AI stats and analysis of Dervish Sanders & The Hyperthemesiatic Recalling.
The average short story length is typically between 5,000 to 10,000 words, although it can range from 1,500 to 15,000 words. This means that while many short stories fall within this average range, some may be shorter or longer depending on the author's intent and the story's requirements.
Word Counter Stats...
Words: 1,909.
Characters: 11,007.
Sentences: 146.
Paragraphs: 101.
Characters without spaces: 9,149.
NoteGPT Free AI Detector analysis.
AI Generated: 12.34%. Human Generated: 87.66%
Passages flagged by NoteGPT.
I didn't know that about myself. So, I take it there will be no backstory for the tiefling character? [AI assisted? No].
Annoyed, he pulled the covers over his head, but the incessant chattering continued unabated. [AI assisted? No].
The avian quickly jumped from one branch to another, its inky plumage shimmering like an obsidian jewel in the morning light. [AI assisted? Yes].
Dervish washed his face in a basin on his nightstand, dressed, then departed his abode. His mother, father and sister were still asleep, so he trod lightly on the wood plank floor. Little did he know this would be the last time he would set foot in his family's home. [AI assisted? No].
Dervish silently closed the door behind him and set out. The morning air was cold and crisp, the sky painted orange and gold as the new day dawned. Following the magpie's directions, Dervish set out from Waltham Abbey, heading east along a winding path that cut through rolling meadows and whispering hedgerows. A short while later Boudicca's Obelisk, rising solemnly from the forest's edge near Ambresbury Banks, came into view. Its timeworn surface seemed to echo with the distant voices of battle and rebellion, though Dervish gave it only a passing glance as he pressed onward into the wooded expanse. [AI assisted? Yes].
Navigating the trails of Epping Forest, he headed southeast, a journey that brought him to Copt Hall. The grand manor emerged like a vision from behind clustered oaks, its stone façade radiating an air of authority. Yet Dervish regarded it less as a marvel of permanence and more as a fortress of privilege. [AI assisted? Yes].
"I lost something very valuable in the vicinity. You didn't happen to find it, did you?" The man eyed him with suspicion. [AI assisted? No].
Ashley grasped his hand and thanked him profusely. "I solemnly swear, I will tell no one". [AI assisted? No].
It was then that a faint unnerving tittering rippled through the grove, carried on the breeze like the tinkling of distant wind chimes. [AI assisted? Yes].
