Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE9N9CJ1TDS1TX2AK1XCTG5

Run Details

Model:: Claude Sonnet 5 (Reasoning, Low)
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 33.1s
Cost:: $0.025140
Provider:: Amazon Bedrock

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
76.55%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
76.55%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
100.00%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
79.99%	Name drop frequency	(details)
0.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
10.79%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
88.55%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
88.86%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
81.13%	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)
100.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Technical jargon density	(details)
100.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
100.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
82.6670%	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 standing stones marked the edge of the world Rory knew, and she felt the crossing the way one feels a held breath released—a pressure lifting somewhere behind her sternum, replaced by something thinner and stranger in the air.

"Stay close," Nyx murmured, their voice threading through the space between her ear and the wind, though there was no wind here that she could feel. "The Grove does not care for those who wander from their guide."

Rory stepped past the second stone and the world changed its mind about what season it was.

Behind her, Richmond Park had been all November—bare branches, frost-hardened mud, the low grey light of an English afternoon sliding toward four o'clock dusk. Here, wildflowers grew in drifts of color that shouldn't have existed side by side: bluebells tangled with what looked like summer poppies, white starflowers she'd never seen in any garden pushing up through moss that glowed faintly, like something remembered rather than real. The light had no clear source. It simply was, golden and diffuse, as if the sun had dissolved into the air itself.

"It's beautiful," she said, and hated how small her voice sounded.

"It is meant to be." Nyx's silhouette rippled at the edges, darker than the shadows the trees threw, which fell in directions that didn't correspond to any light Rory could identify. "Beauty is a kind of leash here. Do not forget that."

They walked. The ground gave slightly beneath her boots, springy as peat, and she became aware, gradually, that she could not hear her own footsteps. No twig-snap, no crunch of leaf litter. Silence pooled around her ankles and rose. When she glanced back, the trail they'd cut through the flowers had already vanished, stems righting themselves, petals unbruised.

"Isolde said the grove listens," Rory said. "I thought she meant that as a metaphor."

"Isolde," Nyx said, "rarely deals in metaphor. It is one of her more irritating qualities."

The trees thickened as they went deeper, ancient oaks with bark like braided rope, trunks wide enough that three people could not have circled them hand to hand. Between the trees, threads of silver mist moved without any breeze to carry them, curling low across the flowers, and where the mist touched, the blooms turned briefly to glass before softening back into petal. Rory reached out once, unable to stop herself, and Nyx's hand—cool and without quite enough substance, like touching the memory of a hand—caught her wrist before her fingers closed.

"Don't."

"I wasn't going to pick it."

"You were going to touch it. That is enough, sometimes." Nyx's violet eyes, twin smears of glow in the deepening shade beneath the canopy, flicked toward the mist and away. "Time does not move the way you expect, here. A touch can cost you a moment. Or a decade. The Grove has never been particular about which."

That should have frightened her more than it did. Instead a strange calm settled over her, the kind she associated with the edges of dreams, where danger existed as an idea rather than a threat, softened by the sheer improbability of everything around her. She thought of Evan, briefly and without wanting to—the flat grey ordinariness of the fear he'd taught her, so different from this bright, humming unease—and then let the thought go, because here, even her oldest wounds felt further away, muffled under moss and gold light.

They came to a ring of standing stones far older-looking than the ones at the boundary, weathered to soft grey lumps, some fallen and half-swallowed by earth, some still upright and leaning together like old women sharing a secret. In the center of the ring, water pooled in a shallow stone basin, black and utterly still, reflecting a sky that did not match the canopy above them—Rory tilted her head back and saw only leaves, but the water showed stars, cold and wintering, though it was surely still afternoon on the other side of the boundary stones.

"Is this it?" she asked. "Where she is?"

"Close." Nyx's form thinned at the shoulders, edges smoking into the deeper shadow between two leaning stones, and for a moment Rory thought they might vanish entirely, slip away into whatever between-place they called home. "She will find us. She always knows before we do."

