Run: 2026-10-07-01M4ATWAZ92RJF88XD6W03S0T4

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Duration:
24.6s
Cost:
$0.025179
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Mistral

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System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Literary Fiction genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4413" name="Silas Blackwood" aliases="Silas, Si, the Spymaster" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Mentor"> <eyeColor>hazel</eyeColor> <hair>grey-streaked auburn</hair> <height>6'1"</height> <age>58</age> <beard>neatly trimmed, matching his grey-streaked auburn hair</beard> <limp>slight limp in his left leg from an old knee injury</limp> <signetRing>silver signet ring, always worn on his right hand</signetRing> <description>Silas is a retired intelligence operative turned bar owner. He carries himself with quiet authority.</description> <backstory>Former MI6 field agent who retired after a botched operation in Prague left him with a permanent knee injury. He opened "The Raven's Nest" bar in Soho as a front for his network of contacts.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the literary fiction genre. Two old friends who haven't seen each other in years run into each other unexpectedly at a bar. One of them has changed significantly. Through their conversation and the tension between who they were and who they've become, reveal the weight of time and unspoken regret. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The glass slipped from her fingers before it hit the bar. Aurora barely caught it, the amber liquid sloshing over her thumb as she righted the tumbler. The ice cubes clinked against the glass, a sharp sound that cut through the low hum of the Raven’s Nest. She hadn’t even ordered it yet. “Still dropping things, I see.” The voice came from behind her, smooth as the whisky she’d nearly spilled. A voice that carried the weight of years she’d tried to leave in Cardiff. She turned, wiping her thumb on her jeans, and there he was. Silas Blackwood, leaning on the bar like he owned the place. Which, of course, he did. His hazel eyes caught the dim light, the grey streaks in his auburn hair more pronounced than she remembered. The signet ring on his right hand glinted as he lifted his own glass—a neat whisky, no ice. Of course. No nonsense, just like him. “Silas.” Her voice came out steadier than she felt. “Didn’t know you still worked here.” “Own it, actually.” He took a sip, watching her over the rim. “Bought it after Prague.” Prague. The word hung between them, heavy as the scent of aged wood and stale beer that filled the bar. She remembered the stories—whispers in the halls of Cardiff University about the MI6 operative who’d taken a bullet to the knee and walked away from the life. Or so they said. “Heard about that,” she said. “The knee, I mean.” He chuckled, low and dry. “Still limps when it rains. But then, so do old regrets.” She should’ve known he’d say something like that. Silas had always had a way of cutting through the small talk, straight to the bone. It was what made him good at his job. What made him dangerous. “What brings you back to London?” he asked. “Work.” She gestured vaguely toward the door, as if the city beyond it explained anything. “Delivery gig. Pays the bills.” “Delivery?” His eyebrow quirked. “Since when do barristers’ daughters deliver takeaway?” She bristled. “Since I decided law wasn’t for me.” “Or since you decided Evan wasn’t for you.” The name hit like a punch to the gut. She hadn’t heard it in years, not since she’d packed a bag in the middle of the night and caught the first train to London. Eva had been waiting with a flat above a bar and a job at the Golden Empress. No questions asked. Aurora’s fingers tightened around the glass. “That’s none of your business.” “Fair enough.” He drained his whisky, set the glass down with a quiet *click*. “But it’s my bar, and you’re drinking my whisky. So humour me.” She exhaled through her nose. “Fine. Yes. Evan was a mistake. One I corrected.” “Good.” He nodded, as if that settled it. “Men like that, they don’t change. They just get better at hiding it.” She wanted to argue, to tell him he didn’t know the half of it. But the truth was, he probably did. Silas had a way of knowing things. Always had. The bar’s green neon sign buzzed overhead, casting a sickly glow over the worn maps on the walls. She’d spent enough nights here, perched on a stool in the corner, nursing a pint and pretending she didn’t notice the way Silas watched the room like a man who expected trouble to walk through the door at any moment. “You look different,” he said suddenly. She touched her hair self-consciously. She’d dyed it black after leaving Cardiff, a small rebellion against the girl she’d been. The girl who’d let Evan convince her she was weak. The girl who’d believed, for a while, that she had no choice. “It’s been a few years.” “More than a few.” He studied her, his gaze lingering on the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist—the