Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHRGV9SBNVXSFTZNZGY2Y2A

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58.8s
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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller 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="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4417" name="Tomás Herrera" aliases="Tommy, Tomás, Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Support"> <eyeColor>warm brown</eyeColor> <hair>short curly dark brown</hair> <height>5'10"</height> <age>29</age> <skinTone>olive skin</skinTone> <scar>scar running along his left forearm from a knife attack</scar> <medallion>Saint Christopher medallion around his neck</medallion> <birthplace>Seville, Spain</birthplace> <description>A former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique.</description> <backstory>Born in Seville, Spain. He moved to London to work for the NHS but lost his license after administering unauthorized treatments to supernatural patients.</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> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</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 thriller genre. A detective is pursuing a suspect through rain-soaked city streets at night. The chase takes them from the street level down into an underground market. The detective must decide whether to follow the suspect into unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territory. 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
Quinn's boots hammered the pavement in tight rhythm with the suspect's. She narrowed the gap by inches, her sharp jaw locked as the man ahead vaulted a low barrier and cut left into the narrow passage behind the old theatre. Eighteen years on the force had taught her the value of breath control. She used it now, lungs steady, eyes fixed on the back of his rain-darkened jacket. "Police! Stand still!" The words sliced the air between them. He did not slow. Instead he shoved a bin into her path. Metal clanged against brick. Quinn leapt it without breaking stride, the scar on her memory itching the way it always did when a chase turned this desperate. Morris had chased someone once. Only once. The alley spat them out onto a wider street lined with shuttered shops. Camden lay ahead, its market stalls long since boarded for the night. The suspect's stride faltered for half a second as he checked over his shoulder. His face caught the glow of a security light: young, sharp features, a fresh bruise blooming along one cheekbone. Recognition flickered in Quinn. She had seen that face pinned to her board three weeks ago, linked to the Raven's Nest. Linked to the clique. He bolted again, trainers slapping through puddles that reflected neon spills from the high street. Quinn followed, coat flapping, the leather watch on her left wrist rubbing raw against sweat-slick skin. Military precision kept her movements economical. No wasted steps. No room for doubt. Yet the underground waited somewhere beneath her, a place her files only hinted at. The Veil Market. One did not enter without invitation. Or without paying a price. The suspect veered toward the disused tube entrance half-hidden behind a row of graffiti-covered hoardings. Quinn's pulse kicked harder. She had raided the Raven's Nest twice in the past month, found nothing but old maps on the walls and a bartender who claimed ignorance. This man would talk. He had to. A figure detached from the shadows near the boarded entrance. Broad shoulders, short curly hair, the glint of a medallion at his throat. Tomás Herrera. Quinn catalogued him in one glance: former paramedic, off-books medic to half the supernatural lowlifes in London. He pressed something small into the suspect's hand. Bone token. Of course. "Keep moving, mate," Tomás muttered. The suspect slipped the token into a concealed slot. A section of hoarding slid aside with a soft click. He disappeared down the concrete steps beyond. Quinn skidded to a halt two metres from Tomás. Her hand hovered near the handcuffs on her belt. Rain traced cold lines down her closely cropped hair and over the sharp line of her jaw. "You just aided a fleeing suspect, Herrera." Tomás turned slowly, warm brown eyes meeting hers without surprise. The Saint Christopher medallion caught what little light reached this far, swinging once before settling against his olive skin. A scar ran along his left forearm, visible where his sleeve had ridden up. Knife work. She had read the file. "Detective Quinn." His voice carried the faint cadence of Seville smoothed by years in London hospitals. Calm. Measured. The tone of a man who had staunched wounds that should not exist. "You look tired. Chasing ghosts again?" She ignored the jab. "That man is wanted for questioning in three separate assaults. Step aside." Tomás did not move. Behind him the hidden door had already reset, seamless once more. The air drifting up from below smelled of strange spices and something metallic, like old coins left too long in a pocket. Quinn's stomach tightened. Morris had smelled something similar the night he disappeared. She still woke tasting it at the back of her throat. "You know what this place