Run: 2026-04-24-01KPZV8RHMSWHYVJTAQRNXNNWC

Run Details

Model:: Claude Opus 4.7
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 29.2s
Cost:: $0.063500
Provider:: Amazon Bedrock

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
0.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
75.66%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
75.66%	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)
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)
96.27%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
93.98%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
76.60%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
100.00%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
79.83%	Technical jargon density	(details)
48.08%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
100.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
83.7579%	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 standing stones didn't look like much from the footpath — just another Richmond Park curiosity, the sort of thing tourists photographed and joggers used as waypoints. But when Rory stepped between them, the sound of London fell away as if someone had pressed a pillow over the city's mouth.

She stopped three paces in, one hand drifting to the crescent scar on her left wrist. Old habit, that. Something to touch when the ground moved underneath her.

"Did the traffic just —"

"Yes," Nyx said, from somewhere behind and slightly beside her. Their voice was the whisper of leaves turning over before rain. "Keep walking. The boundary is not kind to those who linger in it."

Rory walked. The grass here was the wrong green — too saturated, too alive, the colour of something painted rather than grown. Wildflowers crowded the verges in a riot of seasons that had no business coexisting: foxglove shoulder-to-shoulder with snowdrop, bluebells tangled with the late-summer yellow of ragwort. The air smelled of crushed mint and something older, something that reminded her of her grandmother's attic in Cardiff, a smell of wood and years.

Behind her, Eva let out a small, involuntary sound. Not quite a laugh. Not quite anything.

"Rory." Eva's fingers closed on her sleeve. "The light."

Rory looked up.

The sky above the grove was not London's sky. London's sky, at half-five in the afternoon in February, was a bruise the colour of wet slate. This sky was the soft pearl of an hour before sunrise, and it held itself perfectly still, as if the clouds had been told to behave. No planes. No jet trails. No distant lumbering of a Heathrow approach. Just that quiet, expectant grey, waiting for something.

"The Veil's thin here," Nyx said. They had drifted forward, taking the solid shape they preferred when they wanted to be polite about it — a tall figure, broad-shouldered, a silhouette cut out of the world with their violet eyes like two small lamps. "Thin as old linen. You could put a finger through it if you knew how."

"I don't want to know how," Eva muttered.

Rory said nothing. The Heartstone at her throat had begun, very faintly, to warm. Not the sharp pulse it gave near a proper rift — more the low patient heat of a held hand. She curled her fingers around it and felt the pendant's inner glow against her palm, soft as a heartbeat through a blanket.

The path, such as it was, wound between birches whose bark was too white, whose leaves whispered in a language that was almost — almost — words. Rory caught herself straining to hear, and made herself stop. Eva had fallen into step beside her, keeping close, her breath quick. Nyx moved a pace ahead, their form thinning and solidifying as they passed through patches of dappled light, like a candle-flame troubled by a draft.

"There," Nyx said.

The grove proper opened before them in a slow unfolding, the way a cathedral opens when you step past its doors. The trees drew back. The ground dipped into a shallow bowl carpeted in moss so deep and soft Rory thought at first it was water. In the centre stood a ring of smaller stones — not oak, these, but pale things veined with blue, as if someone had sliced open a summer sky and set the pieces upright. A spring welled at their heart, feeding a pool no bigger than a washbasin, and the pool reflected nothing at all. Not the strange sky. Not Rory's face when she leaned close. Just a still black mirror, drinking in light and giving none back.

"Don't," Nyx said quietly, and Rory pulled her hand back from where it had strayed towards the water.

"Sorry." Her voice sounded flat here, absorbed. "What would it —"

"Best not to find out."

Eva had wandered to the far side of the clearing and crouched beside something Rory couldn't see. "Rory. Look at this."

Rory went. Eva was studying a patch of white flowers — six-petalled, narrow, the sort of thing you might see in a Victorian botanical plate — growing in a neat half-circle. In the centre of the arc was a single bare footprint pressed into the moss.

Only one. No heel-print leading in. No toe-print leading out. Just the one, perfect and fresh, as if someone had stepped down from the air and then stepped back up again.

"She doesn't leave footprints," Rory said slowly. "Nyx told me. Isolde doesn't —"

"So whose is this?"

Nyx was beside them without having crossed the ground between. "Hers," they said. "When she wishes to be found. She leaves one. A courtesy." They tilted their head, the violet eyes narrowing in what might have been amusement. "Half-Fae humour."

"That's humour?"

"By their standards."

Rory straightened and turned a slow circle, taking the grove in properly. She could feel it now, the difference — a pressure at the base of her skull, a sense of being watched by the place itself. Not hostile. Interested. Like standing in a room where the walls were politely listening to you.

The wildflowers nodded without wind. Somewhere, a bird that was not quite a bird made a sound that was almost laughter and then stopped. The pool of black water lay still. Above it, the pearl-grey sky held its breath.

"How long have we been in here?" Eva asked suddenly. "My watch stopped."

Rory glanced down. Her own phone's clock had frozen at 17:32. She'd watched it tick to 17:33 as she'd stepped between the oaks. It had not moved since.

"Time moves differently," Nyx said. "An hour here may be a minute gone. Or a week. The grove decides."

Eva made a soft, wounded noise. "I have a shift at nine."

"Then we ought not to dawdle." Nyx gestured with a hand that went briefly translucent and then firmed again. "She is waiting. Can you not feel it?"

