Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE96R5Z405Q6JZNCKRNGQ88

Run Details

Model:: Claude Sonnet 5 (Reasoning)
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 33.5s
Cost:: $0.024140
Provider:: Amazon Bedrock

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
85.27%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
80.35%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
85.71%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
97.55%	Name drop frequency	(details)
0.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
100.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
98.25%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
82.68%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
74.48%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
92.59%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
85.00%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
28.57%	Technical jargon density	(details)
91.67%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
16.67%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
80.6263%	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 oaks marked the edge of it, seven of them, standing in a ring so old their bark had gone the grey of river stone. Rory counted them twice, because the first time she'd counted six, and the second time eight, and neither number felt like it wanted to sit still in her head.

"Don't do that," Nyx said, their voice a thread of cold air against her ear. "Counting. It notices."

"What notices?"

"The grove." They didn't elaborate, and their shadow-form rippled at the edges like smoke deciding whether to hold its shape.

Rory stepped between two of the standing stones, and the sound of London traffic — three streets and a jogging path away, she'd have sworn to it — simply stopped. Not faded. Stopped, the way a record stops when the needle lifts. In its place came birdsong she didn't recognize, high and layered, three or four different calls braided together though she couldn't see a single bird in the canopy above.

"Isolde said an hour," she said. "Or a day. She wasn't specific."

"She's never specific," Nyx murmured. "It's rather the point of her."

The grass beneath her boots was too green, an almost lacquered green, and starred everywhere with wildflowers that had no business blooming together — snowdrops beside foxglove beside something violently orange she'd never seen in any hedgerow in Wales. She crouched and touched a petal and it was warm, warmer than the air, like it had a small sun folded inside it.

"That's new," she said.

"Everything here is new," Nyx said. "And everything here is older than the stone under Westminster. Both at once. Don't try to reconcile it. You'll strain something."

The pendant at her throat gave a small pulse of heat, there and gone, and she pressed her palm flat against it through her shirt. Not a portal, then. Just — recognition, maybe. The Heartstone seemed to know when it was somewhere it mattered.

They walked. The grove did not end where a grove ought to end; the trees thickened instead of thinning, and the light changed from green-gold to something closer to dusk though no time at all seemed to have passed by the angle of it. Rory glanced back once and could no longer find the standing stones, only more oaks, more grass, more that impossible orange flower nodding in a wind she couldn't feel on her skin.

"I don't like that," she said.

"Good," said Nyx. "Liking it is how people stop leaving."

A brook appeared where she was fairly certain there had been none a moment before, threading between two roots thick as her waist. The water ran silver-bright and, when she leaned close, it wasn't reflecting the canopy above but a sky that wasn't there — stars, wheeling slowly, in a pattern she didn't know, as if the water remembered a different sky from a different place and had decided to keep it.

"Nyx."

"I see it."

"Is that — is that Fae sky, or —"

"I don't know," they said, and something in the admission unsettled her more than any answer would have. Nyx had existed since 1643. Nyx did not often say *I don't know*.

She made herself keep walking rather than kneel there and stare into a borrowed sky. The trees opened into a small clearing choked with flowers she recognized this time — bluebells, an ocean of them, nodding under a canopy gone the deep violet of a bruise, though it was surely still afternoon on the other side of the standing stones. In the center of the bluebells stood a single tree unlike the oaks, silver-barked, its leaves the same pale lavender as Isolde's eyes, and it hummed. Not with sound exactly. With a pressure behind the teeth, a note felt rather than heard.

"That's her tree," Rory said, without knowing how she knew.

"It's a marker," Nyx corrected. "Old fae plant them at the mouths of their groves, the way your kind hang a bell on a door. It means we are close, or that we are watched, or both."

"Comforting."

"I never claimed comfort."

The bluebells parted around her boots without bending, which she noticed only after three steps, and then wished she hadn't noticed at all, because once seen it could not be unseen: the flowers were leaning away from her, subtly, deliberately, a small tide of retreat rippling out from each footfall. She stopped walking.

