Run: 2026-07-09-01KX40QS6C7T3413QKF376DXVB

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Duration:
35.4s
Cost:
$0.039019
Provider:
OpenAI

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System
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>

Model response

AI
Aurora caught the glass before it struck the floor. Beer sloshed over her knuckles. The man who had knocked it from the table stared at her hand, then at her face, as if she had performed a trick for his benefit. “Still quick.” The voice had lost its old lift. It came lower now, scraped at the edges. Rory set the glass upright. Foam slid down the side and gathered around the base. “Tom?” He smiled with only half his mouth. “That used to be the name.” Silas had sent her down for two crates of lager and a new gas cylinder. The cellar door stood open behind the bar, breathing out its damp, yeasty chill. The Raven’s Nest pressed close around them, all tobacco-dark wood and old maps pinned beneath glass. A green neon raven glowed through the front window, tinting the raincoats of people who passed outside. Somewhere behind Rory, a low speaker muttered through a Billie Holiday record. Thomas Rees leaned one hand on the bar. He had been broad-shouldered at nineteen, always in rugby shirts with mud dried in the seams. He had laughed with his whole body, head thrown back, hands clapping the nearest person hard enough to bruise. Rory remembered him vaulting low garden walls after school, remembered him stealing chips from her paper cone on Queen Street and blaming the gulls. The man in front of her had shaved his head close to the skull. A pale rope of scar ran from behind his left ear to his jaw. He wore a dark wool coat too large at the shoulders, and his fingers trembled once before he curled them into a fist. “You’re a long way from Cathays,” Rory said. “So are you.” “That is how maps work.” That earned a sound from him, not quite a laugh, but familiar enough to land under her ribs. Silas looked up from the far end of the bar. He had been polishing a tumbler with the care of a man cleaning a weapon. His hazel eyes moved from Tom to Rory, then back again. His silver signet ring tapped the glass once. “Friend of yours?” “From before,” Rory said. Tom’s gaze slid to Silas. “Everyone here gets a file?” “Only the ones who spill drinks,” Silas said. Tom looked at the beer soaking Rory’s hand. “Put it on mine.” “You can buy her a drink once she tells me you’re not about to make trouble.” Rory wiped her hand on a bar cloth. “He used to make trouble badly.” “Used to,” Tom said. Silas held his stare for a beat, then reached beneath the counter and set down a clean tumbler. “Then you’ll manage a quiet pint.” Tom took the stool beside Rory’s usual place. He lowered himself with the slow care of someone sitting through pain. Rory noticed his left hand again. A thick white band crossed his wrist, half hidden under his cuff. Not a hospital band. Tape. Silas pulled a pint and placed it in front of him. “No tabs,” he said. “I’ve got cash.” “Then we understand each other.” Tom laid three notes on the bar. His wallet had cracked brown leather and an old Cardiff City crest embossed on the corner. The crest had almost rubbed away. Rory took the stool opposite him, though she had meant to get back to the cellar. The crates could wait. Silas did not glance at them. Tom lifted the pint but did not drink. “You vanished,” he said. “You had a phone.” “So did you.” “You changed your number every fortnight.” “Only for a while.” “For years, Tom.” He turned the glass between both hands. His nails bore dark lines at the cuticles. “You sound like your dad.” “Don’t insult me in front of my employer.” Silas gave no sign that he had heard. He had moved to a corner table where two men in suits were studying a racing form with the grave attention of priests. Still, Rory knew he listened. Silas had made a life from hearing the words people buried under other words. Tom took his first swallow. His throat worked hard. “Your mum still teach?” “She retired last year.” “Christ.” “People tend to do that when they get older.” “No. I mean, Mrs Carter retired.” He rubbed at the scar along his jaw. “She once made me read A Christmas Carol aloud because I threw a ruler at Dylan Price.” “You missed Dickens’s point, then.” “I was thirteen.” “You were a menace at thirteen.” “I was a delight.” “You glued Mr Morgan’s chair to the floor.” “He kept calling me Thomas. Felt pointed.” “You are Thomas.” “Not anymore.” The answer landed with more force than he had given it. Rory leaned back. The stool creaked. “What do people call you?” Tom looked towards the front window. The neon raven had painted a green stripe across his cheek. “Depends who wants me.” The old response would have come fast, a joke with teeth in it. Rory kept quiet instead. He dragged a finger through the damp ring beneath his glass. “I was in Prague,” he said. Silas stopped moving. It lasted less than a second. The cloth paused in his hand, then resumed its slow path over the wood. But Rory saw it. “Holiday?” she asked. Tom’s mouth bent. “That’s what I told Mum.” “Did she believe you?” “Mam believes anything if I say it in Welsh.” “Not a language, then. A weapon.” “She likes to think I still have clean hands.” Rory looked at his hands. The right one held the pint. The left stayed flat against the bar, knuckles pale. “What happened in Prague?” “You remember Evan?” Her shoulders locked before she could stop them. Tom saw it. He did not apologise. That almost hurt more. “The boyfriend who thought your flat was his boxing club,” he