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Run: 2026-10-27-01M5YFWXQM2EC7HR6FA8EVVNRN
Run Details
Model:
GPT-6.1 Terra (Reasoning, Medium)
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Horror: alone in an eerie place at night
Duration:
40.8s
Cost:
$0.015126
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
88.43%
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)
30.59%
Name drop frequency
(details)
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
(details)
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
(details)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
(details)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
(details)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
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)
45.38%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
16.42%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
6.80%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
86.2541%
Overall
Model input
System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Horror 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> <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> </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 horror genre. A character is alone in a strange, isolated place at night. They came here for a reason, but something feels off from the moment they arrive. The wrongness builds slowly — sounds that shouldn't be there, things that move at the edge of vision, a growing certainty that they are not alone. Build tension through restraint, not through gore. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for the character and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>
Model response
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Rory pulled the note from
the oak and found a second one beneath it, written in her own handwriting. DON’T ANSWER HER.
She held both scraps under
her phone torch. The first read, COME ALONE.
The second carried a black
smear where her thumb had touched it. She rubbed the ink. It stayed put.
The tree stood beyond the
path in Richmond Park, among a ring of upright oak trunks as thick as pillars.
Their tops vanished into the
branches overhead.
Rory had passed through them
a few steps back, following the paper arrow pinned to a fence. She looked behind her. The fence had gone.
Her phone showed one bar
of signal.
She pressed Eva’s number, but
the call failed before it rang.
Mrs Shah’s voicemail still sat
at the top of her messages.
Rory played it again, keeping
the volume low. “Rory, it’s me. I know this sounds peculiar, but you must come to the park. The trees with the paper on them. Don’t bring anyone.”
A scrape followed, then the
thin rush of breath against the microphone. “I found him.”
Rory stopped the recording before
the last sound.
She had listened to it
six times on the bus, and that sound had grown no easier to place.
It resembled a child dragging
a chair across a floor, except Mrs Shah had lived alone since her son disappeared. Two months ago, Rory had delivered noodles to her flat.
Mrs Shah had opened the
door on its chain, then spotted Rory’s face and let her in.
She had covered one wall
of the hall with photographs of her son: school portraits, a gap-toothed grin on a beach, a graduation picture with his arm around her shoulders. “Have you seen him?” Rory had looked at every photograph, though she knew she had not. Mrs Shah had pressed a card into her hand anyway. The police had copies, the neighbours had copies, and now the Golden Empress had one tucked beside its till. The voicemail had arrived while Rory collected her wages.
She had called Mrs Shah
back, then called her again from the bus. No answer. At the flat, her curtains stood open and her front door hung on the latch. A bowl of cold rice sat on the table beneath the telephone. Rory had called the police from there.
They had taken the details
and told her not to go into the park alone.
She had agreed, then found
the paper arrow on a post beside the footpath. A sound came from inside the ring of oaks. A single tap, like a nail against glass. Rory switched off the voicemail. The tap came again, farther away. “Mrs Shah?” No reply.
She folded the notes and
put them in her coat pocket, then checked her phone. The signal had vanished. The map showed a blue dot in the middle of a green patch, but the paths had disappeared from the screen. The grass beyond the oaks gave way beneath her trainers. Wildflowers brushed her ankles, white and yellow and a few so dark they looked black under the torch.
Their scent reached her in
bursts, sweet at first, then sharp enough to make her nose sting. The clearing ahead looked small, no more than the width of a tennis court, yet the beam found no far edge. Another tap. This time Rory heard two taps answer it.
She turned her torch towards
the oaks. The trunks stood close together behind her, their bark crossed with deep grooves.
She chose the gap she
had come through and walked back. After twelve steps she reached a trunk.
She moved left, found another
trunk, then another. No gap showed between them.
She pressed her palm against
the bark and followed it round. Its ridges scraped her skin. When she reached the far side, she found the same pale knot she had started from. Rory lowered the phone. The torch had begun to dim, though the battery icon still showed nearly full. “Right.” She took her keys from her pocket and scratched an X into the bark. A strip of wood curled away. Beneath it lay a surface as grey and hard as stone. The tapping stopped. Rory waited with the key against the trunk.
