Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DRMAHDPBCT7142F48X234

Run Details

Model:: DeepSeek V4.1 Flash (Reasoning, High)
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 18.0s
Cost:: $0.001479
Provider:: DeepSeek

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
88.89%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
95.30%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
90.59%	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)
77.61%	Name drop frequency	(details)
100.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
100.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
95.38%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
100.00%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
90.60%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
100.00%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
86.98%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
79.37%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
8.93%	Technical jargon density	(details)
100.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
100.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
90.4548%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert fiction writer.

Always keep the following rules in mind:
- Write in past tense and use General English spelling, grammar, and colloquialisms/slang.
- Write in active voice
- Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle.
- Avoid adverbs and cliches and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions.
- Convey events and story through dialogue.
- Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety.
- Skip "he/she said said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech
- Avoid mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or add unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself.
- Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action.
- Reduce indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe"

When writing text:
- NEVER conclude the scene on your own, follow the beat instructions very closely.
- NEVER end with foreshadowing.
- NEVER write further than what I prompt you with.
- AVOID imagining possible endings, NEVER deviate from the instructions.
- STOP EARLY if the continuation contains what was required in the instructions. You do not need to fill out the full amount of words possible.

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="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>

Continue the story using the following instructions:
<instructions>
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.
</instructions>

Model response

The gate stood open. Two iron posts, green-black with age, and between them nothing but a stretch of pale dust that ran uphill and disappeared over a crest of red grass.

Rory stepped through first. On the second step the air changed — thick, warm, wet, sweet enough to coat her tongue. She stopped and turned a slow circle, and the gate behind her had shrunk to a sliver of grey afternoon the width of her thumb.

"Breathe through your mouth," Nyx said. Their voice came off the wind, low and dry, and their shape came with it, thickening from a smear of darkness into shoulders and a tall silhouette at her side. "This place feeds on appetite. Let it hear you swallow and it will set you a table."

Ahead, the land rolled. Terraced hills of red earth stepped down into a valley of orchards, and the orchards went on until they met the sky. The sky was amber — no sun in it anywhere, no cloud, only that warm honey light arriving from every direction at once, so that nothing cast a shadow and every tree stood lit from all sides. Rory lifted her hand. No shadow beneath it either. Just her own pale skin, glowing faintly, as though she had been held up to a lamp.

Isolde walked past her without a sound. Her bare feet crossed the dust and left it smooth, unmarked, the way wind crosses water.

"Your feet," Rory said.

"I know."

The path narrowed between two rows of trees. Fruit hung from the branches in colours Rory had no words for — blue the shade of deep water, a green that leaned yellow, one amber globe the size of her head, its skin translucent enough to show the dark pit turning inside like a slow eye. One of them had split on the ground. The soil beneath it drank, red earth darkening in a neat ring, and the ring closed over like a mouth finishing a meal.

She smelled yeast. Then fat roasting. Then caramel, then a spice sharp as cut grass, then all of it at once, layered, the way a kitchen smells when six cooks are working and none of them are talking.

"Can you hear that?" she asked.

Nyx tilted their head. Violet light moved behind their eyes. Underneath the smell, under the low hum that hung over the whole valley like heat over tarmac, there was music. Too many strings. A drum beating at half the speed it should have been. Laughter, far off, the kind that goes on past the point of a joke.

"Feast day," Nyx said. "Or the end of one. Hard to say. They run long here."

The pendant against Rory's sternum pulsed. Warm. Warmer than it had been on Earth, warm enough that she pressed two fingers to her shirt to feel it beat.

Isolde stopped at a vine that had climbed one of the trees and hung there heavy with grapes. Each grape was the size of Rory's fist, and each one carried a small coal of light inside it, drifting, settling, drifting again.

Rory reached out.

"Eat nothing here that you did not carry in," Isolde said.

"That a rule?"

"A preference." Her lavender eyes moved down the vine. "They do not poison the fruit. They take the wanting instead. You would leave lighter than you came and spend years finding what went missing."

Rory pulled her hand back. The grape nearest her fingers brightened, just for a moment, the way a cat will look up.

They walked on. The path became a road of packed clay, wide enough for carts, and carts had been on it — deep grooves worn by wheels, and in the grooves, food. A crust of bread. A heel of something roasted. A single fig, split, still wet. Nobody had cleared it. The road was paved in it, and the whole surface gave under Rory's boots like the floor of a bakery.

Figures moved between the orchard rows. Cooks, she thought at first, because of the aprons and the brass baskets hooked over their forearms. They bent to the trees and lifted fruit with both hands the way you lift something sleeping. They filled their baskets and walked to the next row and bent again. None of them looked up. None of them spoke. When one passed within an arm's length of Rory, she saw the face under the white cap — smooth, calm, the eyes open and fixed on the branch ahead.

"Helbound," Nyx said quietly. "Contracted. Some of them for a very long time."

Rory counted eleven before she stopped counting. Their hands never slowed. Their baskets never filled past a certain mark.

The road climbed a low ridge, and from the top of it she saw the valley properly. Terraces to the left, stacked with gardens, rows of beans climbing poles as tall as houses, cabbages opening like green roses with their hearts lit from within. To the right, the orchards dropped away into a lake of something that was not water — dark, slow, moving in long folds, smelling of plum and smoke. A pavilion of white cloth stretched over the far shore, held up by iron ribs, and beneath the cloth ran tables, a mile of tables, laid with dishes Rory could not name and steam going up off all of it in one column that bent with the wind.

Isolde stood beside her and said nothing. Her hair, silver to the waist, lifted and dropped in a breeze Rory could not feel.

"Where's the rift?" Rory asked.

