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Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0PM6DDJ58SGKRWGK9YSGV0
Run Details
Model:
GPT-5.5
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Horror: alone in an eerie place at night
Duration:
1m 26s
Cost:
$0.103000
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
98.05%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
72.69%
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)
62.17%
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)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
46.14%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
63.61%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
72.60%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
95.42%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
93.6892%
Overall
Model input
System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Horror genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)"> <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation> <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones> <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior> <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora> <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description> </location> <item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas"> <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor> <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial> <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size> <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior> <glow>faint inner glow</glow> <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description> </item> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the horror genre. A character is alone in a strange, isolated place at night. They came here for a reason, but something feels off from the moment they arrive. The wrongness builds slowly — sounds that shouldn't be there, things that move at the edge of vision, a growing certainty that they are not alone. Build tension through restraint, not through gore. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for the character and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>
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Aurora Carter tripped over the
first bone at the edge of the standing stones and caught herself against an oak that had no business being warm.
The bark pressed against her
palm like skin left too long under a fever. She pulled back at once, breath trapped behind her teeth, and looked down. Not a bone.
A pale root curled out
of the earth, smooth and jointed, with a knuckle-like swelling where her boot had struck it.
It vanished beneath a mat
of violets and yellow-eyed wildflowers, all blooming as if the year had forgotten how to end. “Brilliant.” Her voice fell flat. The grove drank it.
Aurora adjusted the strap of
the insulated delivery bag on her shoulder. Golden Empress. Red vinyl.
A smiling gold dragon on
the side, now scuffed with mud from the track through Richmond Park. Inside sat one paper parcel wrapped in butcher’s twine, still hot enough to sweat through the cardboard container.
Yu-Fei had not asked questions
when the order came in. Neither had Aurora, at first. Paid in cash.
Delivery address, the old oak
stones, Richmond Park. Customer name, Isolde. No phone number.
Yu-Fei had held the slip
between two fingers as if the paper might bite. “No tip worth a curse, Rory.” “It’s just dumplings.” “For someone who writes with ink that smells like funerals?” That should have been enough.
It would have been enough
for anyone with a sensible relationship to danger.
Aurora had taken the job
anyway, because the handwriting on the receipt matched the note that had arrived with the Heartstone Pendant three weeks ago. Come when the Grove calls.
The pendant lay beneath her
shirt now, a deep crimson thumbnail of a stone on a silver chain.
It pulsed against her chest
with faint
warmth
, slow as a resting heart. Warm near a Hel portal, according to Silas, who had said it with a glass in one hand and no humour in his face.
The thought made her step
back from the stones. Behind her, the path through the park had gone. Aurora turned in a clean, sharp motion.
She knew the way she
had come.
She had marked the split
trunk, the iron fence in the distance, the long sweep of deer-cropped grass beyond the brambles.
Now black trees crowded close
behind her, their branches woven so
tightly
that they made a wall. No path. No city glow. No soft traffic hiss from beyond the park.
Only the old oak standing
stones.
They ringed the clearing in
uneven intervals, each one grown from living wood turned grey and hard as weathered bone. Knots in the bark suggested faces if she looked too long. Mouths. Shut eyes. One had a split down its centre like a wound stitched with moss. Aurora swallowed and raised the paper parcel. “Delivery for Isolde.” The grove listened. A twig snapped somewhere to her left. Not loud. Not dramatic. A small, plain sound. The kind a fox might make passing through undergrowth. Aurora turned her head. Wildflowers moved in a narrow line across the clearing, bending as something passed through them. Nothing showed above the stems. The movement stopped when she saw it. “Right. That’s normal.”
Her bright blue eyes tracked
the flowers.
Her fingers slid into her
jacket pocket and closed around the small utility knife she used to cut parcel tape. A pathetic weapon against whatever required ancient oak stones and nameless food orders, but
familiar
mattered. Familiar kept the hand steady. The delivery bag creaked on her shoulder.
