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Run: 2026-10-07-01M4AT26RT4RVDTGDVJGBWB0Y6
Run Details
Model:
Mistral Medium 3.5
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Literary fiction: old friends reunite
Duration:
29.0s
Cost:
$0.030459
Provider:
Mistral
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
76.64%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
51.15%
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)
50.00%
Name drop frequency
(details)
74.24%
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)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
94.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
44.65%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
70.18%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
97.89%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
83.68%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
0.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
82.58%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
87.5004%
Overall
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>
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The glass slipped from her
fingers before it hit the bar.
Aurora barely caught it, the
amber liquid sloshing over
her
thumb.
The ice cube melted against
her
skin, cold and sharp. "Didn't think I'd see you here, Laila." That voice. Low, rough, like gravel under a boot.
She hadn't heard it in
five years. Not since the last time she'd stood in a different bar, a different city,
her
bags packed and
her
heart
pounding
.
She turned slowly, the stool
creaking under
her
weight
.
Silas Blackwood leaned against the
far end of the bar, his signet ring
glinting
under the dim lights of The Raven's Nest.
The green neon sign above
the entrance cast a sickly hue over his grey-streaked auburn hair. He looked older.
Not just the years, but the weight of them
.
The lines around his eyes
were deeper, the limp in his left leg more pronounced. "Rory,"
she corrected, though the name
tasted foreign on
her
tongue. "It's Rory now." "Rory."
He tested the name, rolling
it around like a fine whisky. "Suits you."
She wiped her hand on
her
jeans, the dampness from the spilled drink seeping into the denim. "What are you doing here?" "Own the place." He gestured to the walls, the old maps and black-and-white photographs peeling at the edges. "Retired. Settled down." "Settled down?"
The words came out sharper
than she intended. "Since when do spies settle down?"
His lips twitched, not quite
a smile. "Since the knee gave out. Prague. Rain-slicked cobbles. You remember how it is." She didn’t. Not
really
. But she remembered the stories he’d told
her
, late nights in Cardiff when she was still a student, still wide-eyed and naive. Before Evan. Before London.
Before the scar on her
wrist had become a
reminder
of more than just a childhood accident. "You look different," he said. Aurora touched
her
hair self-consciously.
She’d dyed it black after
leaving Evan, a small act of rebellion, of reinvention. "So do you."
Silas chuckled, the sound deep
and warm. "Fair enough." He nodded to the bartender, a young man with a shaved head and a nose ring, who slid a tumbler of something dark and neat towards him. "Still drinking like a sailor, I see." "Only when I’m not delivering takeaway." "Delivery?"
His eyebrows lifted
. "Since when?" "Since I needed the money."
She shrugged, but the movement
felt stiff, forced. "Yu-Fei Cheung’s place. Golden Empress." "Ah."
He took a sip, the
ice clinking against the glass. "Good food. Bad hours." "You’d know." Silas studied
her
for a long moment, his hazel eyes
unreadable
. "You running from something, Rory?" The question hung between them, heavy as the smoke from the cigarettes some patron had sneaked in. She could lie.
She was good at lying
now. But this was Silas. The man who’d taught
her
how to pick a lock, how to spot a tail, how to disappear into a crowd. The man who’d once told
her
she had the instincts for the work, if she ever wanted in.
She traced the crescent-shaped scar
on
her
left wrist. "Aren’t we all?" He didn’t push. That was Silas—patient, like a cat waiting for a mouse to make its move. Instead, he said, "Evan still in Cardiff?" The name
sent a jolt through
her
.
She hadn’t heard it spoken
aloud in months. Not since she’d packed
her
things in the dead of night,
not since she’d caught the first train to London with nothing but a duffel bag
and a burning need to be anywhere but there. "No idea." Silas nodded, as if he’d expected the answer. "Heard he got a promotion. Senior partner at some firm." Aurora’s fingers tightened around
her
glass. "Good for him." "Mmm." Silas swirled his drink, the ice catching the light. "You ever think about going back?" "To Cardiff?"
She laughed, but it came
out hollow. "What’s left for me there?" "Family. Friends. A life that wasn’t... this."
He gestured vaguely to the
bar, to
her
, to the half-empty glass in
her
hand. She wanted to snap at him.
