Run: 2026-10-09-01M4G1J6X5CH2272CZ877X0T38

Run Details

Model:: Claude Haiku 5.5 (Reasoning, Low)
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 15.1s
Cost:: $0.001301
Provider:: Claude Platform on AWS

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
85.22%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
75.37%	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)
41.83%	Name drop frequency	(details)
0.00%	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)
99.60%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
0.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
100.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
100.00%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
75.23%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
100.00%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
30.00%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
50.69%	Technical jargon density	(details)
100.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
100.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
85.2646%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue.

You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex.

Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.

User/Human

<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>

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.

Model response

The oak stones stood in a ring at the edge of the bracken, and Rory counted them twice before she stepped between two of them. Nine. The first count had given her ten.

"Don't do that," Nyx said at her shoulder. The voice arrived the way a draft does, through a gap she hadn't known was there. "Counting. The grove dislikes being measured."

"Noted." Rory kept her hands in her jacket pockets, where the cold had settled into her fingers. London's November had followed her out of the car park at Richmond, and the park's dead bracken had crunched under her boots for a mile. Then the path had simply stopped, and Isolde had walked on without a sound.

That was the part Rory kept returning to. Isolde's feet had made no marks in the frost. Rory had looked back once, at the fine silver dust of the frost on the path, and seen only her own prints, and those had ended abruptly, as though the ground had given up on them.

Now Isolde moved ahead through the stones, silver hair falling to her waist and catching a light that did not come from the sky. The sky, Rory saw as she looked up, had no clear colour. It was the pale grey of a pearl held to a window, shot through with a faint green that seemed to breathe.

"Mind the threshold," Isolde said without turning. Her voice was low and even, and Rory had already learned that every sentence she spoke was true, which made each one harder to trust. "It is older than your language, and it remembers those who forget to respect it."

"That's not comforting," Rory said.

"It was not meant to comfort. It was meant to be heard."

Rory stepped over the root-knot at the stones' base and felt it: a shiver through her boots, then up her spine, the way a bass note hums through a floor. The Veil. She had felt it before, faintly, when a rift had opened over the Thames two winters ago and she had spent a night at the water's edge with her eyes half shut, seeing a shimmer where the lamplight should have been. Here it was not a shimmer. Here it was a membrane, thin and warm, and they were passing through it like swimmers through cold water.

Then the frost was gone.

Rory stopped. Beneath her boots, instead of dead leaves, was turf so dense and green it looked upholstered. Wildflowers pushed through it in every direction: foxglove and harebell, white clover, something with petals like spilt ink. A bee the size of her thumb hovered over a blossom, wings flickering too fast to see, and the sound of it rose and fell in a melody she almost recognised.

"It's summer," she said. Her breath did not fog.

"It is always summer here," Isolde said. "Summer, and the hour after the hour you have lost. Do not pick the flowers. Some of them will ask you to stay."

"Which ones?"

"Those that answer when you speak to them."

Rory looked at the ink-petalled bloom beside her boot, and then, against her better judgement, she looked away.

They walked. The path wound between trees whose trunks were grey and smooth as bone, with bark that rippled faintly when Rory was not looking directly at it. Water ran somewhere close, though she could see none. The air smelled of crushed thyme and rain and something sharper underneath, like a struck match.

Nyx drifted at the edge of her vision. Rory had grown used to the Shade's outline, the tall humanoid silhouette that seemed made of the same stuff as the deepest hour of night, faint violet eyes like coals under ash. In this light, though, Nyx seemed almost solid. The shadow they cast on the turf was thinner than it should have been, as though the grove were drinking it.

"You're quiet," Rory said.

"I am listening," Nyx replied. "The shadows here are old. They have forgotten their names, but they remember mine." A pause, a rustle like wind through paper. "They do not like it."

"Should I be worried?"

"You should be attentive. Those are different things."

The pendant at Rory's throat gave a small, distinct pulse, warm against her collarbone. She touched it through her shirt. The Heartstone had been quiet since Dymas had let its last thread of heat fade, but now it hummed, a faint red throb like a heartbeat under thin skin. She glanced at Isolde's back.

"It reacts to Hel," Rory said. "Near a portal."

"It reacts to what it remembers," Isolde said. "Whether that is the same thing is for you to decide."

That was not an answer, and it was deliberately not an answer, and Rory's jaw tightened. She kept walking.

The fae blade on her hip was cold as a river stone, even through her coat. She had carried it since Isolde had given it to her, and it had never once warmed to her hand. Now it seemed colder still, and when she passed a patch of moonlight falling through a gap in the canopy, its sheath gave off a faint silver glimmer, though the light was not moonlight at all. It was simply the grove's own brightness, filtered and strange.

The path opened into a clearing. In its centre stood a pool, black and perfectly still, ringed by seven flat stones. Something lay beneath its surface: a shape pale and long, too regular to be a fallen branch. Rory stepped closer, her breath catching, and the surface rippled once, outward, as if something beneath had turned over in its sleep.