is," Tomás said. He kept his hands visible, paramedic habit. "Veil Market. Moves every full moon. Sells things that make your paperwork look simple. Enchanted blades. Memory dust. Answers that cost more than blood." His gaze flicked to the watch on her wrist. "Your partner learned that." The words landed like a slap. Quinn kept her face blank, but her fingers curled into fists. "Mention Morris again and I will arrest you for obstruction. Right here." "Obstruction of what? A market that does not appear on any map?" Tomás gave a small shrug, the kind that said he had treated worse than her threats. "You follow him down those stairs, you stop being a detective. You become prey. Some of the stalls remember your face from the last time one of you came sniffing around. They do not forget easily." Quinn glanced at the hoarding. A faint seam showed where the door had opened. She could force it, but that meant committing. No backup. No warrant that would hold water in any courtroom that mattered. The clique had stayed one step ahead for months. This was her chance to drag them into the light. She stepped forward. Tomás shifted to block her, not aggressively, just enough to force her to acknowledge him. "Listen to me." His voice dropped, the Spanish lilt thickening with urgency. "Your partner went in looking for justice. Came out in a bag. Or did they even let you see the body? Some things the Veil keeps." The memory surged unbidden: a silent flat, Morris's warrant card left on the table, no note. Quinn pushed it down. She focused on the scar along Tomás's arm instead. "I decide what risks I take. Not you." He studied her for a long second, then reached into his collar and lifted the medallion. Saint Christopher, patron of travellers. He pressed it into her palm. The metal was warm from his skin. "Take this if you must go. It might buy you ten paces of mercy. After that you are on your own." His fingers closed hers around the disc. "And when they ask who sent you, remember I tried." Quinn slipped the medallion into her coat pocket. She did not thank him. Instead she drew her baton, extended it with a sharp flick, and slammed the end against the concealed mechanism. The hoarding slid open again, revealing steps descending into yellowed emergency lighting. Damp air rolled up to meet her, thick with incense and the low murmur of voices that did not sound entirely human. She started down. The stairs spiralled deeper than any legitimate tube station. Quinn counted twenty steps before the walls changed from concrete to damp brick veined with something that shimmered like oil on water. Sounds amplified: distant laughter that rose and fell in unnatural scales, the clink of glass vials, a low chant that set her teeth on edge. Her grip tightened on the baton. The stairs ended in a wide platform that had once served Northern Line trains. Now stalls crowded the space, lit by hovering orbs that cast shifting green light. Vendors hunched over tables laden with dried herbs that moved on their own, glass jars containing things that blinked, blades etched with symbols that hurt to look at directly. A woman with too many joints in her fingers offered a vial of silver liquid to a hooded customer. Further along, two figures that might have been men argued over the price of a bone flute. Quinn scanned the crowd. There, twenty metres ahead, the suspect wove between stalls, glancing back. Their eyes met. Panic flared across his face. He broke into a run again, knocking over a tray of what looked like black feathers. The feathers rose into the air on their own and swirled angrily. She gave chase. "Stop!" The shout echoed off the curved ceiling. Heads turned. Some of the market's denizens hissed. Quinn ignored them, boots ringing on the old platform tiles. The suspect ducked under a hanging curtain of dried roots and disappeared into a narrower tunnel lined with more stalls. Quinn followed, heart pounding against her ribs. The air grew thicker, harder to breathe. Her watch felt heavier, the leather strap creaking as though it might snap. Morris had worn a similar one. She had found it snapped in half on his doorstep the week after he vanished. A stall holder stepped into her path, tall, skin like weathered parchment. "Bone token, love?" She shoved past. The vendor's laugh followed her, dry as dead leaves. The tunnel opened into a second chamber, smaller, lit by candles that burned with blue flames. The suspect had stopped. Three other figures waited for him: two women with identical silver tattoos circling their wrists and a man whose shadow moved independently of his body. They turned as one to face her. Quinn slowed but did not stop. She raised the baton. "Metropolitan Police. You are all nicked for assault and whatever else I find when I tear this place apart." The suspect laughed, a brittle sound. "You shouldn't have come here, Detective. Not after what happened to your partner." Tomás's warning rang in her ears. She ignored it, advancing. The independent shadow detached from its owner and slithered across the floor toward her. Quinn swung the baton. It passed through the shadow with a jolt that numbed her arm to the elbow. The two tattooed women stepped apart, revealing a narrow gap behind them