Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ7344139DHF1G20PAMSZD09

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4m 1s
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$0.038611
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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>
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> <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
Rory jammed the wobble-wheeled trolley between the heavy oak table and the wall, the plastic casters shrieking as she shoved the cardboard boxes toward the counter. Silas didn't look up from the glass he polished. He only grunted, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated through the mahogany. "Yu-Fei charged double for the drunken prawn crackers, Si. I'm marking it up." Silas set the glass down with a precise clink. His silver signet ring caught the dim light and threw a jagged reflection onto the map of Prague plastered behind the mirror. "Yu-Fei knows the Soho premium. You're not a courier, Aurora. You're a logistical asset. Act like it." Rory snatched a receipt from the stack and slid it across the scarred wood. "The premium covers the risk of Drunk Dave spilling his lager on the receipts. And you're calling me Aurora again. We discussed this." Silas's polishing cloth stopped moving. His hazel eyes narrowed, scanning the reflection in the mirror before fixing on Rory. "That's not a customer." He murmured the words, his voice dropping an octave. "That's a ghost." The door had opened and the air shifted, carrying the scent of stale perfume and wet wool. Rory kept her eyes on the till, but her reflection betrayed her. The girl in the glass stiffened, her bright blue eyes widening a fraction before she forced her expression flat. She didn't need to turn. She knew the cadence of the boots on the floorboards. She knew the slight lisp on the sibilants that her university rival had worked years to hide. "Rory." The voice cracked like a dry leaf snapping under a heel. Rory's pen froze. The ink bled into a black star on the receipt. She turned slowly. Maeve stood five paces away. The trench coat hanging off her narrow frame had once been camel wool, bought with the first paycheck from a Manchester firm, but now it lay grey and ragged, the fraying hem damp from the London drizzle. Her face was gaunt, the skin pulled tight over cheekbones that sharpened like cut glass. A fresh bruise bloomed along her left jawline, yellowing at the edges. The straight black hair Rory knew so well was gone, replaced by a choppy uneven cut that did little to hide the exhaustion etched into every line. Maeve's fingers trembled as she reached for a lighter. Silas let out a soft cough-hack, the sound of old smoke fighting for breath, and slid an ashtray across the bar. Maeve ignored the gesture, the flame flaring too bright. She took a drag and exhaled a cloud of blue smoke that curled around her face, obscuring the bruise for a second. "Silas Blackwood." Maeve's gaze slid to the bar. Recognition flared, then died. "The Spymaster. I heard you retired to the wine trade." "I retired to drink it. There's a difference." Silas didn't move from behind the bar, but his limp shifted his weight imperceptibly to the right, a soldier's stance. "Maeve O'Connor. Last I heard, you were topping the solicitor rankings. Telling judges what to do in Manchester." "Rankings." Maeve laughed, a brittle sound that fractured in the quiet room. She reached the table and dropped a leather folio onto the wood. The impact jarred Rory's pen again. "Rankings for the firm that owns me. I have my own now. A little practice. No clients. Just debts." Rory tore the receipt and slid the drinks toward the counter. Her hand drifted to her left wrist, fingers rubbing the small crescent scar without thinking. "What do you want, Maeve? If it's legal advice, you're in the wrong borough. If it's a drink, you're in the right place, but I'm on delivery payroll and Si doesn't pay for your tab." Maeve's composure slipped. She leaned against the table, the tremor in her hands making the lighter click against the porcelain. "Cardiff was the start. You ran. I stayed. I built things. I thought if I got close enough to the power, I could pull the strings. I thought O'Shea's legal wing was the way in." Rory felt the cold spike in her chest, sharper than the draft from the door. O'Shea. The name tasted like ash. Her father, Brendan Carter, had pulled every string to drop the charges after Evan attacked her. Rory had always assumed her father's influence had saved her. Now she wondered what price was paid. "You stayed in the lion's den," Rory said, her