Somewhere behind her, grass whispered
against grass. She spun round and swept the torch over the clearing. Flowers nodded in its beam. A low shape moved between them, too fast for her to see more than a dark back. “Mrs Shah?” The shape did not reappear. Rory heard a faint click from the direction it had gone, then another, followed by a dragging sound. She took the small tin from her coat pocket. Mrs Shah’s inhaler rattled inside. Rory had found it on the kitchen table beside the rice, with a label bearing her name. She had brought it because Mrs Shah had once needed it halfway up a flight of stairs. Rory shook the tin. “I’ve got your inhaler.” The dragging stopped. A voice came from the flowers. “Rory?” It sounded like Mrs Shah, though the word ended in a wet cough. Rory took two steps towards it. “I’m here. Keep talking.” “I can’t see you.” “Where are you?” “By the door.” The beam caught something pale at the far end of the clearing. Rory edged towards it. The grass grew taller around her knees, then opened onto a patch of bare soil. A wooden door stood upright in the earth, with no wall on either side. Its paint had peeled into narrow curls. A brass number eight hung crooked above the letterbox. Rory knew the door. She had stood outside it with a paper bag of noodles in her hand. She circled it, keeping several feet back. The rear looked the same as the front, down to the number and the scuff beside the handle. No hinges showed along either edge. Her pendant warmed against her chest. Rory slipped a hand beneath her collar and drew it out. The thumbnail-sized crimson stone held a faint glow, and the silver chain had grown warm against her fingers. She stepped away from the door. The
warmth
faded. “Mrs Shah?” A knock came from the other side of the wood. Rory moved around it again. Nobody stood there. Three knocks sounded from the front. She went back. The brass letterbox lifted, and a strip of darkness opened beneath it. “Did you bring it?” Rory gripped the tin. “Tell me your son’s name.” The letterbox fell shut. “His name,” Rory repeated. A scrape came from behind the door, followed by a small, patient knock. “Open it.” Rory took the two notes from her pocket. The warning in her own handwriting had no fold in it, yet she could see where the paper had rested against the other note. Black ink marked its edge. She looked at the words again. The R in HER had a long tail. She made her Rs like that when she wrote in a hurry, though she did not remember writing this. The letterbox lifted. “Rory, please.” The voice had Mrs Shah’s breathless strain. Rory pictured the stairs at her flat, the woman’s hand gripping the banister. She slid the tin across the soil until it touched the door. “There’s your inhaler. Take it.” Nothing happened. Rory backed away, keeping her torch on the door. The letterbox stayed open. A finger emerged through the slot. It reached down, bent at an extra joint and hooked the tin. With a scrape, the tin slid up the door and vanished inside. The letterbox snapped shut. Rory ran. The flowers slapped her legs. Her breath caught in her throat, but she kept the torch ahead and aimed for the oaks. She struck one shoulder-first and stumbled along it until she found the scratched X. The mark had grown. Pale cuts scored the trunk from top to bottom, each one crossing another. Rory put her hand over the first X. It sat at the centre of the others, its edges fresh and curled. Behind her, the door clicked open. She dug her keys into the narrow seam between two trunks. The key bent. She shoved her fingers into the gap and pulled. Bark grated against her nails, but the trunks did not move. “Rory.” The voice came from close behind her. She pressed her forehead against the oak. Her left wrist
throbbed
