Run: 2026-07-09-01KX4144J8B0TDMW23H8N8TBYV

Run Details

Duration:
1m 16s
Cost:
$0.093789
Provider:
OpenAI

Model input

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
The whisky bottle slipped from Aurora’s hand when the woman at the end of the bar called her by a name nobody in London knew. “Rory Carter.” She caught the bottle against her hip. A hard knock, no breakage. Silas looked up from the till. The woman had already removed her gloves. Her left hand lay flat beside an untouched gin, and the smallest finger ended at the first knuckle. “Eva?” “Still quick.” Eva Morgan glanced at the rescued bottle. “You used to drop everything.” Aurora set the whisky beneath the counter. Her hand had begun to shake, so she closed it around the crescent scar on her left wrist and held on. Seven years had pared Eva down. The girl Aurora remembered had worn her red hair in untidy plaits and laughed with her whole body, head thrown back, knees buckling, one hand reaching for the nearest steady thing. This woman had cut it close to her skull and dyed it black. A pale seam ran from the corner of her mouth into the hollow beneath her right cheekbone. She wore a charcoal wool coat too precise for sentiment and sat with both exits in view. Only her eyes remained unchanged. Brown, watchful, flecked with amber. They had once watched Aurora steal cigarettes from Brendan Carter’s desk. Now they measured the distance between the bar and the front door. “You look well,” Eva said. “Liar.” “That’s new.” “What is?” “You catching them.” Silas shut the till drawer. His silver signet ring clicked against the brass handle. “Friend of yours?” “Ancient history.” Eva lifted her gin and studied the untouched surface. “History requires witnesses.” Silas’s gaze travelled from her damaged hand to the faint square bulge beneath her coat. “Any ancient history likely to damage my furniture?” “The furniture should be safe.” “That wasn’t my question.” Eva met his eyes. Two strangers, both fluent in consequences. “I came for a drink.” “No one comes to the Raven’s Nest for the drinks.” Silas limped towards the other end of the bar, where a pair of theatre technicians argued over a map of the Balkans pinned beneath glass. He took a cloth with him but cleaned nothing. Aurora knew his versions of privacy. This one placed him close enough to reach the alarm under the counter. Around them, the Nest kept breathing. Low voices moved beneath the clink of ice. Old black-and-white photographs crowded the walls, dead faces caught outside embassies, railway stations and hotels whose names had changed before Aurora’s birth. The green neon sign above the entrance bled through the front window and left a sickly stripe across Eva’s coat. Aurora folded her arms. “You vanished.” Eva smiled with one side of her mouth. The scar refused the other. “You went first.” “You bought my coach ticket.” “And you used it.” “You told me to.” “I told you to leave Evan. London was your idea.” “It was the only city where I knew someone.” “You knew me.” “You stopped answering.” Eva drank. Her throat tightened around the gin. “Three weeks,” Aurora said. “You rang every night for three weeks. Then nothing. I sent messages. I called hospitals.” “I wasn’t in hospital.” “The police wouldn’t tell me anything.” “They rarely do when they’ve lost the paperwork.” The theatre technicians laughed. One slapped the bar, rattling a bowl of olives. Neither woman looked at them. “What happened to your hand?” “A door closed.” “Doors don’t take one finger and half your face.” “This one had help.” Aurora reached for a glass and polished a clean patch until it squeaked. A delivery shift at the Golden Empress had left soy sauce beneath one thumbnail. She scraped at it. “Was it Evan?” Eva’s missing finger curled against the stem. “There she is.” “Was it?” “Still asking questions after you know the answer.” “I don’t know anything. That’s the point.” “You knew enough to run.” The words struck cleanly. No rise in Eva’s voice, no warning. Aurora placed the glass down before it broke. Behind Eva, a man in a navy suit fed coins into the old jukebox. It had not worked since August. He pressed three buttons, waited, then pressed them again as though repetition could shame the machine into song. “I asked you to come with me,” Aurora said. “You asked at four in the morning. You had one shoe on and blood down your blouse.” “I still asked.” “And I had him unconscious on my kitchen floor.” A cube of ice cracked in Eva’s glass. Aurora saw the kitchen without invitation. Yellow cupboards. A chipped blue bowl filled with keys and takeaway menus. Evan sprawled by the cooker, his expensive shirt open at the throat. Eva holding the cast-iron pan. Blood on Aurora’s blouse, warm from her split lip, and the red mark around her neck blooming beneath the ceiling light. She had waited for Eva at Victoria Coach Station until the driver shut the luggage hold. Every person running across the concourse had worn Eva’s face for half a second. “You said you’d follow.” “I said I’d handle him.” “That isn’t the same thing.” “No. One of them was useful.” Aurora leaned closer. “What did you do?” Eva’s gaze moved to the maps on the wall. “What you couldn’t.” A muscle jumped beneath Aurora’s eye. “Careful.” “Or what?” “You don’t get to walk in here after seven years and speak to me in his voice.” Eva froze. The bar seemed to pull away from them, each sound thinning into something sharp and separate. Glass. Coins. A chair scraping wood. Then Eva set down her drink. “You’re right.” Aurora had prepared herself for cruelty. The apology found an unguarded place. Eva pulled a folded ten-pound note from her pocket and flattened it beneath the glass. Her nails had no varnish. A silver line crossed the base of her thumb, another old injury laid over the newer absence. “You kept the scar,” she said. Aurora released her wrist. “Couldn’t misplace it.” “You told everyone you got it climbing the railings behind school.” “I did.” “You put your hand through your father’s study window.” “I was climbing through it.” “With his case notes in your jumper.” “He was defending Mr Pritchard.” “Mr Pritchard paid him.” “Mr Pritchard broke his wife’s jaw.” “Your father called that an allegation.” “He called everything an allegation until a judge told him what to call it.” For the first time, Eva’s old laugh surfaced. It came out small and damaged, but