200. App on review : ProWritingAid’s Chapter Critique

I’ve previously commented on ProWritingAid’s Manuscript Analysis, which left me underwhelmed. The same is not true of their Chapter Critique, which showed a level of “insight” I had not expected from AI. I tried it out on my current project, The Dictator’s Wife. This novel deals with the gradual transformation of Ava Arslan, wife of the dictator of Carpathia, from a moderniser into a tyrant.

Chapter Critique will analyse up to 6,000 words—in this case, the first six chapters. It provides feedback on a number of areas, particularly:
• Tension & Pacing
• The Protagonist’s Arc
• Pacing & Flow
• Language & Style
• Characters
• Dialogue

It “understood” my intent. Here’s a flavour of how it worked.

  1. Did the machine “understand” the story?
    The report highlighted the principal element of the first chapters, particularly the protagonist’s motivation for agency and legacy. Under the heading What’s Working Well, it noted, “The … most prominent element is Ava’s sophisticated navigation of soft power. She demonstrates an ability to manage her husband’s insecurities and the country’s patriarchal structures to carve out her own agency. This establishes the complexity of her character, providing a foundation for her role as a modernizing force within a traditionalist regime.”
  2. Did the machine “understand” other key elements of the writing?
    Among other things, it noted “Ava’s sophisticated narrative voice” and spotted that subtext in the interaction between Ava and the powerful and dangerous Ramus—”a masterclass in soft power and social ‘minuet.’”
  3. Did the machine detect problems?
    Praise is, of course, nice, even from a machine. But the test of whether it’s useful is its ability to spot problems. The report noted seven problems in total. All were reasonable, and two were particularly helpful.
    • The analysis highlighted the episodic nature of the chapters, saying this “prevents the reader from settling into the immediate tension of a specific moment, making the transition from ‘accidental First Lady’ to ‘political strategist’ feel rushed. The story moves quickly through time, often summarizing events (like the village tours) rather than dwelling in them.” More than this, it suggested two possible fixes: either “what if one of these time jumps was bridged by a recurring sensory detail or a continuous thread of conversation?”; or extending the scene.
    • The analysis noted that the voices of Ava and her collaborator, Elena, were nearly identical.
  4. These diagnoses were as acute as I might have expected from a professional editor. I’m impressed.

Friday Fictioneers – Death of the gods

PHOTO PROMPT © Lily

I had to put them beyond use, these keys. Surely you understand? Once that door is opened again, nobody would be safe. Paint? No, it’s not paint—it’s acid. The keys are warping and melting just as what lies beyond the gate is warped.

There’s always someone curious enough or with the swaggering bravado to want to take a little peek. I couldn’t risk that.

The tagged one? Why, the key to our house, We can never return.—our age is done. The Earth belongs to the young ones now.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Now

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Is it now, now? No, it was now, then. When am I? Who am I? Is this a dagger I see before me?

Metal shaped with a thin, sharp edge. Could be a dagger, yes. So, imagining the past formation from a hot ingot, I glimpse its future plunge into the body of the old king.

Past and future, I shape both in my swirling now. If I imagine differently, I create different pasts, different futures. I invent the world.

But this is terror. What stops everything collapsing into moosh?

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Water-Start

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The sea hisses; the boom yanks against my grip, but I stay sheeted-in; the board rises, planning over the water. Exhilaration!

I sheet-in harder to carve-gybe as Rags taught us. The speed’s crazy. I hear Rags’ Scottish lilt, “At this point yer brain’ll be screaming, ‘No, no, I’m going tae die. But don’t listen to yer brain. Listen to meee.’”

Panic.

I finish in the water under the sail. Gripping the boom, I push up.

The wind catches the sail, pulling me back onto the board. Ecstasy! I may not have mastered carve-gybing, but I’ve discovered how to water-start.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Grandma’s Hatbox

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

For forty years it sat atop the chestnut wardrobe. She forbade us to look inside.

“My crown’s in there,” she always said. “The only thing I saved when we fled Russia,”

Now she’s gone. My brother and I open the hatbox. No crown. Just a brittle, folded paper. One line only, in her looping script. “Ha! Fooled you.”

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Oh what a tangled web we weave

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“You knitted that?”

“I did. Lovely, no?”

“A spiderweb. From wool?”

“Of course. Only the finest cashmere.”

“But why? What do you hope to catch?”

“Caught you, didn’t it?”

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers—The Reply

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“ … wont’ do it.”

Well, that’s definitive, and now I face a choice. I can meet immovable objection with irresistible force or capitulate and seek a way round. Cogs grind and wheels spin as I imagine the possible outcomes. Force is all or nothing—if he doesn’t cave in to counter-pressure, all that remains is to walk away. Capitulation allows evasion and new attempts. The choice seems obvious.

As I open my mouth in reply, it feels clogged with a chewy, bitter substance. Words form as if from nothing.

“Well, fuck you.”

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Dialogue of the deaf

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

“But no, sir. How could you think so?”

“Don’t you see? The magenta tones, the swirling brush strokes, signify a tempestuous dawn approaching. Surely.”

“Those are not swirling brush strokes. That, my good sir, is scrumbling. You mistake the artist’s technique as you do his meaning. The painting shows aurora.”

“There are none so blind as those who will not see. It is dawn, I tell you, a terrible dawn.”

“Aurora.”

“Nonsense.”

“How dare you! I will have satisfaction, sir. Pistols at aurora.”

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Aurora is a Latin for dawn, and scumbling is a brush technique of applying paint in a circular motion

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Dream-Maker

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

I woke with the most intense craving for cheese. As luck would have it, the fridge had registered there was only a hardening heel of Stilton left and ordered a divine selection. The Sainsbury’s drone dropped it off as I punched for an espresso on the auto-chef.

As I nibbled on the edge of an oatcake brimming with rich and creamy brie, wisps of my dream came back. Cheese. The theme had been cheese. Possibly, I’d been a mouse.

What didn’t come back was the advertiser’s message I later found embedded in my dream-maker. ”Lovely creamy brie.”

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Friday Fictioneers – Wave function collapse

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

In the beginning, the elders say, formless chaos lay upon the face of the universe, roiling and spitting. Now I see strings of galaxies arcing across the void as gas clouds collapse under their own weight—stardust. As the inchoate future becomes past, matter condenses into pattern.

Time, that’s the remedy. It’s time which gives form and certainty to possibility.

Some of the matter swims, then sits up and crawls—the secret at the heart of the bud—slow and always straining back towards the stars.

Will we get there? Only the moving finger of time knows.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here