Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHR60RSDANY8A7DGVY29PMQ

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

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Rory shoved open the heavy oak door of The Raven's Nest, her delivery bag slapping against her hip. The scent of spilled ale and old wood hit her first. She scanned the dim room for Silas, ready to drop off the last order of the night and bolt. A figure at the far end of the bar straightened. Broad shoulders. Neat beard shot through with grey. Hazel eyes that locked on hers and held. No. "Rory?" Silas said, voice low, steady as ever. "Or should I say Laila these days?" She froze, fingers tightening on the strap of her bag. The small crescent scar on her wrist itched under her sleeve. Ten years. More. And here he stood, same slight limp when he shifted his weight, same silver signet ring glinting on his right hand. "Si." The word came out rough. She cleared her throat. "Didn't expect you behind the bar tonight." "Didn't expect you delivering spring rolls either." He wiped a glass with a cloth that looked older than she was. "Golden Empress. Yu-Fei still run that place like a military operation?" "Some things don't change." She set the warm paper bag on the scarred wooden counter. Steam curled up between them. "You do though. The beard. The hair. You look... settled." Silas gave a short laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "Settled. That's one word for it." He poured two measures of whisky without asking, slid one across to her. "Sit. Or are you in a hurry to disappear again?" Rory hesitated. The bar stool creaked as she perched on it. The whisky smelled of peat and smoke, the same brand he'd kept in his old office back in Cardiff. Memory slammed into her: sixteen years old, perched on his desk while he taught her how to spot a tail in the rain-slick streets. Eva had introduced them. Eva, who had begged Rory to come to London all those years later. She took a sip. The burn grounded her. "You've built quite the place here." Her gaze flicked over the walls lined with faded maps and black-and-white photographs. One caught her eye, a younger Silas in Prague, arm around a woman whose face had been scratched out. "The Raven's Nest. Clever." "Front for old habits." He leaned on the bar, weight favouring his good leg. "Contacts still come. Information still flows. Only now I pour drinks while I listen." His hazel eyes studied her. "You though. Delivery girl. That's new." "Part-time." She traced the rim of her glass with one finger. "Pays the rent on the flat upstairs. Small world." "Smaller than you think." Silas reached under the bar and produced a familiar envelope, thick cream paper sealed with black wax. Her old alias, Laila, written in his precise hand. "This arrived last week. Didn't know where to send it. Figured the universe might sort it." Rory's stomach dropped. She didn't touch the envelope. "Burn it." "Can't." He tapped the signet ring against the wood. "Not when it concerns Evan." The name sliced through the air between them. Rory's bright blue eyes hardened. She set her glass down harder than necessary. "Evan's old news. Dead news, if there's any justice." "Justice." Silas echoed the word like it tasted sour. "You used to believe in that. Remember? Sixteen years old, eyes like fire, telling me the system only worked if good people pushed back." "I grew up." She pushed a strand of straight black hair behind her ear. The scar on her wrist flashed pale in the low light. "Grew wise. The system chews good people up and spits them out broken." "Like your father." "Don't." The word cracked out sharper than she intended. Brendan Carter's face swam before her, the Irish barrister who'd defended the wrong clients one time too many. "You don't get to bring him into this. Not when you vanished right after." Silas's jaw tightened. He refilled both glasses though neither was empty. "Prague went bad. You know that. The knee. The discharge. MI6 doesn't do loose ends, Rory. I had to become a ghost." "And I had to become nobody." She laughed, bitter. "Cardiff University. Pre-Law. Just like Dad wanted. Then Evan. Then the bruises he left that no one could see. Eva got me out. Brought me here. And now I'm delivering Chinese food to retired spies who can't let the past die." The door opened behind her. Cold air rushed in. Two men entered, voices low, eyes scanning. Silas's posture changed, subtle. Shoulders back. The Spymaster surfaced. "Back room," he murmured. "Now." Rory didn't argue. She grabbed the envelope and followed him through the bar, past the row of curious regulars. Silas's limp became more pronounced on the uneven floorboards. He pressed a hidden latch behind a bookshelf lined with dusty atlases. The false panel swung open. The secret room smelled of paper and secrets. A single lamp cast long shadows across a table scattered with files. Maps covered the walls here too, but these ones had fresh pins in them. Red string connected faces she half-recognised from another life. Silas closed the door. The click sounded final. "You kept it all," she said, voice soft. Her fingers brushed a photograph of herself at twenty, laughing at some campus event. The girl in the picture looked nothing like the woman who'd just delivered noodles. "Why?" "Because some ghosts refuse burial." He lowered himself into a worn leather chair, winced as his knee protested. "Sit, Rory. Please." She sat. The envelope burned in her hands. "What's in it?" "Proof Evan didn't die in that car crash three years ago. He's using your old aliases. Malphora turned up in Berlin last month. Someone's laundering money through accounts you set up when you were