Nyx lifted one hand and pointed at nothing in particular — the middle distance, the place where the amber sky met the red hills and the whole horizon softened into one warm blur, like a wound gone soft at the edges.

"There," they said. "Or there. It drifts. Everything here drifts."

The pendant beat faster against her ribs, and the warmth moved out through her chest, into her shoulder, down the arm to the small crescent scar on her wrist, which tingled like a limb waking up.

She started down the far side of the ridge. Behind her, Isolde's bare feet crossed the clay and left it unmarked, and Nyx came as a long thin shadow that had no caster, sliding over the bread-strewn road, and the music ahead of them gained a string.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

88.89%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"Nyx said quietly [quietly]"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.563

leniency

rawRatio

0.111

effectiveRatio

0.111

95.30%

AI-ism adverb frequency

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

wordCount

1063

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"very"
count	1

highlights

"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)

90.59%

AI-ism word frequency

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

wordCount

1063

totalAiIsms

found

word	"pulsed"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	1

highlights

0	"pulsed"
1	"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	71
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount	0
hedgeCount	0
narrationSentences	71
filterMatches	(empty)
hedgeMatches	(empty)

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

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

analyzedSentences	78
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	48
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	1070
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	8
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

77.61%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

967

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.45

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

2.5

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Rory	14
Nyx	6
Earth	1
Isolde	5

persons

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

places

(empty)

globalScore

0.776

windowScore

0.833

100.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

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

analyzedSentences	44
glossingSentenceCount	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

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

totalMatches	0
per1kWords	0
wordCount	1070
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	78
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

35.67

std

30.01

0.842

sampleLengths

0	31
1	46
2	53
3	89
4	23
5	4
6	2
7	86
8	38
9	6
10	58
11	16
12	28
13	41
14	3
15	11
16	3
17	34
18	22
19	71
20	91
21	13
22	19
23	120
24	23
25	5
26	41
27	10
28	36
29	47

95.38%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"been held"
1	"was paved"

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount	0
totalVerbs	149
matches	(empty)

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

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

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.09

matches

0	"On the second step the air changed — thick, warm, wet, sweet enough to coat her tongue."
1	"The sky was amber — no sun in it anywhere, no cloud, only that warm honey light arriving from every direction at once, so that nothing cast a shadow and every tree stood lit from all sides."
2	"Fruit hung from the branches in colours Rory had no words for — blue the shade of deep water, a green that leaned yellow, one amber globe the size of her head, its skin translucent enough to show the dark pit turning inside like a slow eye."
3	"The path became a road of packed clay, wide enough for carts, and carts had been on it — deep grooves worn by wheels, and in the grooves, food."
4	"When one passed within an arm's length of Rory, she saw the face under the white cap — smooth, calm, the eyes open and fixed on the branch ahead."
5	"To the right, the orchards dropped away into a lake of something that was not water — dark, slow, moving in long folds, smelling of plum and smoke."
6	"Nyx lifted one hand and pointed at nothing in particular — the middle distance, the place where the amber sky met the red hills and the whole horizon softened into one warm blur, like a wound gone soft at the edges."

100.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

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

wordCount	962
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	25
adverbRatio	0.02598752598752599
lyAdverbCount	4
lyAdverbRatio	0.004158004158004158

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

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

totalSentences	78
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

13.72

std

11.52

0.84

sampleLengths

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

90.60%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	6
diversityRatio	0.5897435897435898
totalSentences	78
uniqueOpeners	46

100.00%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Just her own pale skin,"
1	"Then fat roasting."
2	"Then caramel, then a spice"
3	"Too many strings."

ratio

0.063

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"She stopped and turned a"
1	"Their voice came off the"
2	"Her bare feet crossed the"
3	"She smelled yeast."
4	"Her lavender eyes moved down"
5	"They walked on."
6	"They bent to the trees"
7	"They filled their baskets and"
8	"Their hands never slowed."
9	"Their baskets never filled past"
10	"Her hair, silver to the"
11	"She started down the far"

ratio

0.19

86.98%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The gate stood open."
1	"Rory stepped through first."
2	"She stopped and turned a"
3	"Their voice came off the"
4	"The sky was amber —"
5	"Rory lifted her hand."
6	"Isolde walked past her without"
7	"Her bare feet crossed the"
8	"The path narrowed between two"
9	"Fruit hung from the branches"
10	"The soil beneath it drank,"
11	"She smelled yeast."
12	"Nyx tilted their head."
13	"Violet light moved behind their"
14	"A drum beating at half"
15	"Laughter, far off, the kind"
16	"The pendant against Rory's sternum"
17	"Isolde stopped at a vine"
18	"Each grape was the size"
19	"Rory reached out."

ratio

0.746

79.37%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"To the right, the orchards"

ratio

0.016

8.93%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Two iron posts, green-black with age, and between them nothing but a stretch of pale dust that ran uphill and disappeared over a crest of red grass."
1	"Fruit hung from the branches in colours Rory had no words for — blue the shade of deep water, a green that leaned yellow, one amber globe the size of her head, …"
2	"Underneath the smell, under the low hum that hung over the whole valley like heat over tarmac, there was music."
3	"To the right, the orchards dropped away into a lake of something that was not water — dark, slow, moving in long folds, smelling of plum and smoke."
4	"The pendant beat faster against her ribs, and the warmth moved out through her chest, into her shoulder, down the arm to the small crescent scar on her wrist, w…"
5	"Behind her, Isolde's bare feet crossed the clay and left it unmarked, and Nyx came as a long thin shadow that had no caster, sliding over the bread-strewn road,…"

100.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags	9
uselessAdditionCount	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags	8
fancyCount	0
fancyTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	16
tagDensity	0.5
leniency	1
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

90.4548%