Run: 2026-05-10-01KR929S4DB26WRM7CFSP0JEHE

Run Details

Model:: Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 6.5s
Cost:: $0.002510
Provider:: Google AI Studio

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
86.55%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
14.80%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
82.49%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
0.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
100.00%	Name drop frequency	(details)
30.95%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
100.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
86.55%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
95.38%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
90.11%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
82.00%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
53.05%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
0.00%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
73.52%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
79.72%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
44.82%	Technical jargon density	(details)
100.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
100.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
77.3314%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue.

You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex.

Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.

User/Human

<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="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

The air inside the grove did not smell of Richmond Park. Outside, there had been the damp musk of English autumn, the scent of rotting leaves and vehicle exhaust drifting from the nearby road. Here, within the circle of ancient, moss-slicked oak standing stones, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of crushed ozone and blooming nightshade.

Aurora Carter stood at the edge of the clearing, her fingers instinctively curling around the small, crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist. She adjusted the strap of her bag, feeling the weight of the Fae-forged blade she’d tucked away near her hip. The moonsilver dagger felt unnervingly cold against her side, a sharp contrast to the humid, unnatural heat radiating from the Heartstone pendant resting against her collarbone. The gem was pulsing, a rhythmic, deep crimson beat that seemed to sync with the frantic thrum of her own heart.

Beside her, Nyx moved like an oil spill across silk. The shade shifted, their humanoid silhouette flickering between opaque density and a translucent, smoky haze. They didn't walk so much as bleed into the space, their violet eyes scanning the canopy of trees that shouldn't have existed in London.

Isolde Varga moved ahead of them, her silver hair spilling down her back like a frozen waterfall. She did not create so much as a whisper of sound against the forest floor. Where Rory left a bruised indent in the soft, glowing moss, Isolde left nothing—not a crushed petal, not a displaced grain of earth.

Keep close, Isolde murmured, her voice sounding like the chime of distant crystal. The Veil is thin here, stretched like parchment over a fire. Do not touch what sings to you, Aurora. The song is for the soul, not for the hand.

Rory nodded, her gaze fixed on the flora. The wildflowers here were wrong. They bloomed in neon violets and electric blues, their petals vibrating with a frequency that made her teeth ache. She reached out, nearly brushing a leaf that bled luminescent nectar, but pulled back when the Heartstone scorched her skin. She gasped, stumbling slightly.

What is this place? Rory whispered, her London sharpness cutting through the ethereal tension. It’s not Earth. It’s not even the Fae Realm you described.

It is a pocket, Nyx said, their voice a dry rustle of dead leaves. A hitch in the lungs of the universe. Time here is a stagnant pool. We could wander for an hour and find years have passed in the world of stone and glass you call home.

They pushed deeper, passing through a threshold of hanging vines that seemed to part of their own volition. Beyond the thicket, the landscape broke open into a vista that stole the air from Rory’s lungs. Before them lay a expanse that defied geometry. The trees weren't wood; they spiraled upward in translucent, glass-like columns, filled with shifting, amber-colored veins of light. Above, a sky of warm, churning honey replaced the grey London clouds, and in the distance—far beyond the reach of the trees—a sprawling, impossible architecture loomed. It looked like a city of banquet halls and hanging gardens, suspended over an abyss of swirling, golden mist.

Dymas, Isolde breathed, her pale eyes wide as she beheld the horizon of the Gluttony realm. The feast that never ends, and the hunger that never dies.

Rory felt a cold shiver crawl up her spine despite the stifling heat of the place. She looked at the Heartstone pendant again. It wasn't just pulsing now; it was glowing with a frantic, blinding intensity, as if desperate to pull her toward that distant city. She felt a phantom pull, a strange, sickening gravity in her gut that whispered of indulgence, of food and drink and the kind of release that only a soul could buy.

Is that where we’re going? Rory asked, her voice tight.

We are hunting a tear in the fabric, Nyx replied, drifting toward a cluster of weeping willow-like trees whose leaves were shaped like human tongues. The Wardens will be watching the primary rifts. We use the small ones, the ones that bleed into the spaces like this.

As they walked, the ground beneath them began to change. The moss gave way to a path of obsidian tiles that shimmered with the reflection of the amber sky. The silence was absolute, save for the rhythmic, distant clattering of porcelain and the faint, haunting melody of a stringed instrument being played somewhere deep within the orchards of Dymas.