nineteen and thought you were invincible." Her scar throbbed. She remembered the night she'd chosen that name, drunk on possibility and Silas's stories of shadows and codes. "I burned those accounts." "Someone dug them up." Silas leaned forward. The lamplight carved deep lines around his eyes. "Someone who knew exactly how your mind worked back then. Out-of-the-box, you called it. Beautiful, I called it." The praise landed like a punch. Rory looked away. "Don't." "Why not?" His voice dropped. "We were friends once. More than that, maybe, if I'd been brave enough to say it. You were the daughter I never had. The student who outpaced the teacher. Then you ran." "You let me." The words hung between them. She met his gaze. "Eva said you approved the move to London. Said it was safer. But you never came. Never checked. Just... silence." Silas rubbed his signet ring, a habit she'd forgotten. "Checking would have painted a target on you. Evan wasn't the only threat. The Prague mess followed me. Still does." He gestured at the walls. "This bar. The network. It's all I have left to keep people like you safe." "People like me." She gave a hollow laugh. "Delivery drivers with law degrees they never finished and scars they can't explain." "Survivors." The word came quiet. "You survived Evan. Survived your father's expectations. Survived me." The silence stretched. Rory turned the envelope over in her hands. The wax seal bore the imprint of his ring. She broke it. Inside were photographs. Evan, older, harder, standing outside a cafe in Budapest. Another of him with a woman who looked too much like Rory had at twenty-one. Bank statements. Account numbers she'd invented in a fever of youthful arrogance. Her hands shook. "I thought if I ran far enough, became small enough, the past would lose my scent." She placed the photos face down. "But it just waited. Patient. Like you." Silas watched her. Something fractured in his hazel eyes. "I should have found another way. Should have told you what I was. What I am." "What are you now, Si? A barman playing at spymaster? Or a man who can't let a girl from Cardiff grow up without him?" "Both." He reached across the table, not quite touching her wrist where the scar lay hidden. "And you're not a girl anymore. You're the woman who walked into my bar tonight carrying spring rolls and ten years of ghosts." Rory stood abruptly. The chair scraped back. "I need air." "Wait." Silas rose too, slower. His limp dragged as he crossed to a small safe hidden behind a false panel. He withdrew a slim black notebook. "Take this. My old contacts. People who owe me favours. If Evan's truly back, you'll need more than quick thinking and noodle deliveries." She accepted the notebook. Their fingers brushed. The contact sent electricity up her arm, memory and regret tangled together. "You kept the whisky the same," she said, voice catching. "Everything else changed. Me. You. The world. But that smoky peat taste stayed true." "Some constants help us remember who we were." He stepped closer. The lamplight caught the grey in his auburn beard. "I look at you and see the brilliant girl who argued case law with me at two in the morning. But I see the woman too. The one who survived." Rory's throat tightened. She tucked the notebook into her delivery bag alongside the photographs. "I should hate you. For the silence. For the half-truths. For making me believe I could be more than someone's shadow." "Do you?" The question hung. She studied his face, the new lines, the old authority. The mentor who'd vanished when she needed him most. The friend who'd prepared her for a world that had nearly destroyed her. "No," she whispered. "I hate what time did to us. What we let it do." Silas nodded once. The gesture carried the weight of every unsaid apology, every missed year. "Evan will come looking. The aliases are just the start. He's always been a collector of damaged things." "Then he'll find I'm not damaged anymore." Rory straightened. Her bright blue eyes met his without flinching. "I'm sharpened. By you. By Evan. By every choice that brought me to your door with fried rice and bad news." A knock sounded on the secret door. Three sharp raps, then two. Silas's expression closed off. The Spymaster returned. "Stay here," he said. "Or go out the back. Your choice. But Rory?" She paused at the secondary exit, hand on the latch. "Don't disappear again." His voice cracked on the last word. "Not without telling me where you land this time." The knock came again, more insistent. Rory looked at the man who'd shaped her, the bar that hid his secrets, the photographs that proved her past still breathed. She opened the door. Cold Soho air rushed in, carrying distant traffic and the promise of rain. She stepped through without looking back. Behind her, she heard Silas open the main door to the secret room. "About time," he told whoever waited. "We have a situation." The latch clicked shut. Rory moved through the narrow alley behind The Raven's Nest, heart hammering against the notebook in her bag. Her wrist scar burned like a brand. Halfway down the alley, a shadow detached from the wall. Evan's voice slid out of the darkness, smooth as ever. "Hello, Malphora. Miss me?" Rory's hand went to the pepper spray she kept in her delivery bag. The weight of ten years pressed down on her shoulders, heavy as regret, sharp as broken glass. She turned to face the man who'd once nearly erased her. "Let's dance," she said.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags34
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences83
tagDensity0.41
leniency0.819
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.38% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1911
