Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMETGRC1Q71Y9XM1PETW4HR

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

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The young woman slammed her palm against the scarred wooden bar, buzzing with too much energy for this stale hour of a stinking rainy London evening. Her straight, shoulder-length black hair flicked water droplets onto the ancient surface, each bead catching the muted green glow of the neon Raven's Nest sign above. A caffeine-induced tremor ran through her fingers. Twenty-five-year-old Aurora Carter, now calling herself Rory mostly, exhaled—a long, slow release of the tension that had become her constant companion in this bustling city. "Should've known you'd be here when you aren't supposed to be." Rory stiffened, recognising the voice immediately and yet not at all. The Welsh lilt still carried the same musical quality, but the confidence had deepened into something unexpected—something silencing. The back of her neck prickled. She turned slowly, one elbow still braced against the bar, her vivid blue eyes making their slow ascent up from the fountain tap skimming through regulars at the public bar to the man who had somehow materialised beside her, as immaterial as the fine beer going flat in the glasses before them. The bar manager. This place was owned by someone she remembered as kind of friend. Something now rector in the eyes... "Silas." Her voice caught, clearing into something closer to normal. "What are you doing behind the bar?" Silas Blackwood inclined his head—but the gesture felt more like an acknowledgement of a greeting than deference to his position. At sixty, his frame, significant limped still after all these years, had filled out—powerful shoulders, a neck like a bull's. The auburn streaked with distinguished grey not just at his temples but throughout, framing hazel eyes that seemed too young for the lines bracketing them. His neatly trimmed beard was immaculate. The feat of maintaining such presentation after the life he once led stunned her. How could he look so inevitable, so literally settled? The last time she laid eyes on him in Cardiff years ago, he'd been bursting with the restless energy of someone still on a mission that mattered. He was a proper old monster, impressive but terrifying in his menace. "Working," he said, his tone efficient and yet unmistakably rendering the answer incomplete. His signet ring, silver and bearing his own distinctive crest, caught the dim light from behind where the bookshelf concealed more than nostalgia. "The school," she said, trying to ground them in the common past. "I heard... Brendan went to Sydney eventually." "He did. Thought the climate would be easier on his joints." Silas wiped a drip of condensation from a fresh glass before polished it with the practiced, economical motions of someone for whom bar tending was not, as it first appeared, an unexpressive craft but something else entirely—perhaps the posture of long-dreading patterns for the benefit of his more dubious patrons. "Jennifer's well enough, too. Her botanical sketches are still hanging." The 기사-shadow crossed Rory's features subtly—a mere flicker of the tiny crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, nearly invisible as she'd grown older. The bartender's intelligent, assessing eyes caught nothing. "I keep meaning to visit", she began, then wondered at the lie leaving her lips and subtly enough replaced it. "They'd prefer I didn't, frankly." Silas merely nodded, not condemning her choice but acknowledging it—a slight, almost imperceptible dip of the chin that carried more weight than words could have. The air between them seemed charged, less with anger than with the electric silence of unstated positions, complicated situations, and deeply buried regrets. Rory's gaze drifted to the various old black-and-white photographs that covered the walls behind him. So many ghost-eyed, old friends pictured there. Some faces she recognised. Others looked like the people they once were—frozen in time. "Nostalgia doesn't pay the drink tabs," Silas said, following her line of sight with mild curiosity in his expression. "Not that it ever did." "A few many years ago, it worked for us, somehow." Rory managed a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. She could recall bits of the devil they'd raised across the post-"university innocence" era, shored up by this very person and the wider Cardiff (and later London) debauchery scene he had an acute tendency for cultivating before vanishing all too mysteriously. How curious that the man who once could supply her with the best cocaine between the Severn Estuary and Thames Estuary slogans now found himself as bartender in Soho, a respectable local who kept the hours of the established establishment, regulated liquor licenses and by the looks of things, somehow, running a rather suave looking business. "-work does," his voice carried a measured calm that belied what she knew lay beneath that weathered skin. "You know, things have changed rather dramatically." Rory