where the bark had caught the small crescent scar. “Don’t turn round.” Mrs Shah had never called her by name when she delivered food. She called her “love” and asked whether Yu-Fei still put too much ginger in the soup. Rory kept her eyes on the scratched trunk. “If you’re Mrs Shah, tell me what you ordered last week.” A pause. “Noodles.” “What kind?” Another pause. A faint crackle came from behind her, like someone handling a paper bag. “Chicken.” “You’re vegetarian.” The crackling stopped. Rory pulled the bent key free and held it between her fingers. It would do little against a person, but her hand stopped shaking once she had something to grip. “You called me,” the voice said. “You called me.” “No. You played the message.” A phone rang somewhere among the flowers. Rory checked her own screen. Dark. The ringing continued, thin and distant, then stopped. A moment later, Mrs Shah’s voice came from the same direction. “Rory, it’s me. I know this sounds peculiar.” The recording played on. Rory heard the scrape, the breath, then the final sound she had avoided on the bus: her own voice, so faint that she had mistaken it for a squeak. “I’m here.” She had answered the message while listening to it. Something brushed the back of her coat. Rory drove her elbow backwards and hit a solid surface. Wood. The door stood directly behind her, though she had heard no
footsteps
and no scrape across the ground. Its handle pressed against her spine. It turned. Rory threw herself sideways. The door opened into the space she had occupied, and a hand shot out. Its fingers closed on her sleeve. She slashed at them with the key, felt it catch, and tore free. Her coat split from cuff to elbow. The hand withdrew. The door remained open. Beyond it stretched a narrow hall with
familiar
floral wallpaper. A row of photographs climbed one wall. At the far end sat Mrs Shah’s kitchen table, with the bowl of rice on top. A figure stood beside it, facing away. “Love?” Rory stopped. Mrs Shah wore the same brown cardigan she had worn on Rory’s last delivery. One hand rested on the table. The other hung at her side, holding the empty inhaler tin. “Don’t let it close,” she said. Rory took a step towards the doorway. Her pendant burned against her chest. She pulled it free, and its crimson glow spread over the threshold. Dark marks covered the wood beneath it, hundreds of narrow grooves cut into the grain. Mrs Shah turned. Her face looked grey in the hall’s light, and one lens had fallen from her glasses. “It wants a way out. Don’t give it your name.” “You left me a message.” “I left you the warning.” Rory glanced at the note in her hand. “Your handwriting changes when you’ve got no pen. Mine does, anyway.” The woman lifted her empty hand. Her fingers
trembled
, but they had the right number of joints. “Put something in the door. It can’t close on iron.” Rory looked down at her keys. “Is this iron?” “No. The latch.” A black iron latch sat on the inside of the door, level with her knee. Rory crouched and reached across the threshold. The pendant flared hot enough to sting. She caught the latch and pulled. It did not come loose. “Lift it first,” Mrs Shah said. Rory raised the latch and tugged. A nail squealed out of the wood. Then another. The latch came away in her hand, trailing two bent nails. Mrs Shah hurried down the hall. Behind her, the photographs shifted. Faces turned within their frames, following her towards the door. Rory jammed the latch beneath the bottom edge. The door shuddered against it. “Come on.” Mrs Shah reached the threshold and stopped. Her gaze dropped to Rory’s wrist. “The scar,” she said. “What?” “Let me see it.” The door strained against the latch. One nail scraped a line through the soil. Rory covered her wrist with her other hand. “You know it’s there.” Mrs Shah’s mouth opened. A voice came from the kitchen behind her. “Rory, don’t answer her.” Another Mrs Shah stood at the table. She wore the same cardigan and the same broken glasses. She held the inhaler tin in both hands. The woman at the threshold seized Rory’s wrist. Her thumb pressed into the crescent scar, and Rory felt the skin split beneath it. The latch snapped. The door slammed across Rory’s arm, and the hand dragged her through.