As if summoned by the saying of it, a voice threaded out from the trees—not loud, not close, but perfectly clear, as though it had been spoken directly into the small hollow of Rory's skull.

*You have brought her at last, Shadow. I wondered how long you would make me wait.*

Rory's hand found the hilt of the Fae-forged blade at her hip without her quite deciding to reach for it, the moonsilver cold even through the leather sheath, humming faint reassurance against her palm. She didn't draw it. Something in the stillness of the grove told her that would be a mistake, an insult to whatever hospitality bound this place together.

Isolde emerged between two stones without seeming to walk there at all—one moment the space was empty, the next she filled it, silver hair pooling to her waist, lavender eyes catching gold light that had no source and returning it doubled. Where her bare feet met the moss, nothing bent, nothing bruised. No footprints trailed behind her, as if the grove itself declined to remember that she had passed through it.

"You feel it already," Isolde said, and her mouth curved, not quite a smile. "The pull of a place that has never learned to let go of what it loves."

"Is that a warning?" Rory asked.

"It is a fact. Facts are not always warnings. Sometimes they are only weather." Isolde tilted her head, considering Rory with an attention that felt like being weighed on some scale she couldn't see the arms of. "You wear crimson near your heart and moonlight at your hip. Gifts given before their purpose was known. That is either very lucky, Aurora Carter, or very deliberate."

Rory's fingers rose unconsciously to the Heartstone Pendant beneath her collar, felt the faint warmth of it pulsing there like a second, slower heartbeat. "Which is it?"

Isolde's smile finally arrived, small and sharp as a blade unsheathed an inch. "That," she said, "is why you have come all this way to ask me."

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	12
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	23
tagDensity	0.522
leniency	1
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

76.55%

AI-ism adverb frequency

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

wordCount

1066

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

adverb	"utterly"
count	1

adverb	"perfectly"
count	1

adverb	"very"
count	2

highlights

0	"slightly"
1	"utterly"
2	"perfectly"
3	"very"

100.00%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

100.00%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

76.55%

AI-ism word frequency

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

wordCount

1066

totalAiIsms

found

word	"could feel"
count	1

word	"footsteps"
count	1

word	"silence"
count	1

word	"flicked"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	1

highlights

0	"could feel"
1	"footsteps"
2	"silence"
3	"flicked"
4	"warmth"

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	42
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount	0
hedgeCount	0
narrationSentences	42
filterMatches	(empty)
hedgeMatches	(empty)

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

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

analyzedSentences	53
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	59
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans

markdownWords

totalWords

1057

ratio

0.015

matches

0	"You have brought her at last, Shadow. I wondered how long you would make me wait."

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	9
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

79.99%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

857

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.4

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

2.5

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Rory	12
Richmond	1
Park	1
November	1
English	1
Nyx	6
Evan	1
Shadow	1
Fae-forged	1
Isolde	4
Heartstone	1
Pendant	1

persons

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

places

0	"Richmond"
1	"Park"
2	"Heartstone"

globalScore

0.8

windowScore

0.833

0.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

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

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"looked like summer poppies, white starflo"
1	"not quite a smile"
2	"felt like being weighed on some scale s"

10.79%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

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

totalMatches

per1kWords

1.892

wordCount

1057

matches

0	"not loud, not close, but perfectly clear, as though it had been spoken directly into"
1	"not close, but perfectly clear, as though it had been spoken directly into"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"remember that she"

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

40.65

std

29.04

0.714

sampleLengths

0	39
1	38
2	17
3	89
4	11
5	42
6	58
7	15
8	15
9	92
10	1
11	6
12	57
13	89
14	97
15	8
16	45
17	35
18	16
19	61
20	71
21	30
22	6
23	65
24	27
25	27

88.55%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"been spoken"
1	"being weighed"

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount	0
totalVerbs	144
matches	(empty)