that led deeper into the market. The suspect backed toward it, grinning now. "Last chance," Quinn said. Her voice stayed level, military crisp. "Come quietly and maybe you see daylight again." None of them moved. The shadow coiled around her ankle. Cold seeped through her sock. She stamped hard but it only tightened. From the tunnel behind her came the sound of running feet. Tomás appeared at the entrance, breathing hard, medallion swinging free. "Quinn, wait!" The shadow yanked. Quinn's leg went out from under her. She hit the ground, baton clattering away. The suspect and his companions turned to run. She lunged, caught the suspect's ankle. He kicked free. One of the women raised her hand. Something bright gathered at her fingertips. Tomás shouted a warning in rapid Spanish. Quinn rolled sideways as a bolt of searing light struck the spot where her head had been. Stone cracked. Dust rained down. She scrambled up, drawing her extendable baton again. The market had gone silent. Every stall holder, every customer now watched. The blue candles flared brighter. The suspect reached the far exit. He paused, looked back once. " Tell your bosses the clique sends its regards." Then he was gone. Quinn took one step after him. The independent shadow surged upward, wrapping her torso, squeezing. Breath left her lungs in a rush. She saw Tomás moving toward her, hands raised in that same calming paramedic gesture. "Stay down," he urged. "They will kill you before they let you follow." Black spots danced at the edges of her vision. The shadow tightened. Across the chamber the tattooed women began to chant. The air crackled. Quinn's hand closed around the Saint Christopher medallion in her pocket. She yanked it free and thrust it toward the shadow. The thing shrieked, a sound like tearing metal, and recoiled. She drew a ragged breath, staggered upright. The entire market surged. Stalls overturned. Figures advanced from every direction, eyes glowing, claws extended, teeth bared in smiles that promised pain. Tomás reached her side. "Now you've done it." The first creature leapt. Quinn swung her baton with every ounce of military precision she possessed. It connected with a sickening crunch. But more came. Many more. The candles exploded into blinding blue fire.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags11
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences28
tagDensity0.393
leniency0.786
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
94.77% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1913
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
1
adverb"angrily"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
1"angrily"
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)
63.41% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1913
totalAiIsms14
found
0
word"flickered"
count1
1
word"pulse"
count1
2
word"glint"
count1
3
word"traced"
count1
4
word"measured"
count1
5
word"stomach"
count1
6
word"flicked"
count1
7
word"lilt"
count1
8
word"shimmered"
count1
9
word"etched"
count1
10
word"scanned"
count1
11
word"echoed"
count1
12
word"pounding"
count1
13
word"searing"
count1
highlights
0"flickered"
1"pulse"
2"glint"
3"traced"
4"measured"
5"stomach"
6"flicked"
7"lilt"
8"shimmered"
9"etched"
10"scanned"
11"echoed"
12"pounding"
13"searing"
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
emotionTells1
narrationSentences185
matches
0"g with urgency"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences185
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences202
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen36
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1914
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions13
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
77.14% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions65
wordCount1647
uniqueNames18
maxNameDensity1.46
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Quinn24
Raven2
Nest2
Veil1
Market1
Herrera1
London2
Tomás14
Saint3
Christopher3
Seville1
Calm1
Spanish2
Morris4
Northern1
Line1
Heads1
Black1
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Raven"
2"Market"
3"Herrera"
4"Tomás"
5"Saint"
6"Christopher"
7"Morris"
8"Line"
9"Heads"
10"Black"
places
0"London"
1"Seville"
globalScore0.771
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences123
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"looked like black feathers"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1914
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences202
matches
0"seen that face"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs56
mean34.18
std21.36
cv0.625
sampleLengths
068
156
283
372
451
554
631
735
87
950
1037
1116
1260
1352
1429
1564
1654
1718
1838
1937
2034
2138
2266
233
2462
2593
2651
273
2846
2948
3015
3112
3252
3329
3419
3543
3625
3718
3822
3921
402
4125
4222
4329
4425
4511
469
474
4836
4913
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences185
matches
0"been men"
1"was gone"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs309
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences202
ratio0
matches(empty)
88.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1652
adjectiveStacks2
stackExamples
0"raw against sweat-slick skin."