one she’d gotten falling off her bike when she was ten. “You’re thinner.” “Stress diet.” “Or London prices.” She almost smiled. Almost. “Both.” He flagged down the bartender—a lanky kid with a nose ring who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else—and pointed at Aurora’s untouched drink. “Another. And put it on my tab.” “You don’t have to—” “I do.” His voice was firm. “Old friends don’t let old friends drink alone.” Old friends. The words settled between them, heavy with everything unsaid. They hadn’t been friends, not really. Not in the way that mattered. He’d been her father’s colleague, a man who’d shown up at family dinners with stories that made her mother cluck her tongue and her father laugh into his beer. A man who’d always had a kind word for the quiet girl with the books and the sharp eyes. But then, he’d also been the one who’d taught her how to pick a lock when she was sixteen. The one who’d slipped her a burner phone the night she left Cardiff, his only instruction: *Call if you need me.* She’d never called. The bartender slid a fresh glass toward her. She took a sip, the burn of the whisky grounding her. “You ever miss it?” she asked. “The field, I mean.” Silas swirled his drink, the ice catching the light. “Every damn day. But my knee misses it less.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one I’ve got.” He set his glass down. “What about you? Miss Cardiff?” She thought of the rain-slicked streets, the way the castle loomed over the city like a silent judge. The way her mother’s voice still echoed in her head, *Aurora, love, when are you coming home?* “Sometimes,” she admitted. “But not enough to go back.” He nodded, as if that were the only answer he’d expected. “Your father still practising?” “Retired. Heart trouble.” She traced a finger along the rim of her glass. “He’d ask about you, if he knew I was here.” “And what would you tell him?” She met his gaze. “That you’re still the most stubborn man I’ve ever met.” That earned her a real smile, the kind that reached his eyes. “And you’re still the only person who’s ever said that to my face.” The air between them shifted, the weight of the years pressing in. She could see the questions in his eyes—the ones he wasn’t asking. *Why didn’t you call? Where have you been? What the hell happened with Evan?* But Silas had never been one to pry. Not directly. “You ever think about the old days?” he asked instead. “Which ones?” “The ones before.” Before Evan. Before London. Before she’d learned that the world was a lot smaller, and a lot crueller, than she’d thought. “Sometimes,” she said. “But not the way you mean.” “How do I mean?” “Like they were better.” She shook her head. “They weren’t. They were just… simpler.” He was quiet for a long moment. Then, “You ever find what you were looking for? When you left?” She laughed, sharp and humourless. “I wasn’t looking for anything. I was running from.” “Aren’t we all?” The words hung there, raw and honest. She wanted to ask him what he was running from. But she already knew. The same thing as always—the ghosts of the past, the weight of the things he’d done, the things he hadn’t been able to stop. The door to the bar swung open, letting in a gust of cold air and a pair of laughing patrons. The moment between them fractured, just a little. Silas straightened, his hand drifting toward the small of his back—old habits, she guessed. “You working tonight?” She glanced at her watch. “Shift starts in an hour.” “Then let me walk you out.” It wasn’t a request. But then, Silas had never been one for asking permission. She finished her drink in one burn, the whisky warming her all the way down. “Lead the way.” He moved toward the door, his limp barely noticeable unless you knew to look for it. She followed, her boots clicking against the worn floorboards. The Raven’s Nest had always been a place of secrets, of whispered conversations and deals made in the dark. But tonight, it felt different. Tonight, it felt like a place where old ghosts came to roost. Silas pushed the door open, holding it for her. The London night air hit her like a slap—cold, damp, alive. She stepped out onto the pavement, the neon sign buzzing behind her. “You ever think about coming back?” he asked, his voice low. “To the life, I mean. Not Cardiff.” She turned to face him, the streetlights casting long shadows across his face. “You offering me a job, Silas?” He didn’t answer right away. Just studied her, the way he always had—like she was a puzzle he was trying to solve. “I’m offering you a choice. Same as I did all those years ago.” She should’ve known this was coming. Silas didn’t do small talk. Not really. Every conversation with him was a chess match, every word a move. “What kind of choice?” “The kind that pays better than delivery.” He reached into his coat, pulled out a business card. Handed it to her. “Think about it. But not for too long. Opportunities like this… they’ve got a way of disappearing.” She took the card, the weight of it foreign in her palm. “And if I