Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ08MSS83M1VPMHPJ7T04X1X

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Duration:
3m 20s
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$0.016278
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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Literary Fiction genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
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Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4413" name="Silas Blackwood" aliases="Silas, Si, the Spymaster" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Mentor"> <eyeColor>hazel</eyeColor> <hair>grey-streaked auburn</hair> <height>6'1"</height> <age>58</age> <beard>neatly trimmed, matching his grey-streaked auburn hair</beard> <limp>slight limp in his left leg from an old knee injury</limp> <signetRing>silver signet ring, always worn on his right hand</signetRing> <description>Silas is a retired intelligence operative turned bar owner. He carries himself with quiet authority.</description> <backstory>Former MI6 field agent who retired after a botched operation in Prague left him with a permanent knee injury. He opened "The Raven's Nest" bar in Soho as a front for his network of contacts.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the literary fiction genre. Two old friends who haven't seen each other in years run into each other unexpectedly at a bar. One of them has changed significantly. Through their conversation and the tension between who they were and who they've become, reveal the weight of time and unspoken regret. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The whiskey burned going down. Not the good kind of burn that made you forget, but the kind that reminded you why you needed to forget in the first place. Rory set the glass on the bar and caught Silas watching her from the other end, polishing the same glass he'd been polishing for twenty minutes. His way of saying she'd had enough without saying it. She ignored him. The Golden Empress delivery bag sat at her feet, still warm from the last drop-off, the smell of char siu clinging to her jacket. The door swung open, bringing with it a gust of November and a woman in a cream coat that cost more than three months' rent on the flat upstairs. "Whiskey. Whatever he's having." Rory didn't turn. London was full of women with Welsh lilt who could afford cream coats. The odds of this particular one walking into this particular bar on a Tuesday were about as likely as her winning the lottery while being struck by lightning. "Rory." Her hand stilled around the glass. "Hello, Carys." Carys Morgan slid onto the barstool like she'd been born on one, crossing her legs with the practiced ease of someone who'd spent years in boardrooms and cocktail parties. The last time Rory had seen her, she'd been wearing paint-stained jeans and a Cardiff University hoodie, cursing at a malfunctioning espresso machine in the campus café. That Carys had laughed too loud and kissed girls in pub toilets and dreamed of opening her own gallery in some sun-drenched corner of Italy. This Carys wore diamond studs and had the kind of subtle facelift that only looked natural if you didn't know what she'd looked like before. "Still drinking the cheap stuff, I see." "Still stating the obvious, I see." Silas appeared with the whiskey, setting it down without comment. His eyes flicked between them, assessing. Former spooks always assessed. "Leave the bottle." "Policy is—" "Silas." The word came out harder than she intended. "Please." He left the bottle. Carys wrapped her fingers around the glass but didn't drink. Her nails were French-manicured, practical beige. The Carys she remembered had bitten hers to the quick. "You look good." "Liar." "London suits you." Carys finally sipped. "Though I always thought you'd end up somewhere with more... texture." "Texture?" "Cardiff had texture. Dublin had texture. This city is all sharp edges." "You live here now." "Mayfair." The word dropped like a stone. "Marcus's flat in Mayfair, technically." Marcus. Right. Rory recalled the name from a Christmas card three years ago, the last one that had come before the silence. Marcus Pemberton, some city type. Finance. Mergers and acquisitions. The kind of man whose job title was essentially "wealth generator" and whose personality matched. "Congratulations." "Don't." Carys's voice sharpened. "Don't do that thing you do where you say one word and somehow make it sound like you've diagnosed my entire life." "What thing?" "The thing." She gestured with her glass. "That superior, knowing thing. Like you've figured something out everyone else missed." Rory turned on her stool. Actually looked at her old friend for the first time. The cheekbones were more pronounced, sculpted by someone very skilled with a needle. The eyes were the same, dark brown, but something behind them had calcified. A softness had hardened into something more practical. "Seven years." "Six and a half." "You counted." "So did you." Rory poured herself another whiskey. The bottle made a satisfying glug. Outside, a siren wailed past, and for a moment the green neon from the Raven's Nest sign painted them both in sickly light. "I tried to call," Carys said. "After you left Evan. Eva told me where you'd gone, and I tried to call." "Once." "Twice. The second time your phone was disconnected." "I was busy." "Busy." Carys laughed, but it wasn't the old laugh. This one was smaller, more controlled. "Running away tends to keep one busy." "We called it relocating." "We called it lots of things." She set down her glass. "Do you remember that night in third year? That awful party at Tomos Henderson's flat?" Rory remembered. The cheap wine, the worse music, Carys pulling her into the kitchen and telling her she deserved better than Evan. The way Carys had held her hands and said she'd help her leave, that they'd figure it out together. "You said you'd be there." "I know." "You weren't." "I know." Carys's jaw tightened. "Marcus