1"same calming paramedic gesture."
adverbCount53
adverbRatio0.03208232445520581
lyAdverbCount11
lyAdverbRatio0.006658595641646489
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences202
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences202
mean9.48
std6.59
cv0.696
sampleLengths
011
129
213
315
410
54
68
74
823
95
102
1113
1212
1314
1419
154
1617
174
1815
1916
206
213
224
2314
243
256
265
2715
284
2925
304
313
3210
3313
342
3517
368
372
382
395
409
4110
427
439
449
4517
467
4710
4819
4914
61.39% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats6
diversityRatio0.38613861386138615
totalSentences202
uniqueOpeners78
78.90% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences169
matches
0"Instead he shoved a bin"
1"Instead she drew her baton,"
2"Further along, two figures that"
3"Then he was gone."
ratio0.024
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount48
totalSentences169
matches
0"She narrowed the gap by"
1"She used it now, lungs"
2"He did not slow."
3"His face caught the glow"
4"She had seen that face"
5"He bolted again, trainers slapping"
6"She had raided the Raven's"
7"He had to."
8"He pressed something small into"
9"He disappeared down the concrete"
10"Her hand hovered near the"
11"She had read the file."
12"His voice carried the faint"
13"She ignored the jab."
14"She still woke tasting it"
15"He kept his hands visible,"
16"His gaze flicked to the"
17"She could force it, but"
18"She stepped forward."
19"His voice dropped, the Spanish"
ratio0.284
28.05% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount146
totalSentences169
matches
0"Quinn's boots hammered the pavement"
1"She narrowed the gap by"
2"She used it now, lungs"
3"The words sliced the air"
4"He did not slow."
5"Metal clanged against brick."
6"Quinn leapt it without breaking"
7"Morris had chased someone once."
8"The alley spat them out"
9"Camden lay ahead, its market"
10"The suspect's stride faltered for"
11"His face caught the glow"
12"Recognition flickered in Quinn."
13"She had seen that face"
14"He bolted again, trainers slapping"
15"Quinn followed, coat flapping, the"
16"Military precision kept her movements"
17"The Veil Market."
18"The suspect veered toward the"
19"Quinn's pulse kicked harder."
ratio0.864
29.59% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences169
matches
0"Now stalls crowded the space,"
ratio0.006
87.91% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences65
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"Quinn leapt it without breaking stride, the scar on her memory itching the way it always did when a chase turned this desperate."
1"She had raided the Raven's Nest twice in the past month, found nothing but old maps on the walls and a bartender who claimed ignorance."
2"Vendors hunched over tables laden with dried herbs that moved on their own, glass jars containing things that blinked, blades etched with symbols that hurt to l…"
3"The two tattooed women stepped apart, revealing a narrow gap behind them that led deeper into the market."
4"Figures advanced from every direction, eyes glowing, claws extended, teeth bared in smiles that promised pain."
79.55% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags11
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"His voice dropped, the Spanish lilt thickening with urgency"
78.57% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags4
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"Tomás muttered (mutter)"
1"he urged (urge)"
dialogueSentences28
tagDensity0.143
leniency0.286
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.143
88.9088%