turned to face him fully now, her attention latitudes shifting from the general humid, rain-soaked atmosphere of the pub to the very specific man in front of her. The opinion-shaping, discerning man projecting quiet authority. That, at least, hadn't changed. Whatever adventures had led him to this dim corner between Oxford Street and Regent Street hadn't diminished that electrifying force surrounding him. The very air of him projected years of hard-won wisdom and of having plats of brutal history under his belt—not those of a boy spy but of a worldy, played all the angles man who had seen governments fall and factions rise and fall. All from within a place supposedly insulated from the chaos. "Me too," she admitted softly, jolting out of her reverie as his customer whose presence was currently being ignored by both exhaled noisily behind them. "I deliver, past work gone somewhat awry. Had morning moods. You remember." Silas's lips pressed together—almost a smile. "I thought you were in law." The words struck her harder than expected, landing with the dead weight of shared memory. Law. The noble profession their parents so desperately wanted for them, the path of quiet respectability that seemed to have eventually claimed her, expected old friend, though she often wondered when precisely he'd learned where she'd gone wrong. "Path filtered out. Reality checked in." She gestured vaguely with one hand before we stirred to a stop. "Now I deliver Chinese food, mostly to idiots." A tiny, bitter chuckle escaped her. "Though admittedly less idiotic than the ones I was once defending though not admittedly less thankful." "Scars change people," Silas observed, and Rory wondered if he meant her entrance mark or something deeper, more philosophical. His words came slowly, deliberately—never rushed with the expediency she might have expected, even from the brief flashes of him she'd had once. "The generation gap does too. You went from a girl with the future spread before her to a woman with corners cut and edges worn. Better that than constant dreaming, one can only imagine." "Or," Rory's statement came with what felt like a shot of cramping iced water in the gut, as if suddenly understanding what operational he could possibly be, why he was lingering when Barney was currently looking at her and a new group of suits in frock coats had come in hungry, "you wake up and find you're retired before you were properly working." The bartender's hazel eyes, distinguished by patience and perhaps seeing exactly how one would arrive at this path, didn't waver. "I had the luxury of a choice." The conciseness of recognition in his tone hit harder than any theatrics. He knew. Of course he knew. Nothing about this chance meeting felt accidental now. A cold shiver ran down Rory's spine, despite the reasonably warm temperature inside the bar, almost damp and intimate with its dark and personal feel. "Yes, well, the rest of us weren't so fortunate to skid into our early twenties, piss off the old boss and land on feet." What was he doing here? Had he been watching her? Not really the style. "Not everyone has the stamina for being pushed around." His voice contained something odd—affection, perhaps, but layered with something sharper, darker, a hint echoing with quiet pity. He worked quickly at a couple of beers, deftly handling the heavy glasses. "Nor the ambition to orchestrate misfortune." Aurora, who had unknowingly sat up a little straighter, felt her shoulders drop fractionally. "Is that what I did? Orchestrate?" Her dry chuckle had transformed bitterly. He was one to talk—a master of orchestration in his own right, if the rumours she'd barely pieced together were true. She shifted, her slip-off trainers still soaked from the rain, squelching slightly against the bar mat. None of this would have happened if it hadn't rained. If she hadn't needed shelter. If he hadn't been here when he never had worked the weekend he had previously said he never would. "Ambition," Silas corrected gently, placatingly almost, although nothing about his demeanour suggested appeasement, "is never a crime." He reached under the counter momentarily, then placed a drink in front of her—a whiskey, neat, unasked for. "Neither is knowing when to change key. Leaving behind the one with the inevitable dead ends." Rory stared at the whiskey, the amber liquid catching the low light. Ambition—a word she hadn't heard applied to her in decades, not by anyone who mattered. Mostly they called her foolish, reckless, broken. Not ambitious. She picked up the glass, its cool surface condensation a temporary anchor in this increasingly surreal conversation. "You never used to work weekends," she said instead, the accusation emerging softer than she'd intended. "Not back then with Jenny." "Situations change," Silas replied, his eyes never leaving her face. "People and their circumstances evolve. Sometimes for the better. Sometimes merely for the practical." The foot the bad leg caused him to shift ever so slightly—almost as a marker of exactly how deep in the well of inconvenient truthing this conversation