"Do not kneel," Isolde said quietly. "Not yet. Look first. The grove is still deciding whether you are a guest."

Rory looked. The shape beneath the water was a stair, descending into dark, and at its foot something glimmered crimson, pulsing with the same slow warmth as the stone at her throat.

Her pendant answered it, and the grove went very still around them, as though it were holding its breath.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"Isolde said quietly [quietly]"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.5

leniency

rawRatio

0.083

effectiveRatio

0.083

85.22%

AI-ism adverb frequency

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

wordCount

1015

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"deliberately"
count	1

adverb	"perfectly"
count	1

adverb	"very"
count	1

highlights

0	"deliberately"
1	"perfectly"
2	"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)

75.37%

AI-ism word frequency

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

wordCount

1015

totalAiIsms

found

word	"measured"
count	1

word	"comforting"
count	1

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"throb"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	1

highlights

0	"measured"
1	"comforting"
2	"pulse"
3	"throb"
4	"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	62
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

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

analyzedSentences	74
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	41
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	1015
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	12
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

41.83%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

832

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

2.16

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

3.5

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Rory	18
London	1
November	1
Richmond	1
Isolde	9
Veil	1
Thames	1
Shade	1
Nyx	4
Heartstone	1
Dymas	1

persons

0	"Rory"
1	"November"
2	"Isolde"
3	"Nyx"
4	"Heartstone"
5	"Dymas"

places

0	"London"
1	"Richmond"
2	"Thames"
3	"Shade"

globalScore

0.418

windowScore

0.5

0.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

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

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"seemed made of the same stuff as the deepest hour of night, faint violet eyes like coals under ash"
1	"seemed almost solid"
2	"seemed colder still, and when she passed a patch of moonlight falling through a gap in the canopy, its sheath gave off a faint silver glimmer, though the light was not moonlight at all"

100.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

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

totalMatches	0
per1kWords	0
wordCount	1015
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"learned that every"

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

32.74

std

25.69

0.784

sampleLengths

0	33
1	30
2	56
3	53
4	58
5	47
6	5
7	12
8	98
9	5
10	67
11	9
12	30
13	2
14	8
15	18
16	53
17	69
18	4
19	32
20	4
21	8
22	54
23	9
24	19
25	19
26	82
27	60
28	20
29	32
30	19

99.60%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"was gone"

0.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

133

matches

0	"were passing"
1	"was not looking"
2	"were drinking"
3	"were holding"

100.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

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

emDashCount	0
semicolonCount	0
flaggedSentences	0
totalSentences	74
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

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

wordCount	342
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	10
adverbRatio	0.029239766081871343
lyAdverbCount	3
lyAdverbRatio	0.008771929824561403

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

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

totalSentences	74
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

13.72

std

9.66

0.705

sampleLengths

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

75.23%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	1
diversityRatio	0.4594594594594595
totalSentences	74
uniqueOpeners	34

100.00%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Then the path had simply"
1	"Then the frost was gone."

ratio

0.04

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"It was the pale grey"
1	"Her voice was low and"
2	"She had felt it before,"
3	"Her breath did not fog."
4	"She touched it through her"
5	"She glanced at Isolde's back."
6	"She kept walking."
7	"She had carried it since"
8	"It was simply the grove's"
9	"Her pendant answered it, and"

ratio

0.2

30.00%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The oak stones stood in"
1	"The first count had given"
2	"Nyx said at her shoulder"
3	"The voice arrived the way"
4	"Rory kept her hands in"
5	"London's November had followed her"
6	"That was the part Rory"
7	"Isolde's feet had made no"
8	"Rory had looked back once,"
9	"The sky, Rory saw as"
10	"It was the pale grey"
11	"Isolde said without turning"
12	"Her voice was low and"
13	"Rory stepped over the root-knot"
14	"She had felt it before,"
15	"Here it was not a"
16	"Here it was a membrane,"
17	"Wildflowers pushed through it in"
18	"A bee the size of"
19	"Her breath did not fog."

ratio

0.86

100.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Now Isolde moved ahead through"
1	"Now it seemed colder still,"

ratio

0.04

50.69%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Now Isolde moved ahead through the stones, silver hair falling to her waist and catching a light that did not come from the sky."
1	"Rory had grown used to the Shade's outline, the tall humanoid silhouette that seemed made of the same stuff as the deepest hour of night, faint violet eyes like…"
2	"Rory stepped closer, her breath catching, and the surface rippled once, outward, as if something beneath had turned over in its sleep."
3	"Her pendant answered it, and the grove went very still around them, as though it were holding its breath."

100.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags	12
uselessAdditionCount	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags	10
fancyCount	0
fancyTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	24
tagDensity	0.417
leniency	0.833
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

85.2646%