said. “Ex-boyfriend.” “Right. Ex.” “He isn’t part of this.” “He was.” The music changed. A glass broke near the toilets, followed by an irritated curse. Someone laughed too loudly, then stopped when Silas looked over. Rory folded her arms. “Say what you came to say.” Tom’s eyes met hers at last. Their blue-grey had once looked open, almost careless. Now they held the flat shine of a locked room. “You left after that night.” “I left because I was sick of people deciding what I could survive.” “You left because I didn’t answer.” “You didn’t answer for three days.” “I was in custody.” “You were what?” “I got picked up outside his place.” Rory’s breath caught. Evan’s old flat returned in fragments, unwanted and whole. The broken banister. A strip of yellow hall light beneath the door. Tom’s name glowing on her screen, then nothing, then nothing again. Her suitcase had stood by the bed for a week before she had dragged it to the coach station. Eva had waited in London with a spare key and a room that smelled of dust and lavender detergent. “You went to Evan’s,” Rory said. Tom stared into his pint. “I went to talk.” “Tom.” “He opened the door with a bottle in his hand. I had been drinking. He said you were dramatic. He said you always came back.” Rory’s crescent scar burned under the cuff of her jacket. She slid her left hand beneath the bar. “What did you do?” “He woke up in A and E with a broken nose and three teeth loose.” “And you?” “Police station. Dad came. Wouldn’t look at me.” “You could have told me.” “He had your address.” The bar seemed to narrow around her. The maps on the wall became lines to nowhere, rivers and borders drawn by men who never had to stand inside them. “Evan had my address?” Tom nodded. “I found it in his coat pocket. Your London address. Eva’s too.” “And you thought silence was protection.” “I thought if I rang you, he’d know I’d found it. I thought I could sort him first.” “You thought you could sort everyone.” He flinched, quick and small. “Yes.” Rory looked down at the wet wood between them. She had carried that absence for years with all its missing pieces. Tom had not called. Tom had left her alone when she needed someone who knew the old version of her, the girl who had run through Cardiff streets without checking over her shoulder. She had made a story from it. He had abandoned her. She had turned it over until its edges became smooth enough to hold. Now he had placed another story beside it, ugly and unfinished. “What did you do after custody?” she asked. “Nothing clever.” “You had a talent for that.” “I drove delivery vans. Got fired. Drove for a firm that moved cash and documents for people who didn’t like banks. That took me abroad.” “Prague.” “Prague.” Silas came down the bar. His limp showed more when he moved fast, a faint catch in his left leg. He set a fresh cloth beside Rory and looked at Tom without warmth. “Who sent you?” Tom’s face did not change, but his hand closed around the pint. “No one.” “Wrong answer.” Rory glanced between them. “You know him?” “I know the sort of work that sends young men to Prague and returns them with new names.” Tom gave a humourless smile. “Did they give you that speech before or after they left you in a stairwell?” Silas’s expression stayed still. The signet ring flashed as he braced his hand on the bar. “Careful.” “I am being careful. It’s why I came here.” Rory stood. “Stop speaking around me.” Tom looked up at her. For an instant, she saw the boy who had sat beside her in chemistry and copied her answers with no shame at all. Then that boy vanished beneath the hard set of his mouth. “I came because Evan’s dead,” he said. The words stripped the noise from the room. Rory held the edge of the bar. “What?” “Six months ago. Swansea. Flat fire.” She waited for the right feeling to arrive. Relief. Horror. A clean, moral sorrow. Nothing settled. Her mind gave her details instead, useless ones. Evan’s chipped front tooth. The red scarf he had bought her and insisted she wore. The sound of his key turning in a lock. Tom pushed an envelope across the bar. “I didn’t kill him,” he said. “But someone thinks I did.” Rory did not touch it. “And that brings you to me because?” “Because your name was in his things.” “His things?” “The police did not find it. Someone else did.” Silas’s gaze sharpened. Tom continued. “They found a notebook in the flat. Names, dates, addresses. He kept records. Yours went back years.” Rory’s stomach clenched. “He had no right.” “Men like him never care much for rights.” “What did he write?” Tom’s jaw shifted. “You don’t want the detail.” “Do not decide that for me.” A flush rose along his neck. He reached for the envelope, then stopped. “Your address above this bar,” he said. “It was written beside a name I did not know. Silas Blackwood.” The room changed. Silas moved first. He took Tom by the coat front and hauled him off the stool. The pint toppled, struck the floor, and burst into bright shards. Conversations died around them. “You brought her here,” Silas said. Tom’s boots scraped against the brass rail. “I came to warn her.” “You led them to my door.” “I burned the notebook.” “Paper leaves ghosts.” Rory shoved between them, forcing Silas to release him. “Who are they?” Tom staggered back against the bar. Blood had risen along the white scar on his wrist where the tape had shifted. “Men who clean up old accounts,” he said. “They asked about you in Cardiff. They knew where your parents live.” Silas reached beneath the bar. The front door opened. Green neon washed across three figures in dark coats, each one carrying the cold, wet shine of the street.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags16