She stepped over the pale
root and entered the ring. The air changed at once. London vanished from her skin. No petrol, no wet pavement, no takeaway grease lingering in her hair after a long shift. The grove smelled of crushed mint, damp bark, and something sweet turning rotten beneath the soil. The taste of metal crept over her tongue. The Heartstone warmed. Not much. Enough. At the centre of the clearing stood a low flat stone like an altar, though Aurora refused to give it that word. Calling a thing an altar invited the sort of evening where people expected you to lie down on it.
She placed the parcel on
the stone and kept one hand on the strap of the bag. “Order’s here. I’ll mark it delivered in spirit, since apparently O2 doesn’t cover haunted shrubbery.” Her phone showed no signal. It also showed 03:17. That was impossible.
She had left the Golden
Empress just after ten. Aurora locked the screen and put the phone away. A soft knock came from one of the standing stones. She froze. Knock. Knock-knock. The sound came again from behind her. Wood on wood. A polite, careful tapping, like a neighbour at a shared wall. Aurora turned. The nearest stone had changed. No, not changed.
She had not looked at
it properly before. That was all. The split in its centre
seemed wider now, the moss stitches stretched
. Sap glistened along the seam, dark and thick. Knock-knock. From inside the trunk. Aurora’s hand tightened around the utility knife until the plastic casing bit into her palm. “Isolde?” The knocking stopped. A woman laughed somewhere above her. Aurora snapped her gaze upward. Branches knotted across the sky, black leaves layered so densely that not a single star showed through. Something pale slipped between two boughs. A foot? A hand? A strip of cloth? Gone. The parcel on the stone shifted. Twine tightened by itself. The paper browned at the corners as steam seeped out, fragrant with ginger, chilli oil, and pork. Then another scent bled through. Smoke from a candle just blown out. Aurora backed away from the stone. “Food’s paid for. Transaction complete.” “You brought the wrong hunger.” The voice came from behind her ear. Aurora spun and slashed with the utility knife. No one stood there.
Her blade had cut through
a hanging strand of moss. It dangled in two pieces, pale sap dripping from the severed ends. The drops struck the flowers below. Tick-tock. No clock. No watch. Tick-tock. The flowers nearest the sap closed, one by one, petals folding inward like fingers. Aurora stepped away. “Who’s speaking?” “The girl with the red heart asks questions.” This time the voice came from the parcel. The butcher’s paper bulged. Aurora stared as the twine sawed itself loose. Not untied. Sawed. The cord jerked back and forth against the damp paper with brisk little movements. Fibres snapped. “No.” She grabbed the parcel. The moment her fingers touched it, heat slammed up her arm. Images flashed across her sight, too fast, too sharp. A door made of black ice opening under a hill. A line of women with their mouths sewn shut.
Her own left wrist, crescent
scar split open, pouring crimson light instead of blood. Aurora wrenched her hand away and stumbled. Her heel struck another root. She hit the ground hard, shoulder first, and the delivery bag slid off her arm. The parcel burst open. Dumplings rolled across the altar stone. Six of them. Plump, white,
glistening
with oil. Then each one unfolded. Not like food. Like a thing waking. Thin wet petals peeled back from the dough. Small black seeds lay inside, packed in rows. They clicked together. Tick-tock. Aurora pushed herself up on one elbow. Her wrist
throbbed
where the crescent scar pulled tight beneath the skin. The Heartstone burned hotter now,
no longer a pulse but
a warning pressed against her sternum. A Hel portal. Silas’ voice, stripped of swagger. If it warms, leave. If it burns, run.
