Run: 2026-06-24-01KVX3GNM7CR8A8FGP657TD2Q7

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1m 7s
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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Literary Fiction genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
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Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4413" name="Silas Blackwood" aliases="Silas, Si, the Spymaster" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Mentor"> <eyeColor>hazel</eyeColor> <hair>grey-streaked auburn</hair> <height>6'1"</height> <age>58</age> <beard>neatly trimmed, matching his grey-streaked auburn hair</beard> <limp>slight limp in his left leg from an old knee injury</limp> <signetRing>silver signet ring, always worn on his right hand</signetRing> <description>Silas is a retired intelligence operative turned bar owner. He carries himself with quiet authority.</description> <backstory>Former MI6 field agent who retired after a botched operation in Prague left him with a permanent knee injury. He opened "The Raven's Nest" bar in Soho as a front for his network of contacts.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the literary fiction genre. Two old friends who haven't seen each other in years run into each other unexpectedly at a bar. One of them has changed significantly. Through their conversation and the tension between who they were and who they've become, reveal the weight of time and unspoken regret. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

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The gin hit the back of her throat like a memory she hadn't invited. Rory set the glass down on the bartop, the condensation pooling beneath her palm. Silas had left the good bottle out tonight. Tanqueray No. Ten. The man was either in a generous mood or needed something from her. With Silas, both options kept the same company. She'd parked herself on the third stool from the end, the one with the wobble she'd never told him about. The bar hummed with its usual Tuesday crowd. A pair of dock workers arguing about football in the corner. A woman in a sequined dress crying into her phone near the toilets. Two men in expensive suits drinking cheap beer and pretending the combination didn't scream undercover. The green neon sign outside cast its sickly glow through the window, painting everything in shades of absinthe and shadow. Rory traced the rim of her glass with her fingertip. The door swung open. She didn't look up. The Nest had a steady rotation of strangers and regulars, and she'd learned long ago that most people who walked through doors weren't worth the effort of acknowledging. The cold draught from Soho bit at her bare arms, and she pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders. "Rory?" The voice hit her like a brick wrapped in velvet. Familiar. Wrong. Familiar in all the wrong ways. She turned. Eva stood three feet away, her hand still on the door handle. But it wasn't Eva. Not the Eva she carried around in her head like a photograph she couldn't throw away. That Eva had wild curls she refused to tame and paint-stained fingers and laughed like every joke was the best one she'd ever heard. This Eva stood straight-backed in a charcoal blazer that cost more than Rory's monthly rent. Her hair fell in sleek, blow-dried waves past her shoulders. Her nails were French-manicured. Her eyes, those dark brown eyes that used to crinkle at the corners, sat hollow in a face that had learned to arrange itself into pleasant blankness. "Jesus Christ." "Not quite." For a moment, neither of them moved. The football argument swelled behind them. Someone fed coins into the jukebox. Tom Waits started growling about broken hearts and cheap wine. Eva's heels clicked against the wooden floor as she approached. She slid onto the stool beside Rory, setting her handbag on the bar with the precision of someone who'd had it drilled into her. Posture. Poise. Presentation. "You look well." "You're lying." "Occupational hazard." Eva signalled to the barman. "Whatever she's having." The barman glanced at Rory. She raised two fingers. He reached for a second glass. Silence settled between them like a third person at the bar. Rory studied Eva's profile in her peripheral vision. The sharp line of her jaw. The way she held her shoulders, squared and braced, as if waiting for impact. The thin gold chain around her neck that caught the low light. "Didn't think you drank anymore." "I don't. Not really." Eva accepted the glass, held it without sipping. "Circumstantial relapse." "Circumstantial." "I saw you through the window. Almost kept walking." "Why didn't you?" Eva turned the glass a quarter rotation. The gin caught the light. "Haven't seen you in, what, three years?" "Two years, seven months." Rory lifted her glass. "Give or take." "You're counting." "Old habit." "Cardiff habit." "Same thing." Eva finally drank. A small, controlled sip. The kind that said she'd taught herself to savour rather than swallow. Everything about her spoke of discipline, of edges sharpened and corners smoothed. Rory wondered what had been cut away to make room for all that polish. "I tried calling. After you left." Eva set her glass down. "Your number changed." "Had to." "Evan?" "Evan." The name sat between them like a stain. Rory watched Eva's fingers tighten around her glass, the knuckles whitening beneath their manicured shell. A crack in the facade. Brief. Almost invisible. "Did he, I mean, are you, did he hurt you before you, I mean, before you actually left?" Rory touched her left wrist. The crescent scar sat pale against her skin, a small moon that never waxed or waned. "I'm here. That's the answer to all of those." "That's not an answer. That's a deflection." "Learned from the best." Eva flinched. The reaction was microscopic, a twitch at the corner of her mouth, but Rory caught it. She'd always been good at catching things. Observations. Details. The space between what people said and what they meant. "I'm a solicitor now. Commercial law. Family firm in Mayfair." "You hate commercial law." "I hated a lot of things. Turns out, some of them pay rather well." The jukebox clicked over. Nina Simone now. Feeling good. The irony wasn't lost on either of them. "What happened to the painting? The studio you were setting up in that warehouse in Riverside?" "Landlord doubled the rent. Couldn't afford it." Eva stared at her glass. "Took a paralegal course. One thing led to another." "And now you wear blazers that cost more than my bike." "Your bike's worth three hundred quid, Rory." "Two-fifty, but who's counting." Eva almost smiled. Almost. The muscles around her mouth started the journey but lost nerve halfway. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a cigarette case. Silver. Engraved with initials that weren't hers. "Since when do you smoke?" "Since when do you deflect every personal question with a joke?" Rory watched her light the cigarette. The flame wavered. Eva's hand was shaking. Just slightly. Just enough. "That case has someone else's initials." "Mm." "Whose?" "A client's. He won't be needing it." The implication hung in the smoky air. Rory took a long drink of her gin and let it burn. "This place is a front, isn't it?" "What?" "The bar. The owner. The back room I can see through the gap in the bookshelf." Eva exhaled smoke toward the ceiling. "I'm a solicitor, Rory. I notice things." "You're a solicitor who walked into a bar in Soho at half ten on a Tuesday night, ordered gin she doesn't drink, and lit a cigarette she shouldn't be smoking. That's not noticing things. That's running from something." The silence that followed was different. Heavier. The kind that precedes confessions or fistfights, and in this bar, both happened with equal frequency. Eva stubbed out her cigarette. Half-smoked. Wasteful. She'd never been wasteful before. "I'm getting married." The words landed like a punch Rory hadn't braced for. She set her glass down. The wobble in the stool suddenly felt like an earthquake. "Congratulations." "Don't." "What do you want me to say?" "Something real. Something that sounds like you. Not this, this careful, measured person who sits alone in bars and counts the months since she last spoke to her best friend." "You weren't my best friend when I left, Eva. You were my lifeline. There's a difference, and it matters." Eva's composure fractured. Not dramatically, not with tears or raised voices. It simply ceased to function, like a machine that had been running too long on fumes. Her shoulders curved inward. Her hands came to rest in her lap, fingers interlaced, knuckles bone-white. "He's not Evan." "I didn't ask." "But you're thinking it." "I'm thinking a lot of things. Most of them aren't your business anymore." "Rory." "Don't." "He asked about you. Last week. Found out I knew you. Found out we went to school together." The temperature in the bar dropped ten degrees, or maybe that was just Rory's blood. She turned on her stool to face Eva fully. The scar on her wrist caught the light. "Found out how?" "I don't know. He said a name. Malphora." The bar noise seemed to recede. The football argument, the crying woman, the undercover suits, all of it faded to static. Rory felt the familiar cold settle in her chest, the one that had lived there since Cardiff, since Evan, since the night she'd stopped being a person and become a possession. "When's the wedding?" "October." "Send me an invitation." "You hate weddings." "I hate funerals more. And if this man knows that name, one of those is more likely than the other." Eva's glass sat untouched, the gin warming slowly. She stared at Rory with those hollow eyes, and for a moment, the years collapsed. They were nineteen again, sitting on the roof of the Cardiff University library, sharing a bottle of stolen wine and plotting futures neither of them would inhabit. "You never came back. Not once." "Couldn't." "Wouldn't." "Same thing." "It absolutely is not." The bookshelf at the far end of the bar shifted. Silas stepped through the gap, his slight limp more pronounced than usual. He paused when he saw Rory, then his gaze travelled to Eva. His hazel eyes narrowed. The silver signet ring on his right hand caught the light as he adjusted his cuff. He didn't approach. Didn't need to. His presence alone shifted the atmosphere, the way a predator's shadow changes the behaviour of everything beneath it. Eva noticed. Of course she noticed. "Friend of yours?" "Landlord." "Landlords don't usually emerge from hidden rooms behind bookshelves." "This one does." Silas moved behind the bar, collecting glasses with practiced efficiency. He passed behind Eva, close enough that his sleeve brushed her blazer. He set a fresh napkin in front of Rory. Beneath it, folded once, a note. He disappeared into the back without a word. Rory didn't touch the napkin. Not yet. "I should go." Eva reached for her handbag. Her fingers closed around the cigarette case, then released it, then closed again. "My fiance is waiting." "Is he?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means your handbag has someone else's initials on the case inside it, you're wearing a ring that doesn't fit, and you lit that cigarette with a matchbook from the Berkeley, which is across town from Mayfair." Eva stood. The stool scraped against the floor. She pulled her blazer straight, adjusted her bag, and became again the polished, controlled woman who'd walked through the door. "The wedding's October twelfth. St. Bride's. If you come, don't bring whatever this place is with you." She turned toward the exit. Her heels marked a steady rhythm against the wood. "Eva." She stopped. Didn't turn. "The name he used. Malphora. Who else did he say it to?" The pause stretched. Three seconds. Five. "Everyone." The door swung shut behind her. The cold draught swept through the bar and died. Tom Waits had given way to silence. Even the football argument had stopped. Rory picked up the napkin. Unfolded it. Silas's handwriting, precise and small. *Two men outside. Grey coats. Watching since 9:40.* She folded the note again, slipped it into her pocket, and finished her gin.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags7