voice calm, steady. "You stayed and let him chew you up until he spat you out." She gestured to the bruise, the ragged coat. "You didn't survive, Maeve. You just took longer to drown." Maeve flinched. The cigarette burned down to the filter. She dropped it and crushed it under her heel. "Better drowning than hiding in Silas's attic like a rat. I have O'Shea's ledger. Every bribe, every body. It clears the Cardiff files. It clears your name. Your father took a bribe to drop the charges, Rory. He didn't save you. He sold you to buy his silence." Rory's grip tightened on the counter edge. The wood grain bit into her palms. "You used my father's name to get to me. That's your move. You traded my integrity for your career. Why come here? Why now?" "Because I have nowhere else to go." Maeve's voice dropped, the accent slipping back to the sharp Cardiff precision. "They know. O'Shea's cleanup crew. They took my flat this morning. They took the baby monitor." Rory's breath hitched. Maeve didn't have a child. That was the first lie, and it rang hollow. Silas stepped out from behind the bar. His signet ring clicked against his knuckles. "She's lying about the monitor. O'Shea's men don't care about monitors. They care about evidence. And you're carrying it right there." He nodded at the folio. "You're a mule, Maeve. You're bringing the heat to the nest. Why Rory? Why us?" Maeve's eyes flicked to the folio, then back to Rory. The desperation in her gaze sharpened into something predatory. "Because Rory has the quick mind. You said it yourself, you think outside the box. And Silas... Silas has the exit. You think I can't see the hidden door in the bookshelf? You think I don't know this bar is a front?" Silas stiffened. The air in the room tightened, the tension pulling thick as wire. "You've been watched." "I was followed." Maeve pushed off the table, her movements jerky. "From Cardiff. They let me board the train. They let me walk your streets. They want you to take the ledger. They want Silas Blackwood to touch O'Shea's secrets. It's a trap, you old fool. If you open that folio, you admit complicity. You admit you're still working." Rory stepped closer to Maeve, her posture relaxed, her eyes scanning the room. The black-and-white photographs on the walls seemed to watch. The maps offered routes, vectors of escape. She caught the glint of a lens in the window across the street. A reflection, or a eye. "You think I'm stupid?" Rory's voice dropped, smooth as oil. "I saw the reflection in the mirror before you even spoke. There's a car parked opposite. Black Volvo. No plates. Engine running. If this is a trap, you're the bait." Maeve's smile was thin, cruel. "I'm the message. Open the ledger, Silas. Show you have it. Send it back. Maybe they'll leave Rory alone. Maybe they'll leave the bar alone." Silas didn't reach for the folder. He reached for the register, his fingers dancing over the keys. A mechanical click echoed, the sound of a deadbolt engaging over the hum of the fridge. "She's not bait," Silas said, his voice hard. "She's a loose thread. And you're fraying." Maeve's hand shot to her pocket. Rory moved. Fast. She closed the distance in two strides, her elbow driving into Maeve's wrist before the hand could emerge. Maeve gasped, dropping the lighter. Rory caught the wrist, twisting it with a precision that spoke of years of delivery routes dodging potholes and aggressive punters. She forced the hand open. A burner phone lay there. The screen lit up. *Incoming Call.* "Don't answer it," Rory warned, her breath steady, her bright blue eyes locked on Maeve's. "Let it ring. Let them wonder." Maeve struggled, her shoulder bumping Rory's. The contact sent a spark up Rory's arm. She held firm, her grip iron. "You changed, Rory. You're cold. Just like him." "I'm alive," Rory countered. "Check your watch, Maeve. You left Cardiff at six. You arrived at eight. That's a two-hour hop for a train that takes three. You flew. Private terminal. O'Shea didn't send cleanup. He sent a courier. You're not the messenger. You're the package." The phone buzzed again. Then a voice came through the speaker, distorted, digital. "Asset delivered. Verify pickup." Silas was already moving. He crossed the bar in three long strides, his limp ignored, his body coiling like a spring. He reached down and grabbed the folio before Rory could react. "Si, no," Rory hissed. Silas didn't look at the folio. He looked at the bookshelf behind him. His hand shot out and pushed the leather-bound volume of Dickens to the left. It stuck with a heavy thud. With a shove, the entire shelf swivelled inward, revealing the dark maw of the secret