To tell him he didn’t
know what
her
life was like now. That she
was happy
. That she was free. But the words stuck in
her
throat.
Because the truth was, she
didn’t know if she
was happy
. She knew she was alive. She knew she was safe. But happy? That was a different question. "You ever think about going back?" she countered. Silas’s gaze darkened. "To the field? No. Some doors close for a reason." "Right." She took a long sip, the whisky burning its way down. "So what now? We just... catch up?" He set his glass down with a quiet clink. "I was thinking you could tell me why you’re
really
here." Aurora’s
pulse
spiked. "What’s that supposed to mean?" Silas leaned in
slightly
, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Means I know when someone’s lying. And you, Rory, are lying." She opened
her
mouth to protest, but the words died before they formed. Of course he knew. He’d always been able to read
her
like a book. It was why she’d trusted him once. Why she’d run to him now, even if she hadn’t realised it until this moment. Fine. If he wanted the truth, she’d give it to him. But not here. Not where anyone could overhear. She nodded towards the back of the bar, to the bookshelf that looked like it hadn’t
been moved
in decades. "We talking in the open, or are you still keeping secrets?" Silas’s eyes
flicked
to the shelf, then back to
her
. A slow smile spread across his face. "Some habits die hard." He led
her
to the bookshelf, his limp more pronounced as he walked. Up close, she could see the titles on the spines—old leather-bound books, their gold lettering faded with time. Silas reached for a copy of *
The Count of Monte Cristo
* and pulled. The shelf swung inward with a quiet groan, revealing a narrow hallway beyond. Aurora stepped through, the air cooler here,
tinged
with the scent of old paper and something metallic. The hidden room was small, the walls lined with more maps, these ones marked with pins and red string. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, casting long shadows. Silas shut the door behind them, the click of the lock
echoing
. "Better?" She crossed
her
arms. "Depends. You going to lecture me?" "Would it do any good?" "Probably not." He sighed, rubbing his temple. "Then no. But I *
am
* going to ask you what the hell you’re doing in my bar, looking like you haven’t slept in a week." Aurora hesitated. The room felt smaller
suddenly
, the walls pressing in. She’d come here for a drink, for a moment of quiet. Not for this. Not for the past to come crashing back in. But Silas had always had a way of cutting through the bullshit. "Evan found me," she said finally. Silas went
very
still. "When?" "Three days ago. Left a note on my door. Said he missed me." She laughed, but there was no humour in it. "Like it was that simple. Like he could just... waltz back into my life and expect me to fall in line." Silas’s jaw tightened. "You report it?" "To who? The police? They’d just tell me it’s not a crime to miss someone." She kicked at the leg of the chair in front of
her
. "Besides, it’s not like he *
did
* anything. Not yet." "Not yet," Silas repeated. "But you think he will." She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. They both knew Evan. Knew the way his
charm
could turn to control, the way his love could curdle into possession. Knew the way he’d look at
her
sometimes, like she was something he owned. Something he could break if she stepped out of line. Silas exhaled
sharply
. "You need a plan." "I have one." "Which is?" "Stay out of his way. Keep my head down. Wait for him to get bored and go back to Cardiff." Silas shook his head. "Won’t work. Men like Evan don’t get bored. They get *
obsessed
*." Aurora’s
stomach
twisted. She knew he was right. Knew it in the way
her
hands had shaken when she’d seen the note. In the way she’d checked over
her
shoulder every time she’d left the flat. But admitting it aloud felt like giving Evan power over
her
all over
again
. "So what do you suggest?" she snapped. "I run
again
? Change my name? Dye my hair *
again
*? How many times do I have to disappear before it sticks?" Silas’s expression softened. "As many as it takes." She wanted to scream. To throw something.
To rail against the unfairness
of it all. But the fight drained out of
her
as
quickly
as it had come. She sagged into the chair, the leather creaking under
her
weight
. "I’m tired, Silas." "I know." "Tired of running. Tired of looking over my shoulder. Tired of *
being afraid
*." He was quiet for a long moment.
Then, slowly, he reached into
his jacket and pulled out a small,
familiar
object. A burner phone, the kind she’d seen him use a hundred times before. He slid it across the table towards
her
. "Take this." Aurora stared at it. "What’s this for?" "For when you’re ready to stop running." He tapped the phone. "One number programmed in. Mine. You call, I’ll answer. Day or night." She didn’t reach for it. "And then what?" "Then we make sure Evan understands that some doors *
stay
* closed."