If it sings, pray you
know
the words. The pendant
began to
hum. Low. Almost tender. All around the clearing, the standing stones answered. Their seams opened. Aurora scrambled to her feet. The utility knife lay in the flowers a few steps away. She lunged for it, and something beneath the earth lunged with her. A root looped around her ankle. It pulled once. Aurora hit the ground chest first. Air punched out of her. Soil filled her mouth, rich and damp, with the bitter tang of old leaves. She rolled onto her back and kicked. The root tightened. Its surface dimpled under her boot like flesh. “Get off.” Another root slid over her calf. Then another. She jackknifed up, hooked her fingers beneath the first root, and shoved her thumb into the crease where it crossed itself. Childhood climbing accidents, Cardiff rain gutters, Evan’s hand around her arm in a kitchen too small for escape, all of it had taught her the same lesson. Joints mattered. Pressure mattered. The root loosened. She ripped her leg free and rolled toward the knife. The flowers whispered as her body crushed them. Not leaves. Words. Laila. Aurora stopped moving. No one in London called her that. Evan had, near the end, when Rory had become too sharp in his mouth and Aurora too formal for his fits of apology. Laila had been his invention. A softer name for a woman he could corner. The grove whispered again. Laila. Laila. Laila. Aurora snatched the knife and rose with mud on her cheek. “Wrong girl.” The flowers fell silent. From the open seams in the standing stones, hands emerged. Not full hands at first. Fingertips. Long, pale, jointed things, their nails dark with soil. They pressed from inside the oak, flexing
as if testing the air
. One hand gripped the edge of a split trunk and pulled. Bark groaned. Moss tore like old thread. Aurora backed toward the gap where the path should have been. The trees behind her remained locked together, branches braided in a hard black mass. The pendant’s hum grew louder. The sound burrowed into her teeth. “Isolde.” Aurora forced the name through the pressure in her throat. “If this is your grove, call it off.” A figure appeared on the far side of the ring. Tall. Still. Wrapped in a gown the colour of old cream. Hair hung over its face in ropes of silver and leaf mould. It stood between two stones, though Aurora had not heard it arrive. The hands in the trees stopped moving. Aurora held the knife low. “You ordered from the Golden Empress?” The figure tilted its head. “Yu-Fei says next time you can collect it yourself.” A smile opened beneath the curtain of hair. Too wide. Too many teeth. “Carter child. Barrister’s blood. Teacher’s tongue. Runaway spine.” Aurora’s
stomach
clenched, but her face stayed still. “Bit personal for someone who didn’t leave a postcode.” “You came because ink remembered you.” “I came because someone sent me this.” She pulled the Heartstone from beneath her shirt. The clearing recoiled. Leaves drew back. Flowers bowed flat. The pale hands slammed against the insides of their wooden prisons, fingers scrabbling, nails carving curls from the bark. The figure’s smile vanished. “Put that away.” That voice no longer drifted. It cut. Aurora kept the pendant raised. The crimson stone glowed from within, lighting her fingers red. The scar on her left wrist prickled, then opened in a fine bright line. No blood came out. Light did. She stared at it for half a breath. The figure moved. It crossed half the clearing without walking, gown trailing over flowers that blackened under its hem. Aurora slashed the air between them with the knife, but the blade passed through cloth and found nothing. Cold wrapped her throat. Invisible fingers lifted her onto her toes. The Heartstone flared. The grip broke. Aurora dropped, coughed, and staggered sideways. She hit the altar stone with her hip. The unfolded dumplings clicked their seeds faster, tick-tick-tick-tick, no longer clocklike, more like insects under floorboards. The figure bent close. Under the hanging hair, its eyes were holes packed with tiny moving roots. “You should have left it buried in Dymas.” “I didn’t dig it up.” “No. You were chosen. Worse.” Aurora’s mind
raced
through the grove’s rules, the few she knew. Fae places loved bargains. Names carried
weight
. Food mattered. Time lied. Doors opened both ways if you found the hinge. The Heartstone burned near Hel portals.