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"truly"
count1
highlights
0"truly"
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)
52.90% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1911
totalAiIsms18
found
0
word"scanned"
count1
1
word"weight"
count3
2
word"glinting"
count1
3
word"flicked"
count1
4
word"traced"
count1
5
word"familiar"
count1
6
word"stomach"
count1
7
word"echoed"
count1
8
word"scanning"
count1
9
word"throbbed"
count1
10
word"silence"
count3
11
word"fractured"
count1
12
word"carried the weight"
count1
13
word"dance"
count1
highlights
0"scanned"
1"weight"
2"glinting"
3"flicked"
4"traced"
5"familiar"
6"stomach"
7"echoed"
8"scanning"
9"throbbed"
10"silence"
11"fractured"
12"carried the weight"
13"dance"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"stomach dropped/sank"
count1
highlights
0"stomach dropped"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences146
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences146
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences194
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen42
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1911
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions23
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
71.40% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions50
wordCount1145
uniqueNames16
maxNameDensity1.57
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Raven2
Nest2
Silas18
Steam1
Rory15
Cardiff1
London1
One1
Prague1
Laila1
Brendan1
Carter1
Irish1
Spymaster2
Budapest1
Soho1
persons
0"Raven"
1"Silas"
2"Steam"
3"Rory"
4"One"
5"Laila"
6"Brendan"
7"Carter"
8"Spymaster"
places
0"Cardiff"
1"London"
2"Prague"
3"Budapest"
4"Soho"
globalScore0.714
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences82
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"not quite touching her wrist where the scar lay hidden"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1911
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences194
matches
0"chosen that name"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs74
mean25.82
std14.79
cv0.573
sampleLengths
048
126
21
315
445
517
631
730
839
971
108
1142
1239
1320
1446
1510
1614
1730
1833
1938
203
2141
2233
2350
2425
255
2645
2743
288
2937
3021
3111
3240
3325
3433
3510
3637
3732
3849
3921
4014
4123
4239
433
4429
4525
4624
4739
4810
4949
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences146
matches
0"been scratched"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs214
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences194
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1150
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount27
adverbRatio0.023478260869565216
lyAdverbCount3
lyAdverbRatio0.0026086956521739132
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences194
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences194
mean9.85
std7.08
cv0.719
sampleLengths
018
111
219
310
42
56
68
71
88
97
1010
1111
122
131
1421
156
164
177
1820
1911
2015
215
2210
2310
2419
2510
262
279
2819
2924
304
3113
324
334
3419
3519
364
3714
3819
396
4011
419
4221
439
4416
453
465
472
489
495
67.87% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats5
diversityRatio0.422680412371134
totalSentences194
uniqueOpeners82
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences133
matches(empty)
ratio0
72.63% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount49
totalSentences133
matches
0"She scanned the dim room"
1"She froze, fingers tightening on"
2"She cleared her throat."
3"He wiped a glass with"
4"She set the warm paper"
5"He poured two measures of"
6"She took a sip."
7"Her gaze flicked over the"
8"He leaned on the bar,"
9"His hazel eyes studied her"
10"She traced the rim of"
11"Her old alias, Laila, written"
12"She didn't touch the envelope."
13"He tapped the signet ring"
14"She set her glass down"
15"She pushed a strand of"
16"He refilled both glasses though"
17"She laughed, bitter"
18"She grabbed the envelope and"
19"He pressed a hidden latch"
ratio0.368
1.35% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount122
totalSentences133
matches
0"Rory shoved open the heavy"
1"The scent of spilled ale"
2"She scanned the dim room"
3"A figure at the far"
4"Hazel eyes that locked on"
5"Silas said, voice low, steady"
6"She froze, fingers tightening on"
7"The small crescent scar on"
8"The word came out rough"
9"She cleared her throat."
10"He wiped a glass with"
11"She set the warm paper"
12"Steam curled up between them."
13"Silas gave a short laugh"
14"He poured two measures of"
15"The bar stool creaked as"
16"The whisky smelled of peat"
17"Memory slammed into her: sixteen"
18"Eva had introduced them."
19"Eva, who had begged Rory"
ratio0.917
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences133
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences40
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"Brendan Carter's face swam before her, the Irish barrister who'd defended the wrong clients one time too many."
36.76% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags34
uselessAdditionCount6
matches
0"Silas said, voice low, steady as ever"
1"He leaned, weight favouring his good leg"
2"She laughed, bitter"
3"she said, voice soft"
4"He reached, not quite touching her wrist where the scar lay hidden"
5"she said, voice catching"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags10
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"He poured (pour)"
1"She laughed (laugh)"
2"he murmured (murmur)"
3"she whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences83
tagDensity0.12
leniency0.241
rawRatio0.4
effectiveRatio0.096
83.3435%