The weight of his words
settled over
her
. This wasn’t just a phone. It was a lifeline. A way out. But it was also a step into a world she’d left behind. A world of shadows and secrets and men who played by their own rules. She picked up the phone, the plastic cool against
her
skin. "And if I don’t want to go back to that life?" Silas’s gaze was steady. "Then you keep running. But you do it smarter. And you do it with backup." Aurora turned the phone over in
her
hands. It was a small thing. A simple thing. But it
felt like the first real decision she’d
made in years. Outside, the muffled thud of the bar’s front door slamming shut
echoed
through the hidden room. Silas’s head snapped up, his body tensing. "You expecting anyone?" Aurora shook
her
head. "No." Silas moved to the door, pressing his ear against the wood. The voices were faint, but unmistakable. One of them was the bartender. The other was a man’s voice, smooth and confident. Too confident. "Evan," Silas mouthed. Aurora’s blood turned to ice. She
knew that voice
. Knew the way it could wrap around a word, make it sound like a promise or a threat. Knew the way it could
charm
a room full of people while his eyes stayed cold and
calculating
. Silas grabbed
her
wrist, his grip firm. "Back door. Now." She didn’t argue. Didn’t hesitate. They moved through the hidden room, Silas flipping off the light as they went. The darkness was absolute, but she followed the pressure of his hand on
her
shoulder, the faint scent of his cologne—bergamot and something spicy. The back door was a narrow thing, half-hidden behind a stack of crates. Silas eased it open, the hinges silent. The alley beyond was slick with rain, the cobblestones
glistening
under the dim glow of a single streetlamp. Aurora stepped out, the cold air hitting
her
like a slap. Silas followed, shutting the door
softly
behind them. They didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe. The alley was empty, but the bar wasn’t far. If Evan had seen
her
... Silas’s grip on
her
arm tightened. "This way." They moved
quickly
, sticking to the shadows. The alley opened onto a side street, the hum of London traffic a distant roar. Silas flagged down a black cab with a sharp whistle. The car pulled up, and he bundled
her
inside before following. "Where to?"
the driver asked, his voice thick with a Cockney accent
. Silas didn’t hesitate. "The Thames. Now." The cab pulled away from the kerb, the tyres splashing through a puddle. Aurora twisted in
her
seat, watching the bar disappear behind them. The green neon sign of The Raven’s Nest
flickered
once, then went dark. Silas leaned forward, his voice low. "We’ll circle around. Make sure he’s not following." Aurora nodded, but
her
mind
was racing
. Evan was here. In London. In *
her
* bar. And if he’d found
her
once, he could find
her
again
. Silas reached into his jacket and pulled out a wad of cash. He peeled off a few notes and handed them to the driver. "Change of plans. Take us to Camden." The driver grunted in acknowledgment, and the cab swerved into the next lane. Aurora gripped the seat,
her
knuckles white. "Camden?" Silas’s expression was grim. "We’re going to see a friend. Someone who can help you disappear. Properly this time." She wanted to ask who. Wanted to ask how. But the words lodged in
her
throat as the cab sped through the rain-slicked streets.
Because for the first time
in years, she had a plan. And for the first time in years, she wasn’t alone. The cab’s radio crackled, a news report cutting through the
silence
. "...police are investigating a disturbance at a Soho bar. Witnesses report a man matching the description of local barrister Evan Ellis was seen entering the establishment moments before the altercation..." Aurora’s breath caught. Evan Ellis. Not just Evan. *Ellis.* Her maiden name. Her father’s name. The name she’d spent years trying to outrun. Silas’s hand found hers, his grip steady. "We’ll fix this." She looked at him, at the determination in his eyes, at the way his signet ring caught the light. And for the first time in a long time, she believed him. The cab turned a corner, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and white.
Somewhere out there, Evan was
looking for
her
. But for now, she was safe. For now, she had a chance.