If it burned here, the
portal had to be close. Not in the trees. Not in the stones. Her eyes
flicked
to the altar. The dumplings had arranged themselves into a circle. Their black seeds
trembled
toward the centre of the stone, where a hairline crack had appeared. Red light seeped through it, darker than fire, thicker than shadow. A doorway under the food. Of course. “Isolde didn’t order dinner,” Aurora said. The figure paused. The hanging hair shifted. “No.” “She ordered bait.” The smile returned. “Clever girls chew the sweetest.” The crack widened. A breath rose from beneath the altar, cold and stale, carrying the stink of iron chains, burnt hair, and winter graves. Far below, something exhaled in answer to the Heartstone’s hum. Aurora seized the delivery bag from the ground. The figure lunged again. Aurora swung the red vinyl bag into its face. The smiling gold dragon struck hair and teeth. The figure shrieked, a sound like a violin string tightened until it snapped. Not pain. Outrage. Aurora grabbed the open parcel paper from the altar and swept the dumplings into the bag with one frantic motion. The clicking seeds went wild. The crack in the stone stuttered. “No.” The figure’s voice multiplied from every standing stone. “No, no, no, no.” Hands burst farther out of the trunks. Forearms followed, slick with sap. One stone split down to its base, and a narrow face pressed through the opening, bark fused to its cheeks, mouth stretched around a nest of roots. Aurora yanked the bag zip shut. Inside, the dumplings battered against the vinyl. Tick-tick. Thud. Tick. The red light under the altar dimmed to a slit. She ran for the tree wall. The grove moved to stop her. Branches dipped. Roots rose. Flowers twisted their heads, showing black centres like watching pupils. Aurora dodged left, then right, not straight, never straight. She vaulted a low root and cut another as it snapped at her shin. Pale sap sprayed her jeans. The tree wall
loomed
ahead, sealed tight. Aurora did not slow. She tore the Heartstone from her neck. The silver chain broke and bit a shallow line across her skin. She clenched the pendant in her left hand, scar to stone, light to light. The wall shuddered. “Open.” Nothing. Behind her, the figure screamed again. Closer. Aurora slammed the Heartstone against the woven branches. “Open, or I feed them first.” The bag in her other hand convulsed. The things inside clicked in a hungry rush. For one second, the grove held its breath. Then the branches peeled apart. Beyond them lay
not Richmond Park, but a corridor of black ice descending under the earth, lit from
below by a red glow that
pulsed
like a wound. Aurora skidded at the threshold. The pendant sang. Behind her, the figure struck the ground on all fours, limbs bent the wrong way, gown split around a body of bark, bone, and root. Its hair whipped back from its face. The holes where its eyes should have
been filled
with tiny white hands, all reaching. The delivery bag ripped. One pale dumpling-thing forced itself through the seam and opened wet petals toward Aurora’s wrist. From the black ice corridor, something vast knocked three times from the other side of the dark. Knock. Knock-knock.
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
2
adverbTagCount
0
adverbTags
(empty)
dialogueSentences
35
tagDensity
0.057
leniency
0.114
rawRatio
0
effectiveRatio
0
98.05%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2563
totalAiIsmAdverbs
1
found
0
adverb
"tightly"
count
1
highlights
0
"tightly"
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)
72.69%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2563
totalAiIsms
14
found
0
word
"pulsed"
count
2
1
word
"warmth"
count
1
2
word
"familiar"
count
2
3
word
"glistening"
count
1
4
word
"throbbed"
count
1
5
word
"pulse"
count
1
6
word
"stomach"
count
1
7
word
"raced"
count
1
8
word
"weight"
count
1
9
word
"flicked"
count
1
10
word
"trembled"
count
1
11
word
"loomed"
count
1
highlights
0
"pulsed"
1
"warmth"
2
"familiar"
3
"glistening"
4
"throbbed"
5
"pulse"
6
"stomach"
7
"raced"
8
"weight"
9
"flicked"
10
"trembled"
11
"loomed"
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
320
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
1
hedgeCount
1
narrationSentences
320
filterMatches
0
"know"
hedgeMatches
0
"began to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
354
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
repeatedSegmentCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
28
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
2563
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
7
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
62.17%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
90
wordCount
2391
uniqueNames
20
maxNameDensity
1.76
worstName
"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity
3
worstWindowName
"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Carter
1
Empress
2
Richmond
3
Park
3
Aurora
42
Isolde
1
Heartstone
9
Pendant
1
Grove
1
Hel
3
Silas
1
Golden
2
Cardiff
1
Evan
2
London
2
Rory
1
One
4
Knock-knock
3
Tick-tock
3
Laila
5
persons
0
"Carter"
1
"Aurora"
2
"Heartstone"
3
"Pendant"
4
"Grove"
5
"Silas"
6
"Evan"
7
"Rory"
8
"One"
9
"Laila"
places
0
"Richmond"
1
"Park"
2
"Hel"
3
"Cardiff"
4
"London"
globalScore
0.622
windowScore
0.667
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
168
glossingSentenceCount
2
matches
0
"seemed wider now, the moss stitches stretched"
1
"as if testing the air"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
2
per1kWords
0.78
wordCount
2563
matches
0
"no longer a pulse but"
1
"not Richmond Park, but a corridor of black ice descending under the earth, lit from"
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
0
totalSentences
354
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
215
mean
11.92
std
13.13
cv
1.102
sampleLengths
0
26
1
27
2
3
3
42
4
1
5
8
6
66
7
3
8
8
9
3
10
3
11
14
12
6
13
3
14
10
15
18
16
25
17
5
18
31
19
24
20
9
21
9
22
65
23
6
24
47
25
7
26
3
27
3
28
7
29
17
30
4
31
27
32
3
33
48
34
7
35
10
36
5
37
45
38
3
39
2
40
1
41
58
42
15
43
9
44
12
45
9
46
10
47
2
48
2
49
21
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
1
totalSentences
320
matches
0
"been filled"
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
387
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
354
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1256
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
41
adverbRatio
0.03264331210191083
lyAdverbCount
4
lyAdverbRatio
0.0031847133757961785
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
354
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
354
mean
7.24
std
5.6
cv
0.773
sampleLengths
0
26
1
14
2
13
3
3
4
21
5
21
6
1
7
4
8
4
9
12
10
2
11
2
12
17
13
18
14
10
15
5
16
3
17
8
18
3
19
3
20
14
21
6
22
3
23
10
24
5
25
13
26
25
27
5
28
18
29
13
30
24
31
9
32
9
33
7
34
7
35
21
36
17
37
2
38
3
39
8
40
6
41
20
42
11
43
1
44
2
45
13
46
7
47
3
48
3
49
7
46.14%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
30
diversityRatio
0.327683615819209
totalSentences
354
uniqueOpeners
116
63.61%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
5
totalSentences
262
matches
0
"Only the old oak standing"
1
"Then another scent bled through."
2
"Then each one unfolded."
3
"Too many teeth."
4
"Then the branches peeled apart."
ratio
0.019
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
44
totalSentences
262
matches
0
"She pulled back at once,"
1
"It vanished beneath a mat"
2
"Her voice fell flat."
3
"It would have been enough"
4
"It pulsed against her chest"
5
"She knew the way she"
6
"She had marked the split"
7
"They ringed the clearing in"
8
"Her bright blue eyes tracked"
9
"Her fingers slid into her"
10
"She stepped over the pale"
11
"She placed the parcel on"
12
"Her phone showed no signal."
13
"It also showed 03:17."
14
"She had left the Golden"
15
"She had not looked at"
16
"Her blade had cut through"
17
"It dangled in two pieces,"
18
"She grabbed the parcel."
19
"Her own left wrist, crescent"
ratio
0.168
72.60%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
203
totalSentences
262
matches
0
"Aurora Carter tripped over the"
1
"The bark pressed against her"
2
"She pulled back at once,"
3
"A pale root curled out"
4
"It vanished beneath a mat"
5
"Her voice fell flat."
6
"The grove drank it."
7
"Aurora adjusted the strap of"
8
"A smiling gold dragon on"
9
"Yu-Fei had not asked questions"
10
"Neither had Aurora, at first."
11
"Delivery address, the old oak"
12
"Customer name, Isolde."
13
"Yu-Fei had held the slip"
14
"That should have been enough."
15
"It would have been enough"
16
"Aurora had taken the job"
17
"The pendant lay beneath her"
18
"It pulsed against her chest"
19
"The thought made her step"
ratio
0.775
95.42%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
5
totalSentences
262
matches
0
"Now black trees crowded close"
1
"If it warms, leave."
2
"If it burns, run."
3
"If it sings, pray you"
4
"If it burned here, the"
ratio
0.019
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
87
technicalSentenceCount
3
matches
0
"It vanished beneath a mat of violets and yellow-eyed wildflowers, all blooming as if the year had forgotten how to end."
1
"Warm near a Hel portal, according to Silas, who had said it with a glass in one hand and no humour in his face."
2
"It crossed half the clearing without walking, gown trailing over flowers that blackened under its hem."
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
2
uselessAdditionCount
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
1
fancyCount
0
fancyTags
(empty)
dialogueSentences
35
tagDensity
0.029
leniency
0.057
rawRatio
0
effectiveRatio
0
93.6892%