Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHQTE6FG45FH9DM6TVZ89H7

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43.4s
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$0.011725
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xAI

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance 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="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</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 romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. 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
Aurora yanked the deadbolt open on the third twist, her pulse hammering against the tiny crescent scar on her wrist. Lucien Moreau stood on the narrow landing above the curry house, platinum hair slicked back, charcoal suit cut sharp enough to slice bread. The scent of garam masala and hot oil drifted up from below, but all she smelled was him: cedar, smoke, and something darker that still lived in her dreams. “You.” The word left her flat. He leaned on that ivory-handled cane as if the stairs had personally offended him. “Hello, Rory.” She almost slammed the door. Almost. Instead she gripped the frame until the wood creaked. “Eva’s not here.” “I know.” One amber eye caught the light from the bare bulb overhead, the black one stayed shadowed. “I came for you.” Ptolemy chose that moment to wind between her ankles, purring like a traitor. Aurora scooped the tabby up one-handed, using the warm body as a shield. “We said everything in that alley behind Silas’ bar six months ago. Or have you developed selective memory along with the rest of your demonic inheritance?” Lucien’s mouth curved, small and dangerous. “Six months, three days. You counted too.” She hated how her stomach flipped at the precision. Hated more that he noticed. Inside the flat, every surface still wore Eva’s organised chaos: towers of books on Enochian sigils, half-finished translations pinned to the walls with coloured drawing pins, scrolls unrolling across the sagging sofa like abandoned party streamers. Aurora stepped back only because Ptolemy began to squirm, not because she wanted the Frenchman any closer. He took the invitation anyway. The cane tapped once against the threshold before he crossed it, closing the door behind him with a soft click that sounded louder than any shout. Three deadbolts. He didn’t bother with them. They both knew locks meant nothing to him. “You look tired,” he said. “You look like money.” A low chuckle. “Same suit I wore the night you left.” The night she had pressed herself against him in the rain, tasting thunder and bad decisions on his tongue. The night she had tasted copper too, when his claws had grazed her hip in the heat of it. She still carried the faint silvery lines. Aurora set Ptolemy on the kitchen counter. The cat immediately began batting at a stack of index cards. “Why are you here, Luc?” He moved deeper into the cramped space, gaze sweeping over the research notes as if reading state secrets. One gloved finger traced the edge of a diagram that showed the correct pronunciation for an Avaros binding circle. His father’s realm. She watched the leather stretch across his knuckles and remembered how those hands had mapped every inch of her. “Yu-Fei’s worried. You missed three deliveries this week. Golden Empress does not tolerate unreliability, even from pretty English girls with law degrees they refuse to use.” “I’ve been helping Eva track something.” Aurora folded her arms, suddenly aware she wore only an oversized Cardiff University hoodie and sleep shorts. The scar on her wrist itched under his scrutiny. “None of your business.” “Everything about you became my business the moment you fell into my world, ma belle.” The endearment slid out in French, soft as sin. He turned, heterochromatic eyes locking on hers. “The thing you’re tracking? It has a name. Malphora.” Ice slid down her spine. Her alias. The one she had used in that stupid underground fight club to keep her real name off the books. The one that had drawn the wrong kind of attention from creatures that wore human skin like cheap coats. Lucien watched the realisation hit. “You poked a nest of something ancient wearing your fake name like a target. Now it wants the real thing.” “I can handle it.” “Can you?” He stepped closer. The flat shrank around them until the air itself felt too small. “The last person who borrowed that name ended up in six separate bins across three postcodes. Different bins. Different postcodes. Someone had a sense of humour.” Her back met the edge of the cluttered dining table. A scroll rolled itself shut with an offended rustle. “And you came running to play saviour? After what you said to me?” The memory burned between them, bright as fresh hellfire. *You are human, fragile, temporary. I will watch you age and die and I will remember you fondly while I fuck someone who can keep up.