Aurora recognised its shape. “You posted the notes through her letterbox.” “I was twelve.” “You underlined the useful bits.” “I had coloured pens.” “You always did favour preparation.” The moment collapsed before either could touch it. Eva turned her glass between two fingers, smearing condensation across the polished wood. “I went to court,” she said. “For the pan?” “For Evan.” Aurora’s breath stopped at the base of her throat. “What do you mean, for Evan?” “He woke up before I could decide how much trouble he deserved. Broke my cheek with the edge of the cupboard. I lost the finger later.” “How?” “He stamped on my hand.” The jukebox man hit the machine with his palm. Silas looked towards him. “Don’t.” The man withdrew his hand. Eva continued in the same dry voice. “The neighbours called the police. Evan told them I’d attacked him. They saw the pan, the blood, my delightful temperament. He had a broken wrist. I had previous form from that protest outside the Crown Court.” “You were nineteen.” “The law has an excellent memory when it suits.” Aurora pressed both hands to the bar. The wood felt sticky beneath her palms. “Why didn’t you tell them what he did to me?” “I did.” “No one contacted me.” “Your father did.” That silenced her. Eva watched her face without satisfaction. “He represented Evan.” The green light from the window cut across Aurora’s knuckles. “No.” “Brendan arrived before they finished taking photographs. Expensive coat, polished shoes, voice like a locked drawer. He told me you’d suffered a breakdown. Said you had a history of unstable behaviour and that Evan had spent months protecting you from yourself.” “No.” “He produced messages.” “What messages?” “Yours.” Aurora tasted metal. The old instinct came first, denial shaped not as belief but as shelter. “I never sent him anything that said that.” “Not knowingly.” Evan had known her passwords. He had chosen her clothes, corrected her essays, read every message before bed. Love, he called it. Nothing hidden between us. Eva reached into her coat. Silas left the theatre technicians and crossed the bar. His limp grew less visible when danger sharpened him. “Hands where I can admire them.” Eva stopped. “Photographs.” “Use two fingers.” She drew out a thin brown envelope and placed it on the bar. One corner had softened from repeated handling. Aurora opened it. The first photograph showed Eva outside Cardiff Crown Court. Her hair still red then, one side of her face swollen purple. Her left hand sat inside a black brace. Beside her stood Brendan Carter, broad and immaculate, one hand raised to shield Evan from the camera. Evan looked straight into the lens. Even on paper, his charm worked like a clean blade. Dark blond hair. Mild eyes. A mouth shaped for reasonable explanations. He wore the navy tie Aurora had bought him for his birthday. On the back, someone had written a date. Two days after her coach reached London. The next photograph showed Eva in an interview room. The camera angle came from high in a corner. A bruise ringed her neck. The third showed Brendan sliding a document across a table to an officer. Aurora looked up. “Where did you get these?” “Your landlord has an interesting bookshelf.” Silas stopped beside them. “Miss Morgan.” Eva’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t give you my surname.” “You didn’t need to.” Aurora pushed the photographs back into the envelope. “You know her?” “I know the coat.” Eva’s hand moved a fraction towards its inner pocket. Silas rested both palms on the bar. The signet ring faced her like a seal on a verdict. “Bespoke, ballistic lining, narrow cut at the shoulder to leave room for a holster. Made by a disagreeable tailor in Prague who considers discretion a surcharge.” “You’ve improved since retirement.” “I’ve become more patient.” “Not the same thing.” “Who sent you?” “No one.” Silas glanced at Aurora. “That answer always has an employer.” Eva’s scar tightened. “I came for Lev Barlowe.” At the far end of the bar, one of the theatre technicians stopped laughing. Silas did not look at him. “Never heard of him.” “He’s sitting beneath Sarajevo with an olive pip in his teeth.” The technician beside the map spat something into his napkin. His companion slid off the stool. Silas’s right hand disappeared below the counter. “Rory,” he said. “Lock the front door.” Eva stood. “No. Leave it open.” Aurora remained between them. “You didn’t run into me.” “I didn’t know you lived here.” “You knew Silas.” “I knew the bar.” “You walked in carrying photographs of my father.” “I carry them everywhere.” “Why?” Eva’s face changed then. Not softened, nothing so generous. The hard lines lost their purpose for one naked second, and Aurora saw the girl at Victoria Coach Station, absent and impossible, still gripping a cast-iron pan while the coach pulled away. “Because they took seven years from me,” Eva said. “And you were in every one.” The front door opened. A tall man entered, removed a flat cap and scanned the room. Another remained outside beneath the green sign. His coat bulged at the waist. Eva swore under her breath. Silas tapped the alarm. Nothing happened. He tapped it again. The lights went out. A gun coughed in the dark. The mirror behind the bar burst over Aurora’s head, and Eva dragged her down as the front windows exploded inward.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags8
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences128
tagDensity0.063
leniency0.125
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.48% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1985
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"knowingly"
count1
highlights
0"knowingly"
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)
92.44% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1985
totalAiIsms3
found
0
word"measured"
count1
1
word"charm"
count1
2
word"scanned"
count1
highlights
0"measured"
1"charm"
2"scanned"
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
narrationSentences154
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences154
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences274
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen41
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1985
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions28
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"Love, he called it."