And Rory could. Something at the centre of the grove had turned its attention on her. A pale, patient, listening thing. She touched the Heartstone once, drew a slow breath of mint-and-attic air, and followed Nyx deeper in.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

0.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"Nyx said quietly [quietly]"
1	"Rory said slowly [slowly]"
2	"Eva asked suddenly [suddenly]"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.448

leniency

0.897

rawRatio

0.231

effectiveRatio

0.207

75.66%

AI-ism adverb frequency

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

wordCount

1027

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

adverb	"perfectly"
count	1

adverb	"very"
count	1

adverb	"slowly"
count	1

adverb	"suddenly"
count	1

highlights

0	"slightly"
1	"perfectly"
2	"very"
3	"slowly"
4	"suddenly"

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)

75.66%

AI-ism word frequency

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

wordCount

1027

totalAiIsms

found

word	"whisper"
count	1

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"perfect"
count	1

word	"could feel"
count	1

word	"sense of"
count	1

highlights

0	"whisper"
1	"pulse"
2	"perfect"
3	"could feel"
4	"sense of"

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	78
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount	0
hedgeCount	0
narrationSentences	78
filterMatches	(empty)
hedgeMatches	(empty)

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

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

analyzedSentences	94
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	38
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	1037
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	10
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

66.67%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

894

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.57

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Richmond	1
Park	1
Rory	14
London	3
Cardiff	1
Eva	8
February	1
Heathrow	1
Heartstone	2
Victorian	1
Nyx	9

persons

0	"Rory"
1	"Eva"
2	"Heartstone"
3	"Nyx"

places

0	"Richmond"
1	"Park"
2	"London"
3	"Cardiff"
4	"February"
5	"Victorian"

globalScore

0.717

windowScore

0.667

100.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

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

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"not quite a bird made a sound that was almost laughter and then stopped"

100.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

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

totalMatches

per1kWords

0.964

wordCount

1037

matches

0	"not oak, these, but pale things veined with blue, as if someone had sliced open"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	94
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

30.5

std

27.03

0.886

sampleLengths

0	51
1	28
2	5
3	34
4	73
5	16
6	9
7	3
8	72
9	59
10	8
11	56
12	74
13	3
14	123
15	18
16	11
17	5
18	21
19	46
20	31
21	13
22	4
23	40
24	2
25	3
26	53
27	39
28	13
29	28
30	19
31	12
32	27
33	38

96.27%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"been told"
1	"being watched"

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

143

matches

0	"was studying"
1	"were politely listening"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

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

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.085

matches

0	"The oak standing stones didn't look like much from the footpath — just another Richmond Park curiosity, the sort of thing tourists photographed and joggers used as waypoints."
1	"The grass here was the wrong green — too saturated, too alive, the colour of something painted rather than grown."
2	"They had drifted forward, taking the solid shape they preferred when they wanted to be polite about it — a tall figure, broad-shouldered, a silhouette cut out of the world with their violet eyes like two small lamps."
3	"Not the sharp pulse it gave near a proper rift — more the low patient heat of a held hand."
4	"The path, such as it was, wound between birches whose bark was too white, whose leaves whispered in a language that was almost — almost — words."
5	"In the centre stood a ring of smaller stones — not oak, these, but pale things veined with blue, as if someone had sliced open a summer sky and set the pieces upright."
6	"Eva was studying a patch of white flowers — six-petalled, narrow, the sort of thing you might see in a Victorian botanical plate — growing in a neat half-circle."
7	"She could feel it now, the difference — a pressure at the base of her skull, a sense of being watched by the place itself."

93.98%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

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

wordCount	256
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	12
adverbRatio	0.046875
lyAdverbCount	2
lyAdverbRatio	0.0078125

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

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

totalSentences	94
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

11.03

std

8.52

0.772

sampleLengths

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

76.60%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	8
diversityRatio	0.5106382978723404
totalSentences	94
uniqueOpeners	48

100.00%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Just that quiet, expectant grey,"
1	"Just a still black mirror,"
2	"Just the one, perfect and"
3	"Somewhere, a bird that was"

ratio

0.06

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"She stopped three paces in,"
1	"Their voice was the whisper"
2	"They had drifted forward, taking"
3	"She curled her fingers around"
4	"Her voice sounded flat here,"
5	"They tilted their head, the"
6	"She could feel it now,"
7	"Her own phone's clock had"
8	"She'd watched it tick to"
9	"It had not moved since."
10	"She touched the Heartstone once,"

ratio

0.164

100.00%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The oak standing stones didn't"
1	"She stopped three paces in,"
2	"Something to touch when the"
3	"Nyx said, from somewhere behind"
4	"Their voice was the whisper"
5	"The grass here was the"
6	"Wildflowers crowded the verges in"
7	"The air smelled of crushed"
8	"Eva's fingers closed on her"
9	"Rory looked up."
10	"The sky above the grove"
11	"London's sky, at half-five in"
12	"This sky was the soft"
13	"They had drifted forward, taking"
14	"Rory said nothing."
15	"The Heartstone at her throat"
16	"She curled her fingers around"
17	"The path, such as it"
18	"Rory caught herself straining to"
19	"Eva had fallen into step"

ratio

0.687

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	67
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

79.83%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Wildflowers crowded the verges in a riot of seasons that had no business coexisting: foxglove shoulder-to-shoulder with snowdrop, bluebells tangled with the lat…"
1	"The air smelled of crushed mint and something older, something that reminded her of her grandmother's attic in Cardiff, a smell of wood and years."
2	"Nyx moved a pace ahead, their form thinning and solidifying as they passed through patches of dappled light, like a candle-flame troubled by a draft."

48.08%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"Her voice sounded, absorbed"
1	"They tilted, the violet eyes narrowing in what might have been amusement"

100.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Eva muttered (mutter)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.31

leniency

0.621

rawRatio

0.111

effectiveRatio

0.069

83.7579%