and I had just started seeing each other. His firm was hosting some event, and I couldn't—" "You couldn't miss a networking opportunity while your best friend was being suffocated by a man who left bruises where no one could see?" The words landed harder than Rory intended. The bar seemed to contract around them. Silas had conveniently found something requiring his attention at the far end, near the old maps. "That's not fair." "Isn't it?" "You disappeared in the middle of the night, Rory. You didn't call, you didn't write, you didn't let me know you were alive until Eva forwarded that Christmas card with no return address. I didn't know if you were dead in a ditch somewhere or starting over or what." Carys's voice cracked slightly before she controlled it. "You cut me out." "You weren't there." "I couldn't be there! You never let me be there!" The outburst surprised them both. Carys smoothed down her coat, composing herself with visible effort. "You always did that. Built your walls and then blamed everyone else for not scaling them." The whiskey sat heavy in Rory's stomach. She thought of her flat upstairs, the quiet of it, the safety of solitary spaces. She thought of Eva, the only one who'd ever managed to climb those walls, and even she had to be invited. "Marcus proposed last month." Rory blinked at the shift. "Congratulations. Again." "I said yes." "Of course you did." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing." Rory swirled her drink. "Everything. You wanted the gallery, the Italian villa, the life where you could paint every day. Instead you got the Mayfair flat and the finance husband and the beige nails." Carys looked at her hands as if seeing them for the first time. Her throat worked. "Do you know what my mother said when I told her about Marcus? She said, 'Finally, something sensible.' Sensible. Like my entire life before him was some fever dream I needed to wake up from." "Your mother always preferred sensible." "She preferred alive. Preferably comfortable and alive." Carys turned on her stool, facing Rory directly. "You think you're the only one who had to survive? You think you're the only one who made compromises?" "I think you gave up." "You think I gave up." She repeated the words slowly. "I think I chose differently. There's a difference, Rory. There's a difference between choosing survival and giving up, even if they look the same from the outside." The bar noise swelled around them. A group near the door laughed too loud at something. Someone fed coins into the aging jukebox, and Tom Waits growled to life. "I miss who you were," Rory said quietly. "You miss who you were through me." Carys touched her arm. "I'm still me. Just... a me that learned to navigate the world as it is, not as I wished it could be." "And that's enough?" "It has to be. That's the thing about survival, love. It doesn't ask if it's enough. It just keeps you breathing." Rory stared at her old friend. In the dim light of the Raven's Nest, with the smoke and the neon and the weight of six and a half years between them, she could almost see the ghost of the girl who'd once kissed her at a pub and apologised for it the next day. Almost. "Why are you here, Carys?" "Evan's dead." The words dropped into the space between them. Rory's hand froze around her glass. "Car accident. Three weeks ago. He lost control on the M4 near Swansea." "How do you know?" "Because I was there. In the car." The silence that followed was absolute, even with the jukebox and the laughter and the clink of glasses. Rory's pulse throbbed in her ears. "He found me through mutual friends. Said he'd changed. Said he wanted to apologise, to make amends." Carys's voice had gone flat. "He hadn't changed. They never change, do they? They just learn better ways to hide it." "Are you—" "I'm fine. The airbags deployed. He went through the windscreen." Rory couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. The ghost of Evan's hands on her skin, the memory of his voice in her ear, the crescent scar on her wrist from the night she'd finally fought back, all of it surged up like bile. "Marcus thinks it was a business associate," Carys continued. "He doesn't know about you. About any of it." "Of course he doesn't." "He's not like Evan." "No. He's just the kind of man you settle for when you've stopped believing you deserve more." Carys flinched. Actually flinched, like Rory had struck her. For a moment, the mask slipped, and beneath it was something raw and bleeding and achingly familiar. "I came here to tell you that you're free." Carys stood, pulling her coat tight. "Whatever hold he had on you, whatever part of you was still looking over your shoulder, it's done. I thought you should hear it from someone who was there." "You came all the way to Soho to tell me my abuser was dead?" "I came all the way to Soho because you were the only person who ever understood why I couldn't breathe in Cardiff anymore. And I thought, maybe, you'd understand why I went with him that night. Why I needed to see for myself." "Understand or forgive?" Carys's laugh was hollow. "Does it matter?" Silas appeared from nowhere, a card between his fingers. He pressed it into Carys's palm. "If you need to talk to someone. Professional. Discreet." She looked at the card, then at Silas, then at Rory. Something passed between the three of them, some unspoken understanding of the shape of survival. "Thank you." She left without another word, the door swinging shut behind her, leaving only the cold draft and the fading scent of expensive perfume. Rory stared at her whiskey. The glass had somehow emptied again. "Evan?" Silas's voice was careful. "Ex. Long story." "The short version?" Rory touched the scar on her wrist. "He's dead." The bar door crashed open. A man stood silhouetted in the entrance, breathing hard, his suit dishevelled and his eyes wild. He scanned the room with the desperate focus of someone hunting. "Where is she?" Marcus Pemberton's voice cracked on the words. "Where's my wife?"