Rory stumbled as a heavy, cloying scent washed over her—the smell of ripe fruit left to ferment in the sun, mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of blood. She felt a sudden, irrational urge to sit down, to let the beauty of the amber light wash over her and forget the barrister father who expected greatness and the ex-boyfriend whose shadow still lingered in the back of her mind. It would be so easy to linger here.

A sharp, stabbing pain in her side jolted her back to reality. She clutched the hilt of the Fae-forged blade, the icy coldness bleeding through the leather of her jacket and grounding her, snapping the fugue state.

Don't look at the light, Rory, Nyx warned, noticing her hesitation. The realm feeds on attention. If you give it your focus, it will claim your appetite until you are nothing but a hollow shell anchored to these stones.

Rory blinked, shaking her head to clear the haze. She looked back at the path they had traveled, but the grove of oaks had vanished, replaced by an endless thicket of thorny, silver-barked shrubs. She was truly trapped between realms now, following a Shade and a Fae exile toward the heart of a hellish indulgence.

She took a breath, the air tasting like burnt sugar and ozone. She was Aurora Carter, a delivery girl from Cardiff who knew how to navigate the gridlocked streets of London, and she knew how to read a map when the terrain turned hostile. She checked the Heartstone once more, its light a steady beacon now, guiding them not just toward the city, but toward the very fracture they needed to seal.

Keep moving, Rory said, her voice firmer now, steadier. Let’s get this over with before the sun forgets how to set.

Isolde offered a ghost of a smile, her expression unreadable. The path grows narrow, little mortal. But you walk it with a heart of stone and a hand of ice. That is a start.

They ventured forward into the amber glow, the silence of the grove closing back in behind them, swallowing their footprints as if they had never existed at all.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

86.55%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

1115

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

adverb	"truly"
count	1

adverb	"very"
count	1

highlights

0	"slightly"
1	"truly"
2	"very"

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)

14.80%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

1115

totalAiIsms

found

word	"weight"
count	1

word	"rhythmic"
count	2

word	"silk"
count	1

word	"scanning"
count	1

word	"whisper"
count	1

word	"crystal"
count	1

word	"electric"
count	1

word	"tension"
count	1

word	"churning"
count	1

word	"loomed"
count	1

word	"intensity"
count	1

word	"shimmered"
count	1

word	"silence"
count	2

word	"porcelain"
count	1

word	"navigate"
count	1

word	"beacon"
count	1

word	"unreadable"
count	1

highlights

0	"weight"
1	"rhythmic"
2	"silk"
3	"scanning"
4	"whisper"
5	"crystal"
6	"electric"
7	"tension"
8	"churning"
9	"loomed"
10	"intensity"
11	"shimmered"
12	"silence"
13	"porcelain"
14	"navigate"
15	"beacon"
16	"unreadable"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches	0
maxInWindow	0
found	(empty)
highlights	(empty)

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	71
matches	(empty)

82.49%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"
1	"began to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	71
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	41
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	1111
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

0.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions

unquotedAttributions

matches

0	"Keep close, Isolde murmured, her voice sounding like the chime of distant crystal."
1	"It is a pocket, Nyx said, their voice a dry rustle of dead leaves."
2	"Dymas, Isolde breathed, her pale eyes wide as she beheld the horizon of the Gluttony realm."
3	"We are hunting a tear in the fabric, Nyx replied, drifting toward a cluster of weeping willow-like trees whose leaves we…"
4	"Keep moving, Rory said, her voice firmer now, steadier."

100.00%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

1111

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

0.9

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

1.5

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Richmond	1
Park	1
English	1
Carter	2
Fae-forged	2
Heartstone	4
Nyx	4
London	4
Varga	1
Rory	10
Isolde	5
Veil	1
Aurora	3
Earth	1
Fae	4
Realm	1
Gluttony	1
Wardens	1
Dymas	2
Shade	1
Cardiff	1

persons

0	"Carter"
1	"Nyx"
2	"Varga"
3	"Rory"
4	"Isolde"
5	"Aurora"
6	"Realm"
7	"Wardens"
8	"Shade"

places

0	"Richmond"
1	"Park"
2	"Heartstone"
3	"London"
4	"Cardiff"

globalScore

windowScore

30.95%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"beat that seemed to sync with the frantic thrum of her own heart"
1	"vines that seemed to part of their own volition"
2	"looked like a city of banquet halls and h"

100.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

0.9

wordCount

1111

matches

0	"not just toward the city, but toward the very fracture they needed to seal"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	71
matches	(empty)

86.55%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

50.5

std

22.87

0.453

sampleLengths

0	57
1	89
2	49
3	55
4	42
5	56
6	25
7	49
8	106
9	27
10	77
11	10
12	47
13	59
14	77
15	37
16	39
17	55
18	72
19	21
20	34
21	28