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

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

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.132

matches

0	"The standing stones marked the edge of the world Rory knew, and she felt the crossing the way one feels a held breath released—a pressure lifting somewhere behind her sternum, replaced by something thinner and stranger in the air."
1	"Behind her, Richmond Park had been all November—bare branches, frost-hardened mud, the low grey light of an English afternoon sliding toward four o'clock dusk."
2	"Rory reached out once, unable to stop herself, and Nyx's hand—cool and without quite enough substance, like touching the memory of a hand—caught her wrist before her fingers closed."
3	"She thought of Evan, briefly and without wanting to—the flat grey ordinariness of the fear he'd taught her, so different from this bright, humming unease—and then let the thought go, because here, even her oldest wounds felt further away, muffled under moss and gold light."
4	"In the center of the ring, water pooled in a shallow stone basin, black and utterly still, reflecting a sky that did not match the canopy above them—Rory tilted her head back and saw only leaves, but the water showed stars, cold and wintering, though it was surely still afternoon on the other side of the boundary stones."
5	"As if summoned by the saying of it, a voice threaded out from the trees—not loud, not close, but perfectly clear, as though it had been spoken directly into the small hollow of Rory's skull."
6	"Isolde emerged between two stones without seeming to walk there at all—one moment the space was empty, the next she filled it, silver hair pooling to her waist, lavender eyes catching gold light that had no source and returning it doubled."

88.86%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

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

wordCount

872

adjectiveStacks

stackExamples

0	"strange calm settled over her,"

adverbCount

adverbRatio

0.045871559633027525

lyAdverbCount

lyAdverbRatio

0.016055045871559634

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

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

totalSentences	53
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

19.94

std

13.53

0.678

sampleLengths

0	39
1	26
2	12
3	17
4	24
5	43
6	6
7	16
8	11
9	31
10	11
11	2
12	23
13	7
14	7
15	19
16	7
17	8
18	15
19	28
20	35
21	29
22	1
23	6
24	30
25	27
26	9
27	35
28	45
29	39
30	58
31	5
32	3
33	35
34	10
35	35
36	7
37	9
38	34
39	4
40	23
41	41
42	11
43	19
44	14
45	16
46	6
47	37
48	28
49	24

81.13%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	2
diversityRatio	0.5094339622641509
totalSentences	53
uniqueOpeners	27

92.59%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Instead a strange calm settled"

ratio

0.028

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"It simply was, golden and"
1	"she said, and hated how"
2	"She thought of Evan, briefly"
3	"They came to a ring"
4	"*You have brought her at"
5	"I wondered how long you"
6	"She didn't draw it."

ratio

0.194

85.00%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The standing stones marked the"
1	"Nyx murmured, their voice threading"
2	"Rory stepped past the second"
3	"Here, wildflowers grew in drifts"
4	"The light had no clear"
5	"It simply was, golden and"
6	"she said, and hated how"
7	"Nyx's silhouette rippled at the"
8	"The ground gave slightly beneath"
9	"Silence pooled around her ankles"
10	"The trees thickened as they"
11	"Rory reached out once, unable"
12	"Nyx's violet eyes, twin smears"
13	"That should have frightened her"
14	"She thought of Evan, briefly"
15	"They came to a ring"
16	"Nyx's form thinned at the"
17	"*You have brought her at"
18	"I wondered how long you"
19	"Rory's hand found the hilt"

ratio

0.75

100.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"As if summoned by the"

ratio

0.028

0.00%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Here, wildflowers grew in drifts of color that shouldn't have existed side by side: bluebells tangled with what looked like summer poppies, white starflowers sh…"
1	"In the center of the ring, water pooled in a shallow stone basin, black and utterly still, reflecting a sky that did not match the canopy above them—Rory tilted…"
2	"As if summoned by the saying of it, a voice threaded out from the trees—not loud, not close, but perfectly clear, as though it had been spoken directly into the…"
3	"Something in the stillness of the grove told her that would be a mistake, an insult to whatever hospitality bound this place together."
4	"Isolde emerged between two stones without seeming to walk there at all—one moment the space was empty, the next she filled it, silver hair pooling to her waist,…"

100.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags	12
uselessAdditionCount	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Nyx murmured (murmur)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.348

leniency

0.696

rawRatio

0.125

effectiveRatio

0.087

82.6670%