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags21
adverbTagCount3
adverbTags
0"The word dropped like [like]"
1"Carys's voice cracked slightly [slightly]"
2"Rory said quietly [quietly]"
dialogueSentences99
tagDensity0.212
leniency0.424
rawRatio0.143
effectiveRatio0.061
91.65% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1796
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"very"
count1
1
adverb"slightly"
count1
2
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"very"
1"slightly"
2"slowly"
60.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0"Blackwood"
found
0"Henderson"
1"Marcus"
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
58.24% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1796
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"lilt"
count1
1
word"practiced ease"
count1
2
word"flicked"
count1
3
word"silence"
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4
word"stomach"
count1
5
word"solitary"
count1
6
word"comfortable"
count1
7
word"navigate"
count1
8
word"weight"
count1
9
word"pulse"
count1
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word"throbbed"
count1
11
word"familiar"
count1
12
word"unspoken"
count1
13
word"scanned"
count1
highlights
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3"silence"
4"stomach"
5"solitary"
6"comfortable"
7"navigate"
8"weight"
9"pulse"
10"throbbed"
11"familiar"
12"unspoken"
13"scanned"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences100
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences100
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"managed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences177
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen57
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1796
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions23
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
16.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions75
wordCount1011
uniqueNames22
maxNameDensity2.27
worstName"Carys"
maxWindowNameDensity4.5
worstWindowName"Carys"
discoveredNames
Silas6
Golden1
Empress1
November1
Rory21
Welsh1
Tuesday1
Morgan1
Cardiff1
University1
Carys23
Italy1
French-manicured1
Marcus3
Christmas1
Pemberton2
Raven2
Nest2
Evan2
Eva1
Tom1
Waits1
persons
0"Silas"
1"Rory"
2"Morgan"
3"Carys"
4"Marcus"
5"Pemberton"
6"Raven"
7"Evan"
8"Eva"
9"Tom"
10"Waits"
places
0"Cardiff"
1"Italy"
2"Christmas"
globalScore0.363
windowScore0.167
71.88% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences64
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"looked like before"
1"as if seeing them for the first time"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.557
wordCount1796
matches
0"Not the good kind of burn that made you forget, but the kind"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences177
matches
0"leave, that they'd"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs107
mean16.79
std16.61
cv0.989
sampleLengths
030
163
229
34
444
51
66
72
881
925
107
116
1220
133
142
1510
164
1726
183
191
2017
211
2212
234
2412
2546
261
2726
282
2919
3049
312
324
332
343
3534
3621
371
388
393
4022
414
4226
4341
445
452
462
4723
4824
4930
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences100
matches
0"being struck"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs170
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences177
ratio0
matches(empty)
96.45% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount749
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount33
adverbRatio0.044058744993324434
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.009345794392523364
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences177
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences177
mean10.15
std9.43
cv0.929
sampleLengths
05
125
226
310
43
524
629
74
83
913
1028
111
126
132
1429
1527
1625
1725
187
196
2010
216
224
233
242
259
261
274
2810
296
3010
313
321
336
3411
351
3612
374
387
395
401
411
4220
435
441
453
4615
471
484
4922
61.39% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.4124293785310734
totalSentences177
uniqueOpeners73
73.26% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences91
matches
0"Actually looked at her old"
1"Actually flinched, like Rory had"
ratio0.022
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount16
totalSentences91
matches
0"His way of saying she'd"
1"She ignored him."
2"Her hand stilled around the"
3"His eyes flicked between them,"
4"He left the bottle."
5"Her nails were French-manicured, practical"
6"She gestured with her glass"
7"She set down her glass"
8"She thought of her flat"
9"She thought of Eva, the"
10"Her throat worked."
11"She repeated the words slowly"
12"He pressed it into Carys's"
13"She looked at the card,"
14"She left without another word,"
15"He scanned the room with"
ratio0.176
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount84
totalSentences91
matches
0"The whiskey burned going down."
1"Rory set the glass on"
2"His way of saying she'd"
3"She ignored him."
4"The Golden Empress delivery bag"
5"The door swung open, bringing"
6"Rory didn't turn."
7"London was full of women"
8"The odds of this particular"
9"Her hand stilled around the"
10"Carys Morgan slid onto the"
11"The last time Rory had"
12"That Carys had laughed too"
13"This Carys wore diamond studs"
14"Silas appeared with the whiskey,"
15"His eyes flicked between them,"
16"The word came out harder"
17"He left the bottle."
18"Carys wrapped her fingers around"
19"Her nails were French-manicured, practical"
ratio0.923
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences91
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences36
technicalSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags21
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags5
fancyCount3
fancyTags
0"Carys laughed (laugh)"
1"She repeated (repeat)"
2"Carys continued (continue)"
dialogueSentences99
tagDensity0.051
leniency0.101
rawRatio0.6
effectiveRatio0.061
84.3178%