95.38%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"were shaped"
1	"being played"

90.11%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

182

matches

0	"was pulsing"
1	"was glowing"
2	"wasn't just pulsing"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.07

matches

0	"Where Rory left a bruised indent in the soft, glowing moss, Isolde left nothing—not a crushed petal, not a displaced grain of earth."
1	"The trees weren't wood; they spiraled upward in translucent, glass-like columns, filled with shifting, amber-colored veins of light."
2	"Above, a sky of warm, churning honey replaced the grey London clouds, and in the distance—far beyond the reach of the trees—a sprawling, impossible architecture loomed."
3	"It wasn't just pulsing now; it was glowing with a frantic, blinding intensity, as if desperate to pull her toward that distant city."
4	"Rory stumbled as a heavy, cloying scent washed over her—the smell of ripe fruit left to ferment in the sun, mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of blood."

82.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount

1121

adjectiveStacks

stackExamples

0	"ancient, moss-slicked oak"
1	"small, crescent-shaped scar"
2	"thorny, silver-barked shrubs."

adverbCount

adverbRatio

0.0231935771632471

lyAdverbCount

lyAdverbRatio

0.0053523639607493305

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	71
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

15.65

std

8.32

0.532

sampleLengths

0	11
1	23
2	23
3	22
4	20
5	26
6	21
7	10
8	15
9	24
10	17
11	15
12	23
13	13
14	11
15	8
16	10
17	8
18	5
19	19
20	20
21	4
22	4
23	10
24	3
25	8
26	14
27	8
28	6
29	21
30	18
31	17
32	8
33	18
34	26
35	19
36	16
37	11
38	16
39	7
40	23
41	31
42	5
43	5
44	25
45	8
46	14
47	10
48	19
49	30

53.05%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	9
diversityRatio	0.39436619718309857
totalSentences	71
uniqueOpeners	28

0.00%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount	0
totalSentences	71
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

73.52%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"She adjusted the strap of"
1	"They didn't walk so much"
2	"She did not create so"
3	"They bloomed in neon violets"
4	"She reached out, nearly brushing"
5	"She gasped, stumbling slightly."
6	"It’s not Earth."
7	"It’s not even the Fae"
8	"It is a pocket, Nyx"
9	"We could wander for an"
10	"They pushed deeper, passing through"
11	"It looked like a city"
12	"She looked at the Heartstone"
13	"It wasn't just pulsing now;"
14	"She felt a phantom pull,"
15	"We are hunting a tear"
16	"We use the small ones,"
17	"She felt a sudden, irrational"
18	"It would be so easy"
19	"She clutched the hilt of"

ratio

0.366

79.72%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The air inside the grove"
1	"Here, within the circle of"
2	"Aurora Carter stood at the"
3	"She adjusted the strap of"
4	"The moonsilver dagger felt unnervingly"
5	"The gem was pulsing, a"
6	"The shade shifted, their humanoid"
7	"They didn't walk so much"
8	"Isolde Varga moved ahead of"
9	"She did not create so"
10	"The Veil is thin here,"
11	"The song is for the"
12	"Rory nodded, her gaze fixed"
13	"The wildflowers here were wrong."
14	"They bloomed in neon violets"
15	"She reached out, nearly brushing"
16	"She gasped, stumbling slightly."
17	"Rory whispered, her London sharpness"
18	"It’s not Earth."
19	"It’s not even the Fae"

ratio

0.761

100.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Before them lay a expanse"
1	"If you give it your"

ratio

0.028

44.82%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"The gem was pulsing, a rhythmic, deep crimson beat that seemed to sync with the frantic thrum of her own heart."
1	"They bloomed in neon violets and electric blues, their petals vibrating with a frequency that made her teeth ache."
2	"They pushed deeper, passing through a threshold of hanging vines that seemed to part of their own volition."
3	"It wasn't just pulsing now; it was glowing with a frantic, blinding intensity, as if desperate to pull her toward that distant city."
4	"She felt a phantom pull, a strange, sickening gravity in her gut that whispered of indulgence, of food and drink and the kind of release that only a soul could …"
5	"She felt a sudden, irrational urge to sit down, to let the beauty of the amber light wash over her and forget the barrister father who expected greatness and th…"
6	"They ventured forward into the amber glow, the silence of the grove closing back in behind them, swallowing their footprints as if they had never existed at all…"

100.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags	0
uselessAdditionCount	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

77.3314%