12.53% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions103
wordCount1273
uniqueNames19
maxNameDensity2.75
worstName"Eva"
maxWindowNameDensity4.5
worstWindowName"Eva"
discoveredNames
Aurora30
London2
Morgan1
Eva35
Brendan3
Carter2
Silas12
Balkans1
Nest1
Golden1
Empress1
August1
Victoria2
Coach2
Station2
Cardiff1
Crown1
Court1
Evan4
persons
0"Aurora"
1"Morgan"
2"Eva"
3"Brendan"
4"Carter"
5"Silas"
6"Balkans"
7"Nest"
8"Empress"
9"Victoria"
10"Coach"
11"Station"
12"Evan"
places
0"London"
1"Golden"
2"Cardiff"
globalScore0.125
windowScore0.167
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences98
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.504
wordCount1985
matches
0"not as belief but as shelter"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences274
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs204
mean9.73
std11.58
cv1.19
sampleLengths
025
12
218
325
41
514
628
784
833
95
101
112
122
133
1414
153
162
179
183
1915
208
215
224
2310
245
2510
2653
2756
284
292
3013
313
325
334
344
3510
369
373
383
398
4019
414
426
438
4418
455
463
479
484
4931
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences154
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs215
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences274
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1278
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount22
adverbRatio0.017214397496087636
lyAdverbCount3
lyAdverbRatio0.002347417840375587
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences274
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences274
mean7.24
std5.92
cv0.816
sampleLengths
025
12
27
35
46
57
618
71
89
95
107
1121
126
1331
1413
1517
1617
175
185
1911
2012
215
221
232
242
253
265
279
283
292
309
313
3215
338
345
354
364
376
385
3910
4025
419
426
4313
446
458
4622
4720
484
492
47.81% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats6
diversityRatio0.28832116788321166
totalSentences274
uniqueOpeners79
72.46% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences138
matches
0"Only her eyes remained unchanged."
1"Then Eva set down her"
2"Dark blond hair."
ratio0.022
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount23
totalSentences138
matches
0"She caught the bottle against"
1"Her left hand lay flat"
2"Her hand had begun to"
3"She wore a charcoal wool"
4"They had once watched Aurora"
5"His silver signet ring clicked"
6"He took a cloth with"
7"Her throat tightened around the"
8"She scraped at it."
9"It had not worked since"
10"He pressed three buttons, waited,"
11"She had waited for Eva"
12"Her nails had no varnish."
13"It came out small and"
14"He had chosen her clothes,"
15"His limp grew less visible"
16"She drew out a thin"
17"Her hair still red then,"
18"Her left hand sat inside"
19"He wore the navy tie"
ratio0.167
36.09% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount117
totalSentences138
matches
0"The whisky bottle slipped from"
1"She caught the bottle against"
2"A hard knock, no breakage."
3"Silas looked up from the"
4"The woman had already removed"
5"Her left hand lay flat"
6"Eva Morgan glanced at the"
7"Aurora set the whisky beneath"
8"Her hand had begun to"
9"The girl Aurora remembered had"
10"This woman had cut it"
11"A pale seam ran from"
12"She wore a charcoal wool"
13"Brown, watchful, flecked with amber."
14"They had once watched Aurora"
15"Silas shut the till drawer."
16"His silver signet ring clicked"
17"Eva lifted her gin and"
18"Silas’s gaze travelled from her"
19"Eva met his eyes."
ratio0.848
72.46% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences138
matches
0"Now they measured the distance"
1"Even on paper, his charm"
ratio0.014
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences43
technicalSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags8
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags7
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences128
tagDensity0.055
leniency0.109
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
91.0426%