patient lavender eyes."
7	"She left, as always, no footprint — no crushed flower, no bruised stem — as though the grove itself held her a careful half-inch above its surface."
8	"Rory felt the Heartstone pulse once against her sternum — warm, warmer than before, warm enough to notice."
9	"Rory exhaled, touched the small crescent scar on her wrist the way she always did before stepping off a ledge — a small, private benediction — and followed the seer into the grove that was larger inside than it had any right to be."

100.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

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

wordCount	981
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	38
adverbRatio	0.03873598369011213
lyAdverbCount	7
lyAdverbRatio	0.007135575942915392

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

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

totalSentences	78
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

13.82

std

10.42

0.754

sampleLengths

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

75.64%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	6
diversityRatio	0.5
totalSentences	78
uniqueOpeners	39

100.00%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Then she had ducked beneath"
1	"Only her own reflection remained,"
2	"Somewhere down it, water was"

ratio

0.045

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Her hand closed hard around"
1	"they whispered, and their voice"
2	"It was, she thought, the"
3	"It was the wrong month"
4	"It was the same pale"
5	"She had done enough reading,"
6	"You ate nothing."
7	"You promised nothing."
8	"You left what you found."
9	"Her father had drilled courtroom"
10	"Her own face looked up"
11	"She rose and turned."
12	"Her silver hair moved in"
13	"She left, as always, no"
14	"It was not quite a"
15	"She turned between two of"
16	"She pressed her palm flat"
17	"She glanced at Eva."

ratio

0.273

58.48%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Rory felt the world hush"
1	"Eva started, then swallowed the"
2	"Her hand closed hard around"
3	"Rory said softly"
4	"The grove opened before them"
5	"The Veil, Rory realised, and"
6	"The pendant was warm."
7	"Nyx drifted in behind them,"
8	"Violet eyes surfaced from the"
9	"they whispered, and their voice"
10	"Nyx's head tilted"
11	"Rory took another step."
12	"The grass — if grass"
13	"Wildflowers nodded around her ankles"
14	"Bluebells bloomed beside foxgloves beside"
15	"It was, she thought, the"
16	"It was the wrong month"
17	"A bird called somewhere above,"
18	"Rory looked up."
19	"The sky inside the ring"

ratio

0.803

75.76%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Now it was a corridor"

ratio

0.015

0.00%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"One heartbeat ago, Richmond Park had been behind her — joggers panting down gravel paths, a plane dragging its noise across the sky, the sodium flicker of Londo…"
1	"Then she had ducked beneath a low branch, and all of it simply stopped, as if someone had drawn a curtain across the ordinary world."
2	"Seven standing stones ringed a clearing the size of a small chapel, each stone a knot of petrified oak taller than a man, their bark twisted into faces that wer…"
3	"Bluebells bloomed beside foxgloves beside something that looked like a poppy made of spun glass."
4	"She left, as always, no footprint — no crushed flower, no bruised stem — as though the grove itself held her a careful half-inch above its surface."
5	"Now it was a corridor of sun-dappled green, a path winding away into trees that had not been there when they arrived."
6	"Beneath her jacket, at her hip, the Fae blade Isolde had given her weeks ago answered in its own way: a coolness, a small, clear note of cold against her skin, …"
7	"Rory exhaled, touched the small crescent scar on her wrist the way she always did before stepping off a ledge — a small, private benediction — and followed the …"

34.09%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"they whispered, and their voice was the sound of leaves moving though no leaves moved"
1	"Nyx said, not urgently"

50.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"they whispered (whisper)"
1	"Nyx murmured (murmur)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.35

leniency

0.7

rawRatio

0.286

effectiveRatio

0.2

77.2207%