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences120
tagDensity0.133
leniency0.267
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2003
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
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)
80.03% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2003
totalAiIsms8
found
0
word"chill"
count1
1
word"trembled"
count1
2
word"familiar"
count1
3
word"racing"
count1
4
word"grave"
count1
5
word"silence"
count1
6
word"warmth"
count1
7
word"stomach"
count1
highlights
0"chill"
1"trembled"
2"familiar"
3"racing"
4"grave"
5"silence"
6"warmth"
7"stomach"
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
emotionTells0
narrationSentences160
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences160
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences263
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen29
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2003
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions32
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
33.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions84
wordCount1315
uniqueNames13
maxNameDensity2.13
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Raven1
Nest1
Rory28
Billie1
Holiday1
Rees1
Queen1
Street1
Tom27
Silas18
Cardiff2
City1
London1
persons
0"Raven"
1"Nest"
2"Rory"
3"Billie"
4"Holiday"
5"Rees"
6"Queen"
7"Tom"
8"Silas"
places
0"Street"
1"Cardiff"
2"London"
globalScore0.435
windowScore0.333
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences95
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"not quite a laugh, but familiar enough to land under her ribs"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.499
wordCount2003
matches
0"not quite a laugh, but familiar enough to land under her ribs"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences263
matches
0"carried that absence"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs187
mean10.71
std12.54
cv1.17
sampleLengths
09
132
22
315
415
51
67
76
874
98
1059
1151
128
133
145
1518
1644
173
184
195
205
218
228
234
2416
258
266
274
2818
296
3043
3111
324
333
345
3529
3626
378
384
394
403
416
424
433
4415
455
468
4750
489
494
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences160
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs231
matches
0"were studying"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences263
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1318
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount47
adverbRatio0.03566009104704097
lyAdverbCount3
lyAdverbRatio0.002276176024279211
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences263
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences263
mean7.62
std5.36
cv0.703
sampleLengths
09
15
227
32
47
58
65
710
81
97
106
1115
1214
1316
1417
1512
168
1716
1819
1924
2014
2114
2223
238
243
255
2618
2710
2815
2911
308
313
324
335
345
358
368
374
3816
398
406
414
4218
436
448
4512
466
4712
484
491
45.44% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats12
diversityRatio0.2623574144486692
totalSentences263
uniqueOpeners69
48.66% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences137
matches
0"Somewhere behind Rory, a low"
1"Then that boy vanished beneath"
ratio0.015
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount33
totalSentences137
matches
0"It came lower now, scraped"
1"He smiled with only half"
2"He had been broad-shouldered at"
3"He had laughed with his"
4"He wore a dark wool"
5"He had been polishing a"
6"His hazel eyes moved from"
7"His silver signet ring tapped"
8"He lowered himself with the"
9"His wallet had cracked brown"
10"He turned the glass between"
11"His nails bore dark lines"
12"He had moved to a"
13"His throat worked hard."
14"He rubbed at the scar"
15"He dragged a finger through"
16"It lasted less than a"
17"Her shoulders locked before she"
18"He did not apologise."
19"Their blue-grey had once looked"
ratio0.241
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount128
totalSentences137
matches
0"Aurora caught the glass before"
1"Beer sloshed over her knuckles."
2"The man who had knocked"
3"The voice had lost its"
4"It came lower now, scraped"
5"Rory set the glass upright."
6"Foam slid down the side"
7"He smiled with only half"
8"Silas had sent her down"
9"The cellar door stood open"
10"The Raven’s Nest pressed close"
11"A green neon raven glowed"
12"Thomas Rees leaned one hand"
13"He had been broad-shouldered at"
14"He had laughed with his"
15"Rory remembered him vaulting low"
16"The man in front of"
17"A pale rope of scar"
18"He wore a dark wool"
19"That earned a sound from"
ratio0.934
72.99% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences137
matches
0"Now they held the flat"
1"Now he had placed another"
ratio0.015
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences53
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"A green neon raven glowed through the front window, tinting the raincoats of people who passed outside."
1"Tom had left her alone when she needed someone who knew the old version of her, the girl who had run through Cardiff streets without checking over her shoulder."
2"For an instant, she saw the boy who had sat beside her in chemistry and copied her answers with no shame at all."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags16
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags15
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences120
tagDensity0.125
leniency0.25
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
89.3485%