"They're afraid," she said.

"They're careful," Nyx said. "There's a difference, though I understand why you wouldn't feel it just now."

Wonder and unease sat so close together here that Rory couldn't find the seam between them. She thought of Dymas, once, in a story Isolde had half-told her — amber skies and orchards heavy with fruit that begged to be eaten, hospitality with teeth in it. This grove had that same doubled quality, beauty offered with a hand you couldn't quite see behind the back. She thought of her mother's kitchen in Cardiff, warm bread and radio static, and the memory arrived so sharply it ached, as though the grove had reached in and turned up its brightness on purpose.

"It's doing something to me," she said.

"It does that," Nyx agreed. "Time isn't the only thing that bends here. Memory softens. Wanting sharpens. Best not to linger on either."

Ahead, past the silver tree, the light thickened into something like dusk turning to true dark, and within that dark she caught — for one instant, gone before she could be sure — the pale gleam of hair long enough to pool on the ground, and eyes the color of thinned wine, watching her without blinking, without footprints in the crushed bluebells beneath.

"Isolde," Rory breathed.

The shape was gone. The hum of the silver tree deepened by half a note, as if in answer, or amusement, or warning — Rory could not have said which, and suspected that was rather the point of it too.

She reached for the pendant again, found it cool now, unbothered, and let that be the only steady thing she trusted as she stepped past the tree and further into the dark.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	15
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	30
tagDensity	0.5
leniency	1
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

85.27%

AI-ism adverb frequency

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

wordCount

1018

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"slowly"
count	1

adverb	"deliberately"
count	1

adverb	"sharply"
count	1

highlights

0	"slowly"
1	"deliberately"
2	"sharply"

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)

80.35%

AI-ism word frequency

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

wordCount

1018

totalAiIsms

found

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"unsettled"
count	1

word	"comforting"
count	1

word	"footfall"
count	1

highlights

0	"pulse"
1	"unsettled"
2	"comforting"
3	"footfall"

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	50
matches	(empty)

85.71%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

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

analyzedSentences	64
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	61
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans

markdownWords

totalWords

1029

ratio

0.003

matches

0	"I don't know"

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	18
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

97.55%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

858

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.05

worstName

"Nyx"

maxWindowNameDensity

worstWindowName

"Nyx"

discoveredNames

Rory	7
London	1
Nyx	9
Wales	1
Heartstone	1
Isolde	2
Wonder	1
Dymas	1
Cardiff	1
Ahead	1

persons

0	"Rory"
1	"Nyx"
2	"Heartstone"
3	"Isolde"

places

0	"London"
1	"Wales"
2	"Cardiff"

globalScore

0.976

windowScore

0.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

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

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"felt like it wanted to sit still in her"
1	"quite see behind the back"
2	"something like dusk turning to true dark, an"

100.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

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

totalMatches	0
per1kWords	0
wordCount	1029
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"let that be"

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

30.26

std

29.04

0.959

sampleLengths

0	54
1	18
2	2
3	20
4	71
5	12
6	11
7	62
8	4
9	27
10	44
11	76
12	6
13	10
14	72
15	1
16	3
17	9
18	31
19	102
20	10
21	37
22	1
23	4
24	53
25	4
26	17
27	100
28	7
29	23
30	63
31	3
32	40
33	32

98.25%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"was gone"

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

149

matches

0	"wasn't reflecting"
1	"were leaning"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