had become for precisely both of them. Not one of them would have sought this but somehow here they lived in it. "Different times. Different ambitions." "Is that what this is now?" She gestured vaguely with the drink, the liquid waves catching light. "A practical evolution?" His thick beard, neatly trimmed as always, didn't move as he answered. "I suppose one could view it that way, yes." He paused, his express turning distant for a second, the iced and far off look returning for a brief moment before the professional. "A bit," he admitted with a nod that was surprisingly self-deprecating given the years between. "Though I prefer 'amplify'. Expanded Haftung, as your father might've called it. Widening the parameters of possibility, shall we say. Business is..." He looked around the half-empty room that thrummed and breathed in classic section classical virus section level, efficiently cycled by someone who clearly knew what they were doing. "Business is good." "How kind of you to ask," he continued, turning back to look directly at her with eyes grim shading into pride she hadn't recalled this man bearing. "How is Yu-Fei? I hear she's expanded the deli side rather considerably." "Still working," Rory surprised herself at feeling the sharpness in her statement. Her domesticated little escape, shelter from so grievous before the sprawled concrete jungle she'd needed to reinvigorate herself in. "Still delivers." Still gives me a reason to get out of bed. Still pays the rent. Still keeps me running on the straight nineteenth also when my mind circles exactly the same problems as I used to. None so much worked out as cleanly as she'd stupidly anticipated. "You know," Silas said, wiping the steady neglect of rainwater off the beside him still again, his signet ring glinting again effortlessly in the artificial lighting guttering on the grey marble bar counter, "you could apply for a position here. The evenings are fairly quiet, polite. Keeps the mind busy." "Keep my friends busy, you mean." The come-back came out sharper than she intended although, rather than retreat, his expression merely altered again, realizational darker. As if he'd himself already observed so across a confluence of careful data collection and psychological battlefield experience. She felt the weight of that scrutiny—felt seen in a way she hadn't experienced from anyone in a very long time. "Places like this don't happen," he asked, his gentle gesture indicating the room around them, muscle-bound furniture, a deep boasting and doing well of history inherited and lived. "People make them. I remember a situation that was similar. Can't remember all circumstances, a very stressful day... but the foundation was built on mutual advantage. And the occasional shared purpose."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
0.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags29
adverbTagCount7
adverbTags
0"she began then [then]"
1"she admitted softly [softly]"
2"She gestured vaguely [vaguely]"
3"Silas corrected gently [gently]"
4"she said instead [instead]"
5"She gestured vaguely [vaguely]"
6"He looked around [around]"
dialogueSentences51
tagDensity0.569
leniency1
rawRatio0.241
effectiveRatio0.241
59.35% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2091
totalAiIsmAdverbs17
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count2
1
adverb"very"
count5
2
adverb"softly"
count1
3
adverb"precisely"
count2
4
adverb"deliberately"
count1
5
adverb"suddenly"
count1
6
adverb"really"
count1
7
adverb"quickly"
count1
8
adverb"slightly"
count1
9
adverb"gently"
count1
10
adverb"ever so slightly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
1"very"
2"softly"
3"precisely"
4"deliberately"
5"suddenly"
6"really"
7"quickly"
8"slightly"
9"gently"
10"ever so slightly"
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)
56.96% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2091
totalAiIsms18
found
0
word"flicked"
count1
1
word"tension"
count1
2
word"lilt"
count1
3
word"efficient"
count1
4
word"flicker"
count1
5
word"weight"
count3
6
word"charged"
count1
7
word"electric"
count1
8
word"silence"
count1
9
word"measured"
count1
10
word"affection"
count1
11
word"echoing"
count1
12
word"surreal"
count1
13
word"parameters"
count1
14
word"glinting"
count1
15
word"marble"
count1
highlights
0"flicked"
1"tension"
2"lilt"
3"efficient"
4"flicker"
5"weight"
6"charged"
7"electric"
8"silence"
9"measured"
10"affection"
11"echoing"
12"surreal"
13"parameters"
14"glinting"
15"marble"
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
narrationSentences99
matches
0"s with anger"
99.57% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences99
filterMatches
0"look"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
97.60% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences118
gibberishSentences1
adjustedGibberishSentences1
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen63
ratio0.008
matches
0"The 기사-shadow crossed Rory's features subtly—a mere flicker of the tiny crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, nearly invisible as she'd grown older."