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279
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"openai/gpt-6.1-terra-20261026"
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"OpenAI"
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
6
adverbTagCount
0
adverbTags
(empty)
dialogueSentences
48
tagDensity
0.125
leniency
0.25
rawRatio
0
effectiveRatio
0
100.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2161
totalAiIsmAdverbs
0
found
(empty)
highlights
(empty)
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)
88.43%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2161
totalAiIsms
5
found
0
word
"warmth"
count
1
1
word
"throbbed"
count
1
2
word
"footsteps"
count
1
3
word
"familiar"
count
1
4
word
"trembled"
count
1
highlights
0
"warmth"
1
"throbbed"
2
"footsteps"
3
"familiar"
4
"trembled"
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
218
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
0
hedgeCount
0
narrationSentences
218
filterMatches
(empty)
hedgeMatches
(empty)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
260
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
repeatedSegmentCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
31
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
2161
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
11
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
30.59%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
92
wordCount
1968
uniqueNames
10
maxNameDensity
2.39
worstName
"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity
4
worstWindowName
"Rory"
discoveredNames
Richmond
1
Park
1
Eva
1
Shah
19
Mrs
19
Rory
47
Golden
1
Empress
1
Rs
1
Yu-Fei
1
persons
0
"Eva"
1
"Shah"
2
"Mrs"
3
"Rory"
4
"Empress"
5
"Rs"
6
"Yu-Fei"
places
0
"Richmond"
1
"Park"
globalScore
0.306
windowScore
0.333
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
157
glossingSentenceCount
1
matches
0
"sounded like Mrs Shah, though the word end"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
0
per1kWords
0
wordCount
2161
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
0
totalSentences
260
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
135
mean
16.01
std
15.35
cv
0.959
sampleLengths
0
19
1
3
2
32
3
44
4
8
5
18
6
19
7
25
8
12
9
3
10
47
11
57
12
4
13
41
14
51
15
36
16
17
17
11
18
2
19
2
20
40
21
66
22
10
23
31
24
52
25
18
26
1
27
31
28
3
29
15
30
32
31
2
32
23
33
48
34
4
35
4
36
3
37
6
38
1
39
13
40
6
41
4
42
4
43
3
44
3
45
61
46
18
47
31
48
35
49
9
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
0
totalSentences
218
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
326
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
260
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1972
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
44
adverbRatio
0.02231237322515213
lyAdverbCount
3
lyAdverbRatio
0.0015212981744421906
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
260
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
260
mean
8.31
std
5.4
cv
0.65
sampleLengths
0
19
1
3
2
8
3
5
4
12
5
4
6
3
7
20
8
7
9
17
10
4
11
4
12
7
13
11
14
11
15
8
16
25
17
12
18
3
19
8
20
19
21
20
22
10
23
17
24
30
25
4
26
12
27
10
28
19
29
9
30
13
31
2
32
15
33
12
34
7
35
15
36
14
37
9
38
8
39
5
40
6
41
2
42
2
43
15
44
4
45
21
46
10
47
18
48
17
49
21
45.38%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
12
diversityRatio
0.22692307692307692
totalSentences
260
uniqueOpeners
59
16.42%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
1
totalSentences
203
matches
0
"Somewhere behind her, grass whispered"
ratio
0.005
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
59
totalSentences
203
matches
0
"She held both scraps under"
1
"She rubbed the ink."
2
"It stayed put."
3
"Their tops vanished into the"
4
"She looked behind her."
5
"Her phone showed one bar"
6
"She pressed Eva’s number, but"
7
"She had listened to it"
8
"It resembled a child dragging"
9
"She had covered one wall"
10
"She had called Mrs Shah"
11
"They had taken the details"
12
"She had agreed, then found"
13
"She folded the notes and"
14
"Their scent reached her in"
15
"She turned her torch towards"
16
"She chose the gap she"
17
"She moved left, found another"
18
"She pressed her palm against"
19
"Its ridges scraped her skin."
ratio
0.291
6.80%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
184
totalSentences
203
matches
0
"Rory pulled the note from"
1
"She held both scraps under"
2
"The first read, COME ALONE."
3
"The second carried a black"
4
"She rubbed the ink."
5
"It stayed put."
6
"The tree stood beyond the"
7
"Their tops vanished into the"
8
"Rory had passed through them"
9
"She looked behind her."
10
"The fence had gone."
11
"Her phone showed one bar"
12
"She pressed Eva’s number, but"
13
"Mrs Shah’s voicemail still sat"
14
"Rory played it again, keeping"
15
"A scrape followed, then the"
16
"Rory stopped the recording before"
17
"She had listened to it"
18
"It resembled a child dragging"
19
"Mrs Shah had opened the"
ratio
0.906
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
0
totalSentences
203
matches
(empty)
ratio
0
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
86
technicalSentenceCount
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
6
uselessAdditionCount
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
6
fancyCount
1
fancyTags
0
"Rory repeated (repeat)"
dialogueSentences
48
tagDensity
0.125
leniency
0.25
rawRatio
0.167
effectiveRatio
0.042
86.2541%