room. "Rory. Kitchen. Now." Silas roared the words, shoving the folio into Maeve's chest. She fumbled, the folder catching. "Take her. Lock the fire escape." Rory released Maeve and spun toward the staff door. Her hand hit the handle. The front window shattered inward. Glass exploded into the room, a storm of sharp crystal catching the green neon spill from the sign above the door. Rory ducked, the letter opener from her apron pocket flashing in her hand. A figure burst through the jagged hole, a silhouetted mass of tactical gear and suppressed weaponry. The sound of a shot cracked through the silence, followed instantly by the slap of impact on wood. Silas's body jerked. The signet ring skittered across the floorboards, spinning, catching the light as it rolled toward the bar. Rory froze. The darkness of the staff door seemed to pull at her, offering safety. The sound of glass crunching under boots filled the room. "Silas!" Maeve screamed, the name tearing from her throat. Rory didn't wait. She dropped to her knees, crawling toward the fallen mentor, the wet slap of blood on the floorboards guiding her steps. Her fingers closed around Silas's arm. It was already cooling. His hazel eyes stared past her, fixed on the bookshelf, his lips moving in a silent command. Rory looked up. Three more figures poured through the window, their movements synchronized, their faces buried in scarves. The leader raised a suppressed pistol, the barrel level with Rory's chest. "Checkmate," the distorted voice said. Rory's grip tightened on Silas's signet ring. She didn't look at the gun. She looked at the bookshelf. At the gap in the wood where the Dickens volume had been. She kicked Silas's leg, hard. The old man's body rolled, exposing the mechanism behind the counter. A lever clicked. The floor beneath the leader dropped. The figure screamed as the trapdoor, rigged for emergencies, swallowed him whole. The others fired, bullets chewing the mahogany counter where Rory lay a second before. Rory scrambled up, dragging the heavy folio from Maeve's stunned grasp, her eyes meeting the leader's. She smiled. "Your move," Rory whispered. She threw the folio into the open trapdoor and dived after it.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags18
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences44
tagDensity0.409
leniency0.818
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.40% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1922
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0"Blackwood"
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
45.37% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1922
totalAiIsms21
found
0
word"vibrated"
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1
word"charged"
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2
word"scanning"
count2
3
word"etched"
count1
4
word"trembled"
count1
5
word"weight"
count1
6
word"fractured"
count1
7
word"porcelain"
count1
8
word"silence"
count2
9
word"flicked"
count1
10
word"tension"
count1
11
word"glint"
count1
12
word"dancing"
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word"mechanical"
count1
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word"echoed"
count1
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word"maw"
count1
16
word"shattered"
count1
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word"crystal"
count1
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word"synchronized"
count1
highlights
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2"scanning"
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5"weight"
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10"tension"
11"glint"
12"dancing"
13"mechanical"
14"echoed"
15"maw"
16"shattered"
17"crystal"
18"synchronized"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences138
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences138
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences164
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen48
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords2
totalWords1922
ratio0.001
matches
0"Incoming Call."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
16.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions82
wordCount1328
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity2.56
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity4.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Prague1
Rory34
Manchester1
London1
Recognition1
Maeve22
Brendan1
Carter1
Evan1
Cardiff1
Silas16
Dickens2
persons
0"Rory"
1"Recognition"
2"Maeve"
3"Brendan"
4"Carter"
5"Evan"
6"Silas"
places
0"Prague"
1"Manchester"
2"London"
3"Cardiff"
globalScore0.22
windowScore0.167