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2074
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions19
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions40
wordCount1608
uniqueNames19
maxNameDensity0.68
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
London1
Raven1
Nest1
Aurora2
Carter1
Rory11
Welsh1
Silas9
Blackwood1
Cardiff1
Severn1
Estuary2
Thames1
Soho1
Oxford1
Street2
Regent1
Barney1
Had1
persons
0"Raven"
1"Aurora"
2"Carter"
3"Rory"
4"Silas"
5"Blackwood"
6"Barney"
7"Had"
places
0"London"
1"Cardiff"
2"Severn"
3"Estuary"
4"Thames"
5"Soho"
6"Oxford"
7"Street"
8"Regent"
globalScore1
windowScore1
33.72% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences86
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"seemed charged less with anger than with the electric silence of unstated positions, complicated situations, and deeply buried regrets"
1"looked like the people they once were—fro"
2"respectability that seemed to have eventually claimed her, expected old friend, though she often wondered when precisely he'd learned where she'd gone wrong"
3"felt like a shot of cramping iced water"
0.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches5
per1kWords2.411
wordCount2074
matches
0"not just at his temples but throughout, framing hazel eyes"
1"not, as it first appeared, an unexpressive craft but something else entirely"
2"not condemning her choice but acknowledging it"
3"not those of a boy spy but of a worldy, played all the angles man who had seen governme"
4"Not one of them would have sought this but somehow here they lived in it"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences118
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs35
mean59.26
std31.9
cv0.538
sampleLengths
084
111
2108
317
4133
536
619
771
855
984
1024
11117
1225
13117
1437
1512
16101
1776
1863
1953
2063
2146
2297
2351
2453
2521
2677
2720
2844
2968
3039
3179
3250
3364
3459
94.63% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences99
matches
0"was owned"
1"were—frozen"
2"being ignored"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs254
matches
0"was lingering"
1"was currently looking"
2"were doing"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount17
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences17
totalSentences118
ratio0.144
matches
0"Twenty-five-year-old Aurora Carter, now calling herself Rory mostly, exhaled—a long, slow release of the tension that had become her constant companion in this bustling city."
1"The Welsh lilt still carried the same musical quality, but the confidence had deepened into something unexpected—something silencing."
2"Silas Blackwood inclined his head—but the gesture felt more like an acknowledgement of a greeting than deference to his position."
3"At sixty, his frame, significant limped still after all these years, had filled out—powerful shoulders, a neck like a bull's."
4"\"He did. Thought the climate would be easier on his joints.\" Silas wiped a drip of condensation from a fresh glass before polished it with the practiced, economical motions of someone for whom bar tending was not, as it first appeared, an unexpressive craft but something else entirely—perhaps the posture of long-dreading patterns for the benefit of his more dubious patrons."
5"The 기사-shadow crossed Rory's features subtly—a mere flicker of the tiny crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, nearly invisible as she'd grown older."
6"Silas merely nodded, not condemning her choice but acknowledging it—a slight, almost imperceptible dip of the chin that carried more weight than words could have."
7"Others looked like the people they once were—frozen in time."
8"The very air of him projected years of hard-won wisdom and of having plats of brutal history under his belt—not those of a boy spy but of a worldy, played all the angles man who had seen governments fall and factions rise and fall."
9"Silas's lips pressed together—almost a smile."
10"His words came slowly, deliberately—never rushed with the expediency she might have expected, even from the brief flashes of him she'd had once."
11"\"Not everyone has the stamina for being pushed around.\" His voice contained something odd—affection, perhaps, but layered with something sharper, darker, a hint echoing with quiet pity."
12"He was one to talk—a master of orchestration in his own right, if the rumours she'd barely pieced together were true."
13"\"Ambition,\" Silas corrected gently, placatingly almost, although nothing about his demeanour suggested appeasement, \"is never a crime.\" He reached under the counter momentarily, then placed a drink in front of her—a whiskey, neat, unasked for."
14"Ambition—a word she hadn't heard applied to her in decades, not by anyone who mattered."
15"\"People and their circumstances evolve. Sometimes for the better. Sometimes merely for the practical.\" The foot the bad leg caused him to shift ever so slightly—almost as a marker of exactly how deep in the well of inconvenient truthing this conversation had become for precisely both of them."
16"She felt the weight of that scrutiny—felt seen in a way she hadn't experienced from anyone in a very long time."