say no?” He shrugged. “Then you keep delivering takeaway. And I keep pretending I don’t know where you are every time your father asks.” She should’ve laughed. Should’ve told him to go to hell. But the truth was, she’d spent years pretending she didn’t miss this—the thrill of the unknown, the sense that she was part of something bigger than herself. But she’d also spent years learning that some doors, once opened, couldn’t be closed again. “You always did have a flair for the dramatic,” she said, tucking the card into her pocket. “And you always did have a habit of underestimating yourself.” She opened her mouth to argue, but the words died on her lips. Because he was right. She had. And maybe, just maybe, she still did. A taxi rolled past, its headlights cutting through the dark. Silas tipped his head toward the street. “Your shift starts soon.” She nodded, the weight of the card in her pocket like a promise. Or a threat. “Yeah. It does.” He didn’t move. Didn’t walk away. Just stood there, watching her with those damn knowing eyes. “So,” she said finally. “This is where you tell me to be careful. To watch my back.” “You don’t need me to tell you that.” He adjusted his signet ring, the silver catching the light. “But I will say this—London’s a big city. Easy to get lost in. Harder to find your way out.” She swallowed. “And if I don’t want to be found?” For the first time, something flickered in his expression—something like regret. “Then you’re smarter than I gave you credit for.” The words hung between them, sharp as a blade. She should’ve walked away. Should’ve turned her back on the past, on the man who’d always seen too much. But she didn’t. Because the truth was, she was tired of running. And Silas Blackwood had just handed her a reason to stop.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags22
adverbTagCount4
adverbTags
0"She gestured vaguely [vaguely]"
1"he said suddenly [suddenly]"
2"he asked instead [instead]"
3"she said finally [finally]"
dialogueSentences80
tagDensity0.275
leniency0.55
rawRatio0.182
effectiveRatio0.1
92.05% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1886
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count1
1
adverb"really"
count2
highlights
0"suddenly"
1"really"
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)
70.84% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1886
totalAiIsms11
found
0
word"carried the weight"
count1
1
word"eyebrow"
count1
2
word"loomed"
count1
3
word"echoed"
count1
4
word"traced"
count1
5
word"weight"
count4
6
word"fractured"
count1
7
word"flickered"
count1
highlights
0"carried the weight"
1"eyebrow"
2"loomed"
3"echoed"
4"traced"
5"weight"
6"fractured"
7"flickered"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences147
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences147
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences203
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen40
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans4
markdownWords27
totalWords1874
ratio0.014
matches
0"click"
1"Call if you need me."
2"Aurora, love, when are you coming home?"
3"Why didn’t you call? Where have you been? What the hell happened with Evan?"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions32
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"Silas straightened, his hand drifting toward the small of his back—old habits, she guessed."
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions38
wordCount1392
uniqueNames14
maxNameDensity0.86
worstName"Silas"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Silas"
discoveredNames
Raven2
Nest2
Cardiff4
Blackwood2
Prague1
University1
London3
Golden1
Empress1
Silas12
Evan3
Aurora4
Old1
Handed1
persons
0"Raven"
1"Nest"
2"Blackwood"
3"Silas"
4"Evan"
5"Aurora"
places
0"Cardiff"
1"Prague"
2"London"
3"Golden"
globalScore1
windowScore1
41.30% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences92
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"something like that"
1"looked like he’d rather be anywhere else—"
2"felt like a place where old ghosts came"
3"something like regret"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1874
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences203
matches
0"learned that the"
1"learning that some"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs91
mean20.59
std15.35
cv0.745
sampleLengths
053
15
255
344
415
516
651
79
816
937
108
1120
1211
139
148
1554
1611
1726
1814
1921
2030
2158
226
2342
245
2531
262
273
285
2931
304
3114
3271
3340
343
3529
3618
374
3816
3935
409
4115
4223
436
4414
4525
4638
4710
4810
492
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences147
matches(empty)
95.01% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount4
totalVerbs254
matches
0"wasn’t asking"
1"was running"
2"was trying"
3"was coming"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount12
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences11
totalSentences203
ratio0.054
matches
0"The signet ring on his right hand glinted as he lifted his own glass—a neat whisky, no ice."