* He had said it while still inside her, voice rough with the very need that made the words a lie. Lucien’s jaw tightened. For the first time the impeccable fixer looked almost human. “I was trying to make you leave.” “Congratulations. It worked.” “I changed my mind.” The words hung there, simple and devastating. Aurora laughed, the sound cracking in the middle. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to push me away and then show up on my doorstep looking like sin in a suit because some demon with a thesaurus decided to use my club name for its calling card.” His cane clattered against the leg of a chair as he closed the last distance. No cane needed now. Both hands braced on the table on either side of her hips, trapping her without touching. Cedar and smoke filled her lungs. “I pushed because the alternative was keeping you.” His voice dropped, that faint Marseille accent thickening like honey over gravel. “You think I want to watch you grow old while I stay exactly this? You think I want to explain to my father why I bound myself to a mortal who will leave me in the ground one day?” Her heart beat so hard she wondered if he could hear it. Probably could. Half-demon perks. “So what changed?” “You did.” One gloved hand lifted, hovered near her face. “Or I did. Six months of silence and every night I still taste you. Every deal I broker, every piece of information I sell, I find myself wondering what you would say. What clever, impossible solution your quick mind would offer before I even finish explaining the problem.” His fingers brushed her hair, pushing a strand behind her ear with surprising gentleness. The leather was cool against her flushed skin. “I came here to warn you about Malphora. That was the plan. In and out. Professional.” His mouth twisted. “Plans survive first contact with you the way snow survives July.” Aurora caught his wrist before he could pull away. The pulse there beat faster than any immortal had a right to. “Don’t.” “Don’t what?” “Don’t say things that make me want to forgive you.” She released him but the ghost of his warmth stayed. “I have a life here. A job. Friends who aren’t half-incubus or whatever you are on Tuesdays.” “Fixer,” he corrected, mouth quirking. “And it’s Wednesdays, actually.” Despite everything, she almost smiled. Almost. Lucien noticed. Of course he did. His gaze dropped to her mouth, lingered. “Let me help you with this. Whatever Eva found, it’s bigger than both of you. Malphora isn’t just a name anymore. It’s a summons. And something answered.” The tabby chose that moment to knock over an entire stack of books. They crashed like accusations. Ptolemy leapt onto the highest shelf and began washing his paw with studied indifference. Aurora used the distraction to slip past Lucien, needing air that didn’t smell like him. She crouched to gather fallen papers, aware of his eyes on the bare stretch of thigh where her shorts rode up. The knowledge sent heat spiralling low in her belly. “You can’t just appear after six months and expect me to fall back into whatever this was.” Her voice stayed steady even as her hands trembled over the research notes. “I left Evan because he thought he could own me. I won’t trade one cage for another, even if the bars are made of pretty words and designer suits.” She heard him move behind her. Slow. Deliberate. “I never wanted to own you, Rory.” The nickname sounded different in his mouth now, almost reverent. “I wanted to keep you safe. From my world. From me. Clearly I failed at both.” A scroll had come partially unrolled in the fall. She smoothed it flat against her knee. The ink showed a crude drawing of a woman with black hair standing inside a circle while horned figures watched from the shadows. The caption beneath read *The Half-Blood’s Bride* in Eva’s impatient scrawl. Aurora’s breath caught. Lucien’s shadow fell over her. “You see it now.” She rose slowly, clutching the scroll like evidence. “This is what Eva’s been translating. Not just any binding. A marriage rite between realms. And my fake name was the key they used to open the door.” His expression darkened. “Which means the thing that answered is now looking for its promised bride. You.” The flat felt smaller than ever. The curry house below sent another wave of spices through the floorboards, but all Aurora tasted was fear and something far more treacherous: relief. He had come. Despite everything, he had come. She met his mismatched eyes. “What happens if I refuse?” “You die.” Simple. Brutal. So very Lucien. “Slowly. Creatively. These old things enjoy theatre.” “And if I accept?” His silence stretched long enough for her to hear her own heartbeat in her ears. When he finally spoke, the words scraped out like they cost him something vital. “Then you would be mine. Protected. Cherished. For as long as your mortal life lasts.” He took the scroll from her unresisting fingers, rolling it with careful precision. “I would make sure every second counted.” The implication hovered between them, heavy with six months of unanswered texts and nights spent staring at ceilings. Aurora thought of the way he had kissed her like a man drowning. Thought of the claws that had held her so carefully they never broke