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences96
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1922
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences164
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs57
mean33.72
std21.71
cv0.644
sampleLengths
049
113
248
337
435
580
61
727
896
961
1022
1146
1249
1361
1455
1554
1643
1766
1838
1935
2017
2155
2261
2317
2459
2547
2640
2730
2848
2958
3011
3121
3228
3346
3413
354
3632
374
3849
3924
4014
415
4250
4318
4420
4525
469
4751
4830
495
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences138
matches
0"was gone"
1"was paid"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs240
matches
0"was already moving"
1"was already cooling"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences164
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1333
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount26
adverbRatio0.019504876219054765
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.003000750187546887
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences164
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences164
mean11.72
std8.88
cv0.757
sampleLengths
026
19
214
313
49
522
617
714
823
95
1014
1113
123
1317
1412
1519
165
1710
1817
191
2011
213
2210
233
245
2537
2615
2712
2827
299
3021
319
3222
338
344
3510
3628
3718
3812
3912
406
4119
4211
4315
4435
453
4617
4735
4815
491
42.68% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats12
diversityRatio0.23780487804878048
totalSentences164
uniqueOpeners39
26.25% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences127
matches
0"Then a voice came through"
ratio0.008
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount38
totalSentences127
matches
0"He only grunted, a low"
1"His silver signet ring caught"
2"His hazel eyes narrowed, scanning"
3"He murmured the words, his"
4"She didn't need to turn."
5"She knew the cadence of"
6"She knew the slight lisp"
7"She turned slowly."
8"Her face was gaunt, the"
9"She took a drag and"
10"She reached the table and"
11"Her hand drifted to her"
12"She leaned against the table,"
13"Her father, Brendan Carter, had"
14"She gestured to the bruise,"
15"She dropped it and crushed"
16"His signet ring clicked against"
17"He nodded at the folio"
18"She caught the glint of"
19"He reached for the register,"
ratio0.299
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount122
totalSentences127
matches
0"Rory jammed the wobble-wheeled trolley"
1"Silas didn't look up from"
2"He only grunted, a low"
3"Silas set the glass down"
4"His silver signet ring caught"
5"Rory snatched a receipt from"
6"Silas's polishing cloth stopped moving."
7"His hazel eyes narrowed, scanning"
8"He murmured the words, his"
9"The door had opened and"
10"Rory kept her eyes on"
11"The girl in the glass"
12"She didn't need to turn."
13"She knew the cadence of"
14"She knew the slight lisp"
15"The voice cracked like a"
16"Rory's pen froze."
17"The ink bled into a"
18"She turned slowly."
19"Maeve stood five paces away."
ratio0.961
39.37% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences127
matches
0"Now she wondered what price"
ratio0.008
77.92% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences55
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"Her face was gaunt, the skin pulled tight over cheekbones that sharpened like cut glass."
1"The straight black hair Rory knew so well was gone, replaced by a choppy uneven cut that did little to hide the exhaustion etched into every line."
2"Rory caught the wrist, twisting it with a precision that spoke of years of delivery routes dodging potholes and aggressive punters."
3"She dropped to her knees, crawling toward the fallen mentor, the wet slap of blood on the floorboards guiding her steps."
4"Rory scrambled up, dragging the heavy folio from Maeve's stunned grasp, her eyes meeting the leader's."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags18
uselessAdditionCount7
matches
0"He murmured, his voice dropping an octave"
1"Rory said, her voice calm, steady"
2"Maeve's voice dropped, the accent slipping back to the sharp Cardiff precision"
3"Maeve pushed, her movements jerky"
4"Silas said, his voice hard"
5"Rory warned, her breath steady, her bright blue eyes locked on Maeve's"
6"Maeve screamed, the name tearing from her throat"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags10
fancyCount7
fancyTags
0"He murmured (murmur)"
1"Maeve laughed (laugh)"
2"Rory warned (warn)"
3"Rory hissed (hiss)"
4"Silas roared (roar)"
5"Maeve screamed (scream)"
6"Rory whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences44
tagDensity0.227
leniency0.455
rawRatio0.7
effectiveRatio0.318
78.1885%