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

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.141

matches

0	"Rory stepped between two of the standing stones, and the sound of London traffic — three streets and a jogging path away, she'd have sworn to it — simply stopped."
1	"The grass beneath her boots was too green, an almost lacquered green, and starred everywhere with wildflowers that had no business blooming together — snowdrops beside foxglove beside something violently orange she'd never seen in any hedgerow in Wales."
2	"Just — recognition, maybe."
3	"The grove did not end where a grove ought to end; the trees thickened instead of thinning, and the light changed from green-gold to something closer to dusk though no time at all seemed to have passed by the angle of it."
4	"The water ran silver-bright and, when she leaned close, it wasn't reflecting the canopy above but a sky that wasn't there — stars, wheeling slowly, in a pattern she didn't know, as if the water remembered a different sky from a different place and had decided to keep it."
5	"The trees opened into a small clearing choked with flowers she recognized this time — bluebells, an ocean of them, nodding under a canopy gone the deep violet of a bruise, though it was surely still afternoon on the other side of the standing stones."
6	"She thought of Dymas, once, in a story Isolde had half-told her — amber skies and orchards heavy with fruit that begged to be eaten, hospitality with teeth in it."
7	"Ahead, past the silver tree, the light thickened into something like dusk turning to true dark, and within that dark she caught — for one instant, gone before she could be sure — the pale gleam of hair long enough to pool on the ground, and eyes the color of thinned wine, watching her without blinking, without footprints in the crushed bluebells beneath."
8	"The hum of the silver tree deepened by half a note, as if in answer, or amusement, or warning — Rory could not have said which, and suspected that was rather the point of it too."

82.68%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

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

wordCount	485
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	29
adverbRatio	0.05979381443298969
lyAdverbCount	6
lyAdverbRatio	0.012371134020618556

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

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

totalSentences	64
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

16.08

std

14.57

0.906

sampleLengths

0	25
1	29
2	15
3	3
4	2
5	20
6	30
7	2
8	10
9	29
10	6
11	6
12	5
13	6
14	39
15	23
16	4
17	6
18	21
19	25
20	4
21	4
22	11
23	2
24	42
25	32
26	6
27	3
28	7
29	23
30	49
31	1
32	3
33	9
34	18
35	5
36	8
37	15
38	45
39	26
40	4
41	12
42	10
43	5
44	32
45	1
46	4
47	50
48	3
49	4

74.48%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	4
diversityRatio	0.484375
totalSentences	64
uniqueOpeners	31

92.59%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Just — recognition, maybe."

ratio

0.028

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"They didn't elaborate, and their"
1	"She crouched and touched a"
2	"they said, and something in"
3	"She made herself keep walking"
4	"She stopped walking."
5	"She thought of Dymas, once,"
6	"She thought of her mother's"
7	"She reached for the pendant"

ratio

0.222

85.00%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The oaks marked the edge"
1	"Rory counted them twice, because"
2	"Nyx said, their voice a"
3	"They didn't elaborate, and their"
4	"Rory stepped between two of"
5	"The grass beneath her boots"
6	"She crouched and touched a"
7	"The pendant at her throat"
8	"The Heartstone seemed to know"
9	"The grove did not end"
10	"Rory glanced back once and"
11	"A brook appeared where she"
12	"The water ran silver-bright and,"
13	"they said, and something in"
14	"Nyx had existed since 1643."
15	"Nyx did not often say"
16	"She made herself keep walking"
17	"The trees opened into a"
18	"Rory said, without knowing how"
19	"The bluebells parted around her"

ratio

0.75

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	36
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

28.57%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"The grass beneath her boots was too green, an almost lacquered green, and starred everywhere with wildflowers that had no business blooming together — snowdrops…"
1	"The water ran silver-bright and, when she leaned close, it wasn't reflecting the canopy above but a sky that wasn't there — stars, wheeling slowly, in a pattern…"
2	"She thought of Dymas, once, in a story Isolde had half-told her — amber skies and orchards heavy with fruit that begged to be eaten, hospitality with teeth in i…"
3	"The hum of the silver tree deepened by half a note, as if in answer, or amusement, or warning — Rory could not have said which, and suspected that was rather th…"

91.67%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"Nyx said, their voice a thread of cold air against her ear"

16.67%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Nyx murmured (murmur)"
1	"Nyx corrected (correct)"
2	"Nyx agreed (agree)"
3	"Rory breathed (breathe)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.467

leniency

0.933

rawRatio

0.286

effectiveRatio

0.267

80.6263%