skin. Thought of the cane that hid a blade he had never once turned on her. She reached up and loosened his tie with two fingers. The silk whispered as it came free. “Six months is a long time to think about what you want, Luc.” His breath hitched when her fingers brushed the hollow of his throat. “And what do you want, ma belle?” Aurora rose onto her toes, lips almost touching his. The scar on her wrist brushed his chest as she slid her arms around his neck. “I want you to stop talking.” He made a sound low in his throat, half laugh, half growl. Then his mouth crashed into hers. The kiss held none of the careful control he usually wore like armour. This was six months of frustration and fear and want, poured out in teeth and tongue and the scrape of stubble against her chin. Aurora tasted smoke and desperation. She answered with her own, fingers tangling in that perfect platinum hair until it stood in disarray. Lucien lifted her without breaking the kiss, setting her on the edge of the table. Papers scattered like startled birds. Ptolemy complained from his shelf but neither of them cared. One gloved hand slid beneath her hoodie, palm hot against the bare skin of her back. The contrast of leather and fevered skin dragged a moan from her. He swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss until the world narrowed to the points where they touched. When he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his voice had gone rough as broken pavement. “Tell me to stop and I will.” Aurora answered by tugging the glove off with her teeth. She pressed his bare hand over her racing heart. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me. Still. Always.” Something ancient flickered behind his eyes, the demon part recognising a claim when it heard one. His thumb traced the crescent scar on her wrist with something close to worship. “Then we do this properly. No more running. No more pushing you away because I’m terrified of what losing you will do to me.” He rested his forehead against hers, breaths mingling. “You fight Malphora with me. With every clever, impossible idea in that beautiful head. And when it’s over…” He left the rest unsaid, but she heard it anyway. *When it’s over, we decide what comes next. Together.* Aurora kissed him again, softer this time. A promise. A beginning. Outside, the curry house lights flickered as something with too many joints scuttled past the window. Inside, among scattered research and disgruntled cats, two people who had parted on complicated terms began the far more complicated business of staying. The deadbolts on the door remained unfastened. For the first time in six months, Aurora didn’t feel the need to lock the world out. She had let the most dangerous thing in it back in. And God help her, it felt like coming home.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags15
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences59
tagDensity0.254
leniency0.508
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
86.07% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2153
totalAiIsmAdverbs6
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count1
1
adverb"very"
count2
2
adverb"slowly"
count2
3
adverb"carefully"
count1
highlights
0"suddenly"
1"very"
2"slowly"
3"carefully"
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)
58.20% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2153
totalAiIsms18
found
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word"pulse"
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word"stomach"
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word"traced"
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word"down her spine"
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word"sense of"
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word"silence"
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word"warmth"
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word"trembled"
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word"treacherous"
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word"implication"
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word"silk"
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word"perfect"
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word"racing"
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word"flickered"
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highlights
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9"implication"
10"silk"
11"perfect"
12"racing"
13"flickered"
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
narrationSentences142
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences142
filterMatches
0"decide"
hedgeMatches
0"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences185
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen48
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans3
markdownWords38
totalWords2153
ratio0.018
matches
0"You are human, fragile, temporary. I will watch you age and die and I will remember you fondly while I fuck someone who can keep up."