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
23
adverbTagCount
2
adverbTags
0
"He gestured vaguely [vaguely]"
1
"she said finally [finally]"
dialogueSentences
89
tagDensity
0.258
leniency
0.517
rawRatio
0.087
effectiveRatio
0.045
76.64%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2354
totalAiIsmAdverbs
11
found
0
adverb
"slowly"
count
2
1
adverb
"really"
count
2
2
adverb
"slightly"
count
1
3
adverb
"suddenly"
count
1
4
adverb
"very"
count
1
5
adverb
"sharply"
count
1
6
adverb
"quickly"
count
2
7
adverb
"softly"
count
1
highlights
0
"slowly"
1
"really"
2
"slightly"
3
"suddenly"
4
"very"
5
"sharply"
6
"quickly"
7
"softly"
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)
51.15%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2354
totalAiIsms
23
found
0
word
"pounding"
count
1
1
word
"weight"
count
4
2
word
"glinting"
count
1
3
word
"reminder"
count
1
4
word
"unreadable"
count
1
5
word
"traced"
count
1
6
word
"pulse"
count
1
7
word
"flicked"
count
1
8
word
"tinged"
count
1
9
word
"echoing"
count
1
10
word
"charm"
count
2
11
word
"stomach"
count
1
12
word
"familiar"
count
1
13
word
"echoed"
count
1
14
word
"calculating"
count
1
15
word
"glistening"
count
1
16
word
"flickered"
count
1
17
word
"racing"
count
1
18
word
"silence"
count
1
highlights
0
"pounding"
1
"weight"
2
"glinting"
3
"reminder"
4
"unreadable"
5
"traced"
6
"pulse"
7
"flicked"
8
"tinged"
9
"echoing"
10
"charm"
11
"stomach"
12
"familiar"
13
"echoed"
14
"calculating"
15
"glistening"
16
"flickered"
17
"racing"
18
"silence"
100.00%
Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches
2
maxInWindow
1
found
0
label
"weight of words/silence"
count
1
1
label
"sent a shiver through"
count
1
highlights
0
"The weight of his words"
1
"sent a jolt through"
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells
2
narrationSentences
208
matches
0
"was happy"
1
"was happy"
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
0
hedgeCount
0
narrationSentences
208
filterMatches
(empty)
hedgeMatches
(empty)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
274
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
repeatedSegmentCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
35
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
9
markdownWords
14
totalWords
2351
ratio
0.006
matches
0
"The Count of Monte Cristo"
1
"am"
2
"did"
3
"obsessed"
4
"again"
5
"being afraid"
6
"stay"
7
"her"
8
"Ellis."
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
24
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
50.00%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
79
wordCount
1807
uniqueNames
13
maxNameDensity
1.88
worstName
"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity
3.5
worstWindowName
"Silas"
discoveredNames
Blackwood
1
Raven
2
Nest
2
Cardiff
1
Evan
9
London
4
Aurora
16
Silas
34
Count
1
Monte
1
Cockney
1
Ellis
2
Knew
5
persons
0
"Blackwood"
1
"Raven"
2
"Nest"
3
"Evan"
4
"Aurora"
5
"Silas"
6
"Monte"
7
"Ellis"
places
0
"Cardiff"
1
"London"
globalScore
0.559
windowScore
0.5
74.24%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
132
glossingSentenceCount
4
matches
0
"not quite a smile"
1
"looked like it hadn’t been moved in decad"
2
"felt like giving Evan power over her al"
3
"felt like the first real decision she’d"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
2
per1kWords
0.851
wordCount
2351
matches
0
"Not just the years, but the weight of them"
1
"not since she’d caught the first train to London with nothing but a duffel bag"
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
1
totalSentences
274
matches
0
"knew that voice"
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
100
mean
23.51
std
16.66
cv
0.709
sampleLengths
0
32
1
7
2
46
3
65
4
14
5
14
6
22
7
21
8
16
9
20
10
47
11
5
12
22
13
43
14
6
15
6
16
18
17
15
18
2
19
16
20
69
21
12
22
24
23
52
24
18
25
9
26
16
27
14
28
22
29
61
30
8
31
13
32
19
33
20
34
8
35
21
36
49
37
50
38
21
39
57
40
46
41
13
42
10
43
5
44
2
45
30
46
46
47
6
48
5
49
43
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
1
totalSentences
208
matches
0
"been moved"
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
2
totalVerbs
317
matches
0
"was racing"
1
"was looking"
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
3
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
3
totalSentences
274
ratio
0.011
matches
0
"That was Silas—patient, like a cat waiting for a mouse to make its move."