47.12% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1601
adjectiveStacks2
stackExamples
0"tiny crescent-shaped scar"
1"humid, rain-soaked atmosphere"
adverbCount116
adverbRatio0.07245471580262336
lyAdverbCount56
lyAdverbRatio0.03497813866333541
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences118
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences118
mean17.58
std12.88
cv0.733
sampleLengths
026
126
27
325
411
511
618
76
852
93
1012
116
1210
137
1420
1520
1625
176
1814
199
2027
2112
2213
2323
2412
257
2661
2710
2823
297
3020
315
3225
3323
3415
357
364
3710
3819
395
4020
4141
4256
4318
447
4529
467
475
4822
4944
73.16% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats7
diversityRatio0.4745762711864407
totalSentences118
uniqueOpeners56
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount6
totalSentences95
matches
0"So many ghost-eyed, old friends"
1"Of course he knew."
2"Mostly they called her foolish,"
3"Still gives me a reason"
4"Still pays the rent."
5"Still keeps me running on"
ratio0.063
97.89% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount29
totalSentences95
matches
0"Her straight, shoulder-length black hair"
1"She turned slowly, one elbow"
2"Her voice caught, clearing into"
3"His neatly trimmed beard was"
4"He was a proper old"
5"he said, his tone efficient"
6"His signet ring, silver and"
7"she said, trying to ground"
8"she began, then wondered at"
9"She could recall bits of"
10"she admitted softly, jolting out"
11"She gestured vaguely with one"
12"His words came slowly, deliberately—never"
13"His voice contained something odd—affection,"
14"He worked quickly at a"
15"Her dry chuckle had transformed"
16"He was one to talk—a"
17"She shifted, her slip-off trainers"
18"She picked up the glass,"
19"she said instead, the accusation"
ratio0.305
54.74% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount77
totalSentences95
matches
0"The young woman slammed her"
1"Her straight, shoulder-length black hair"
2"A caffeine-induced tremor ran through"
3"Rory stiffened, recognising the voice"
4"The Welsh lilt still carried"
5"The back of her neck"
6"She turned slowly, one elbow"
7"The bar manager."
8"This place was owned by"
9"Something now rector in the"
10"Her voice caught, clearing into"
11"Silas Blackwood inclined his head—but"
12"The auburn streaked with distinguished"
13"His neatly trimmed beard was"
14"The feat of maintaining such"
15"The last time she laid"
16"He was a proper old"
17"he said, his tone efficient"
18"His signet ring, silver and"
19"she said, trying to ground"
ratio0.811
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount3
totalSentences95
matches
0"If she hadn't needed shelter."
1"If he hadn't been here"
2"As if he'd himself already"
ratio0.032
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences45
technicalSentenceCount9
matches
0"Twenty-five-year-old Aurora Carter, now calling herself Rory mostly, exhaled—a long, slow release of the tension that had become her constant companion in this …"
1"She turned slowly, one elbow still braced against the bar, her vivid blue eyes making their slow ascent up from the fountain tap skimming through regulars at th…"
2"The last time she laid eyes on him in Cardiff years ago, he'd been bursting with the restless energy of someone still on a mission that mattered."
3"Silas merely nodded, not condemning her choice but acknowledging it—a slight, almost imperceptible dip of the chin that carried more weight than words could hav…"
4"Rory's gaze drifted to the various old black-and-white photographs that covered the walls behind him."
5"The very air of him projected years of hard-won wisdom and of having plats of brutal history under his belt—not those of a boy spy but of a worldy, played all t…"
6"The noble profession their parents so desperately wanted for them, the path of quiet respectability that seemed to have eventually claimed her, expected old fri…"
7"Aurora, who had unknowingly sat up a little straighter, felt her shoulders drop fractionally."
8"As if he'd himself already observed so across a confluence of careful data collection and psychological battlefield experience."
38.79% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags29
uselessAdditionCount5
matches
0"he said, his tone efficient and yet unmistakably rendering the answer incomplete"
1"she said, trying to ground them in the common past"
2"Rory's statement came, as if suddenly understanding what operational he could possibly be, why he was lingering when Barney was currently looking at her and a new group of suits in frock coats had come in hungry,"
3"she said instead, the accusation emerging softer than she'd intended"
4"She gestured vaguely, the liquid waves catching light"
32.35% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags13
fancyCount6
fancyTags
0"she admitted softly (admit)"
1"Silas observed (observe)"
2"Silas corrected gently (correct)"
3"he admitted (admit)"
4"He looked around (look)"
5"he continued (continue)"
dialogueSentences51
tagDensity0.255
leniency0.51
rawRatio0.462
effectiveRatio0.235
72.8631%