1"The Half-Blood’s Bride"
2"When it’s over, we decide what comes next. Together."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions13
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
95.87% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions49
wordCount1478
uniqueNames17
maxNameDensity1.08
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Moreau1
Ptolemy5
Eva2
Enochian1
Frenchman1
Avaros1
Cardiff1
University1
French1
Marseille1
Aurora16
Despite2
Lucien9
Half-Blood1
Brutal1
God1
One4
persons
0"Moreau"
1"Ptolemy"
2"Eva"
3"Aurora"
4"Lucien"
5"Half-Blood"
6"God"
7"One"
places
0"Cardiff"
1"French"
2"Marseille"
globalScore0.959
windowScore1
75.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences100
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"as if reading state secrets"
1"something close to worship"
2"felt like coming home"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2153
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences185
matches
0"chose that moment"
1"chose that moment"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs76
mean28.33
std18.37
cv0.648
sampleLengths
072
16
216
318
422
552
613
714
853
946
105
114
1211
1345
1423
1559
1626
1736
1840
1945
2025
214
2243
2332
2455
2520
263
274
2857
2941
3059
3116
323
3358
3422
3530
3622
372
3837
399
406
4140
4231
4345
4459
458
4633
4750
483
499
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences142
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs263
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences185
ratio0
matches(empty)
98.42% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1483
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount62
adverbRatio0.041807147673634526
lyAdverbCount14
lyAdverbRatio0.009440323668240054
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences185
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences185
mean11.64
std8.8
cv0.756
sampleLengths
020
123
229
36
414
52
65
71
89
93
1018
114
1213
1313
1426
156
167
179
185
1936
2017
215
2226
232
245
258
265
274
283
298
3019
3119
327
337
3411
355
3618
3719
383
3919
4026
4123
429
434
4424
457
469
475
482
4919
48.47% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats12
diversityRatio0.32972972972972975
totalSentences185
uniqueOpeners61
78.74% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences127
matches
0"Instead she gripped the frame"
1"Of course he did."
2"Then his mouth crashed into"
ratio0.024
81.42% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount44
totalSentences127
matches
0"He leaned on that ivory-handled"
1"She almost slammed the door."
2"She hated how her stomach"
3"He took the invitation anyway."
4"He didn’t bother with them."
5"They both knew locks meant"
6"She still carried the faint"
7"He moved deeper into the"
8"His father’s realm."
9"She watched the leather stretch"
10"He turned, heterochromatic eyes locking"
11"He stepped closer"
12"Her back met the edge"
13"*You are human, fragile, temporary."
14"I will watch you age"
15"His cane clattered against the"
16"His voice dropped, that faint"
17"Her heart beat so hard"
18"His fingers brushed her hair,"
19"His mouth twisted"
ratio0.346
50.55% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount104
totalSentences127
matches
0"Aurora yanked the deadbolt open"
1"Lucien Moreau stood on the"
2"The scent of garam masala"
3"The word left her flat"
4"He leaned on that ivory-handled"
5"She almost slammed the door."
6"Ptolemy chose that moment to"
7"Aurora scooped the tabby up"
8"Lucien’s mouth curved, small and"
9"She hated how her stomach"
10"Aurora stepped back only because"
11"He took the invitation anyway."
12"The cane tapped once against"
13"He didn’t bother with them."
14"They both knew locks meant"
15"A low chuckle."
16"The night she had pressed"
17"The night she had tasted"
18"She still carried the faint"
19"Aurora set Ptolemy on the"
ratio0.819
39.37% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences127
matches
0"*When it’s over, we decide"
ratio0.008
71.43% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences60
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"He leaned on that ivory-handled cane as if the stairs had personally offended him."
1"The cane tapped once against the threshold before he crossed it, closing the door behind him with a soft click that sounded louder than any shout."
2"He moved deeper into the cramped space, gaze sweeping over the research notes as if reading state secrets."
3"The one that had drawn the wrong kind of attention from creatures that wore human skin like cheap coats."
4"Both hands braced on the table on either side of her hips, trapping her without touching."
5"Inside, among scattered research and disgruntled cats, two people who had parted on complicated terms began the far more complicated business of staying."
91.67% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags15
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"He rested, breaths mingling"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags2
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"he corrected (correct)"
dialogueSentences59
tagDensity0.034
leniency0.068
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.034
89.1733%