1
"Up close, she could see the titles on the spines—old leather-bound books, their gold lettering faded with time."
2
"The darkness was absolute, but she followed the pressure of his hand on her shoulder, the faint scent of his cologne—bergamot and something spicy."
94.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1820
adjectiveStacks
1
stackExamples
0
"old leather-bound books,"
adverbCount
53
adverbRatio
0.02912087912087912
lyAdverbCount
14
lyAdverbRatio
0.007692307692307693
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
274
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
274
mean
8.58
std
5.93
cv
0.691
sampleLengths
0
11
1
11
2
10
3
7
4
2
5
7
6
7
7
21
8
9
9
22
10
16
11
3
12
9
13
15
14
11
15
3
16
12
17
2
18
17
19
5
20
18
21
3
22
10
23
6
24
7
25
13
26
2
27
2
28
22
29
2
30
2
31
17
32
5
33
5
34
14
35
3
36
7
37
29
38
7
39
6
40
4
41
2
42
13
43
5
44
11
45
4
46
2
47
11
48
5
49
17
44.65%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
16
diversityRatio
0.3029197080291971
totalSentences
274
uniqueOpeners
83
70.18%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
4
totalSentences
190
matches
0
"Instead, he said,"
1
"Of course he knew."
2
"Then, slowly, he reached into"
3
"Somewhere out there, Evan was"
ratio
0.021
97.89%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
58
totalSentences
190
matches
0
"She hadn't heard it in"
1
"She turned slowly, the stool"
2
"He looked older."
3
"she corrected, though the name"
4
"He tested the name, rolling"
5
"She wiped her hand on"
6
"He gestured to the walls,"
7
"His lips twitched, not quite"
8
"She’d dyed it black after"
9
"He nodded to the bartender,"
10
"His eyebrows lifted"
11
"She shrugged, but the movement"
12
"He took a sip, the"
13
"She could lie."
14
"She was good at lying"
15
"She traced the crescent-shaped scar"
16
"He didn’t push."
17
"She hadn’t heard it spoken"
18
"She laughed, but it came"
19
"He gestured vaguely to the"
ratio
0.305
83.68%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
143
totalSentences
190
matches
0
"The glass slipped from her"
1
"Aurora barely caught it, the"
2
"The ice cube melted against"
3
"She hadn't heard it in"
4
"She turned slowly, the stool"
5
"Silas Blackwood leaned against the"
6
"The green neon sign above"
7
"He looked older."
8
"The lines around his eyes"
9
"she corrected, though the name"
10
"He tested the name, rolling"
11
"She wiped her hand on"
12
"He gestured to the walls,"
13
"The words came out sharper"
14
"His lips twitched, not quite"
15
"Aurora touched her hair self-consciously."
16
"She’d dyed it black after"
17
"Silas chuckled, the sound deep"
18
"He nodded to the bartender,"
19
"His eyebrows lifted"
ratio
0.753
100.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
8
totalSentences
190
matches
0
"Before the scar on her"
1
"To tell him he didn’t"
2
"Because the truth was, she"
3
"If he wanted the truth,"
4
"To throw something."
5
"To rail against the unfairness"
6
"If Evan had seen her..."
7
"Because for the first time"
ratio
0.042
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
77
technicalSentenceCount
1
matches
0
"A world of shadows and secrets and men who played by their own rules."
0.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
23
uselessAdditionCount
6
matches
0
"she corrected, though the name tasted foreign on her tongue"
1
"She shrugged, but the movement felt stiff, forced"
2
"He took, the ice clinking against the glass"
3
"Silas swirled, the ice catching the light"
4
"She took, the whisky burning its way down"
5
"the driver asked, his voice thick with a Cockney accent"
82.58%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
10
fancyCount
6
fancyTags
0
"she corrected (correct)"
1
"She laughed (laugh)"
2
"She laughed (laugh)"
3
"Silas repeated (repeat)"
4
"she snapped (snap)"
5
"Silas mouthed (mouth)"
dialogueSentences
89
tagDensity
0.112
leniency
0.225
rawRatio
0.6
effectiveRatio
0.135
87.5004%