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences87
tagDensity0.08
leniency0.161
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
88.88% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1799
totalAiIsmAdverbs4
found
0
adverb"really"
count1
1
adverb"slightly"
count1
2
adverb"suddenly"
count1
3
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"really"
1"slightly"
2"suddenly"
3"slowly"
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)
58.31% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1799
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"traced"
count1
1
word"velvet"
count1
2
word"familiar"
count3
3
word"silence"
count3
4
word"facade"
count1
5
word"wavered"
count1
6
word"implication"
count1
7
word"measured"
count1
8
word"fractured"
count1
9
word"absolutely"
count1
10
word"predator"
count1
highlights
0"traced"
1"velvet"
2"familiar"
3"silence"
4"facade"
5"wavered"
6"implication"
7"measured"
8"fractured"
9"absolutely"
10"predator"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences155
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences155
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences235
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen38
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords8
totalWords1799
ratio0.004
matches
0"Two men outside. Grey coats. Watching since 9:40."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions12
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
33.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions64
wordCount1247
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity2.17
worstName"Eva"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Eva"
discoveredNames
Silas5
Tuesday1
Nest1
Soho1
Eva27
Rory21
French-manicured1
Waits2
Simone1
Cardiff2
Evan1
University1
persons
0"Silas"
1"Nest"
2"Eva"
3"Rory"
4"Waits"
5"Simone"
6"Evan"
places
0"Soho"
1"Cardiff"
2"University"
globalScore0.417
windowScore0.333
93.18% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences88
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"as if waiting for impact"
1"felt like an earthquake"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1799
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences235
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs120
mean14.99
std17.5
cv1.167
sampleLengths
060
167
230
34
451
51
618
72
8112
92
102
1129
1237
133
142
1510
1615
1751
185
1914
201
219
223
2319
2411
252
262
272
282
2945
3014
312
321
331
3431
3518
3630
377
384
3937
4010
414
4214
4317
4416
4521
4611
477
484
4934
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences155
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs217
matches
0"was shaking"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences235
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1253
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"sleek, blow-dried waves"
adverbCount44
adverbRatio0.035115722266560255
lyAdverbCount9
lyAdverbRatio0.007182761372705506
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences235
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences235
mean7.66
std6.75
cv0.881
sampleLengths
014
114
28
32
41
513
68
720
88
911
1013
1115
1220
1310
144
154
1628
1719
181
1910
201
211
226
232
2412
254
2616
2724
2815
2910
304
3127
322
332
347
356
366
3710
3810
3924
401
411
421
433
442
457
463
475
484
496
55.60% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats16
diversityRatio0.37446808510638296
totalSentences235
uniqueOpeners88
53.33% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences125
matches
0"Of course she noticed."
1"Even the football argument had"
ratio0.016
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount30
totalSentences125
matches
0"She'd parked herself on the"
1"She didn't look up."
2"Her hair fell in sleek,"
3"Her nails were French-manicured."
4"Her eyes, those dark brown"
5"She slid onto the stool"
6"She raised two fingers."
7"He reached for a second"
8"She'd always been good at"
9"She reached into her handbag"
10"She'd never been wasteful before."
11"She set her glass down."
12"It simply ceased to function,"
13"Her shoulders curved inward."
14"Her hands came to rest"
15"She turned on her stool"
16"She stared at Rory with"
17"They were nineteen again, sitting"
18"He paused when he saw"
19"His hazel eyes narrowed."
ratio0.24
20.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount110
totalSentences125
matches
0"The gin hit the back"
1"Rory set the glass down"
2"Silas had left the good"
3"The man was either in"
4"She'd parked herself on the"
5"The bar hummed with its"
6"A pair of dock workers"
7"A woman in a sequined"
8"The green neon sign outside"
9"Rory traced the rim of"
10"The door swung open."
11"She didn't look up."
12"The Nest had a steady"
13"The cold draught from Soho"
14"The voice hit her like"
15"Eva stood three feet away,"
16"That Eva had wild curls"
17"This Eva stood straight-backed in"
18"Her hair fell in sleek,"
19"Her nails were French-manicured."
ratio0.88
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences125
matches(empty)
ratio0
89.95% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences54
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"The Nest had a steady rotation of strangers and regulars, and she'd learned long ago that most people who walked through doors weren't worth the effort of ackno…"
1"This Eva stood straight-backed in a charcoal blazer that cost more than Rory's monthly rent."
2"The kind that precedes confessions or fistfights, and in this bar, both happened with equal frequency."
3"She pulled her blazer straight, adjusted her bag, and became again the polished, controlled woman who'd walked through the door."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags7
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
86.2197%