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Before the Storm

  by John L. Lynch


(about 389 pages)
97,307
total words
of all the books in our library
44.26%
vividness
of all the books in our library
8.16%
passive voice
of all the books in our library
1.94%
all adverbs
of all the books in our library
0.56%
ly-adverbs
of all the books in our library
1.38%
non-ly-adverbs
of all the books in our library

clippings from this book

We’ve analyzed hundreds of millions of words, from thousands of different authors, training our linguistic models to recognize the most vivid words in the English language… the words that create the most intense sensory experiences: colors, textures, sounds, flavors, and aromas.

Based on our analysis, we’ve scanned through the pages of this book to find the two pages at the extremes, both the most-passive and the most-vivid pages, so that you can compare them side-by-side and see the difference:

MOST PASSIVE PAGE
MOST VIVID PAGE
bruises on her arms. Her smile was gone, replaced with a look of contempt. Parsii’s blood boiled and he had nearly lost control again. “Don’t,” Sabira said sharply. “I’ll kill you and find someone else.” In her hand, she had held a small pistol, having produced it from inside her clothing. “You don’t get to do that more than once.” He had sat down on the Zanzibar chair and listened to Sabira for hours. Parsii realized he had no way out, yet, and his only chance was to learn what was required of him. Something would change. Something always did. Until then he had to obey. Parsii hated to obey, but he could do it when necessary. The only difference was he had to obey a woman, which was almost unbearable. The pistol Sabira had kept casually pointed at him helped. She had instructed him on codes, recognition signals, radio frequencies, grid coordinates, and basic tradecraft. He had objected to her preferred method for leaving him instructions, a dead-drop, and had revealed his own scheme with his postal clerk. Sabira had thought it was foolish to send messages that would undoubtedly be read by the censor. Parsii had explained he was already guilty of tampering with the mail for his own ends, so it was unlikely an investigation would look any further. All she would have to do was post a letter and let the mail do the rest. It was safer for her. That had done it. It was Both!” Suri laughed into the wind. Her hair streamed behind her head like a tattered war banner. She spun the wheel and braked. The car pulled off the road onto a dirt road leading into a grove of trees. Suri drove behind a row of the tall pistachio trees and stopped the car. She pulled herself out, and Basir followed. The ground crunched beneath his feet. The ground beneath the trees was covered with red pistachio shells. Suri said, “They are ready to harvest. The farmers will be here in a day or so to pick them off the ground.” As she spoke, a nut fell from a tree nearby. “Who does this land belong to?” Basir asked. “A family friend. He knows I come out here. Come this way.” Suri took his hand and led him downhill past the trees. Basir heard running water before they came to a stream. Suri kicked off her shoes, pulled up her skirt hem, and waded into the water up to her ankles. “It’s warm!” Suri exclaimed. Basir took up the invitation. He pulled off his heavy boots and cuffed his uniform trousers. The air was cool in the shade of the river trees. With his socks off he waded into the stream. Cold mud clung to his feet as he waded into the warm water. “Isn’t it grand?” Suri said. She waved at the stream. It ran through the orchard grove in a broad curve. Rocks in the streambed offered stepping stones

emotional story arc

Click anywhere on the chart to see the most significant emotional words — both positive & negative — from the corresponding section of the text…
This chart visualizes the the shifting emotional balance for the arc of this story, based on the emotional strength of the words in the prose, using techniques pioneered by the UVM Computational Story Lab. To create this story arc, we divided the complete manuscript text into 50 equal-sized chunks, each with 1946.14 words, and then we scored each section by counting the number of strongly-emotional words, both positive and negative. The bars in the chart move downward whenever there’s conflict and sadness, and they move upward when conflicts are resolved, or when the characters are happy and content. The size of each bar represents the positive or negative word-count of that section.

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