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The Chosen One

  by Walt Gragg


(about 586 pages)
146,375
total words
of all the books in our library
42.38%
vividness
of all the books in our library
8.15%
passive voice
of all the books in our library
2.42%
all adverbs
of all the books in our library
0.79%
ly-adverbs
of all the books in our library
1.63%
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
are crawling all over us up here. Without immediate help, we’re going to be overrun. And the Chosen One’s army isn’t going to stop until they’re standing on the beach staring at the Mediterranean.” “Bravo-Three-Six, be advised the Hornets have been pulled for a higher-priority mission.” “Higher-priority mission? What higher-priority mission? How the hell could there be a higher-priority mission than this one? My men are getting slaughtered.” “Understood. We’re as confused as you are. All I can tell you is we’ve already taken steps to remedy the situation. Attack drones will be here shortly. And the division commander’s freed up eighteen additional Cobras. They’re itching for a fight and on the way. They’ll be here in ten minutes. He’s also released twelve M-1s to support our position. They should arrive a few minutes after that.” “Roger, Two-Six. But with the intensity of this attack, ten minutes is going to be forever. There’s no way we can hold that long. What do you suggest we do until the drones and Cobras reach us?” “Initial orders are still in effect. Don’t worry about hanging on to real estate. Ground’s cheap. It’s live bodies we’re short on. Save your men any way you can. It’ll be your call. If you can’t defend your position, fall back on your own initiative. Don’t forget, there are three lines of Marines behind yours.” “Roger. Will do what I can. Even so, with what’s headed this way, don’t be surprised if when we next talk we’re infinite desert toward the battalion’s defenses. Misery was painted on their grizzled features. The relentless winds tore at their stoic faces. The endless sojourn’s unmerciful heat pressed in upon them. It threatened to devour the haggard Americans. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Yet the dismal heavens were as dark as the bleakest New England January. A blanket of suffocating smoke, so thick it consumed every labored breath, covered the tedious landscape and overwhelmed the sun’s light. The smoldering corpses of destroyed enemy vehicles stretched to the horizon. Pan-Arab remains, twisted and rotting, cluttered the landscape. Some of the decomposing bodies had been in the sweltering Sahara for nearly three weeks. With so great a bounty, the vultures and carrion eaters had grown indifferent. Death’s reviling stench clung to the exhausted platoon. Decay oozed into their sand-clogged pores and assailed their senses. The putrid smell of suffering and disease tore at their nostrils. Although the men on the ground couldn’t see them, the sounds of soaring aircraft filled the spiteful afternoon. Throughout the long hours, Super Hornets from the aircraft carriers Lincoln and Eisenhower flew sortie after sortie over the Nile Delta. Attack and reconnaissance drones crisscrossed the dingy heavens. At regular intervals, groups of lethal Cobras screamed overhead. The low-flying merchants of death skimmed the dunes, tearing through the narrow valleys and treacherous landscape as they rushed toward the burgeoning battles. Artillery duels rumbled incessantly. With each painful stride Erickson took, the sounds of the fearsome struggles reached

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 2927.50 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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