1"She remembered the stories—whispers in the halls of Cardiff University about the MI6 operative who’d taken a bullet to the knee and walked away from the life."
2"“More than a few.” He studied her, his gaze lingering on the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist—the one she’d gotten falling off her bike when she was ten."
3"He flagged down the bartender—a lanky kid with a nose ring who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else—and pointed at Aurora’s untouched drink."
4"She could see the questions in his eyes—the ones he wasn’t asking."
5"The same thing as always—the ghosts of the past, the weight of the things he’d done, the things he hadn’t been able to stop."
6"Silas straightened, his hand drifting toward the small of his back—old habits, she guessed."
7"The London night air hit her like a slap—cold, damp, alive."
8"Just studied her, the way he always had—like she was a puzzle he was trying to solve."
9"But the truth was, she’d spent years pretending she didn’t miss this—the thrill of the unknown, the sense that she was part of something bigger than herself."
10"For the first time, something flickered in his expression—something like regret."
97.66% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1406
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount60
adverbRatio0.04267425320056899
lyAdverbCount15
lyAdverbRatio0.010668563300142247
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences203
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences203
mean9.23
std6.35
cv0.687
sampleLengths
011
116
220
36
45
513
614
712
811
95
1019
1118
122
135
149
156
1612
174
181
1919
2027
214
225
234
245
2511
268
2716
289
294
308
3115
325
334
347
352
367
378
389
3925
4017
413
426
435
4414
4512
465
479
488
4913
47.95% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.32019704433497537
totalSentences203
uniqueOpeners65
52.08% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences128
matches
0"Just studied her, the way"
1"Just stood there, watching her"
ratio0.016
35.63% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount59
totalSentences128
matches
0"She hadn’t even ordered it"
1"She turned, wiping her thumb"
2"His hazel eyes caught the"
3"Her voice came out steadier"
4"He took a sip, watching"
5"She remembered the stories—whispers in"
6"He chuckled, low and dry."
7"She should’ve known he’d say"
8"It was what made him"
9"She gestured vaguely toward the"
10"His eyebrow quirked"
11"She hadn’t heard it in"
12"He drained his whisky, set"
13"She exhaled through her nose."
14"He nodded, as if that"
15"She wanted to argue, to"
16"She’d spent enough nights here,"
17"he said suddenly"
18"She touched her hair self-consciously."
19"She’d dyed it black after"
ratio0.461
81.09% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount97
totalSentences128
matches
0"The glass slipped from her"
1"Aurora barely caught it, the"
2"The ice cubes clinked against"
3"She hadn’t even ordered it"
4"The voice came from behind"
5"A voice that carried the"
6"She turned, wiping her thumb"
7"Silas Blackwood, leaning on the"
8"His hazel eyes caught the"
9"The signet ring on his"
10"Her voice came out steadier"
11"He took a sip, watching"
12"The word hung between them,"
13"She remembered the stories—whispers in"
14"He chuckled, low and dry."
15"She should’ve known he’d say"
16"Silas had always had a"
17"It was what made him"
18"She gestured vaguely toward the"
19"His eyebrow quirked"
ratio0.758
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount3
totalSentences128
matches
0"Before she’d learned that the"
1"Because he was right."
2"Because the truth was, she"
ratio0.023
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences57
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"She’d spent enough nights here, perched on a stool in the corner, nursing a pint and pretending she didn’t notice the way Silas watched the room like a man who …"
1"He’d been her father’s colleague, a man who’d shown up at family dinners with stories that made her mother cluck her tongue and her father laugh into his beer."
34.09% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags22
uselessAdditionCount4
matches
0"She gestured vaguely, as if the city beyond it explained anything"
1"He nodded, as if that settled it"
2"he asked, his voice low"
3"He adjusted, the silver catching the light"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags10
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"she admitted (admit)"
dialogueSentences80
tagDensity0.125
leniency0.25
rawRatio0.1
effectiveRatio0.025
84.9234%