Novelcrafter book generation with Story Architect System

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This is a comparison of the output from four different LLMs when writing a short story with a total word count target of 9,000 words.

It was generated using the Story Architect System prompt system from Jordan on the Novelcrafter discord.
https://discord.com/channels/1133311989792387162/1327397149616504993

Using those prompts, I took my initial random idea that I had made up on the spot in one of my Story Hacker Gold group posts:
https://www.skool.com/story-hacker/good-news-from-the-copyright-office?p=7c478988
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Jake Carr
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@Raymonda Rice
They seem to make a distinction at the point of output from a prompt. If you take what the prompt gives you and don't alter, edit, or rearrange the output, then it sounds like it's not eligible for copyright. If a human makes creative decisions in the final work, then at least the parts that the human altered in some way are protected. So if you're going through the full process of writing the reader magnet as Jason outlines (for example), that seems like it would be totally safe and copyrightable.
On the other hand, if you're going to chatGPT, typing in "write a book about a wizard who rides a motorcycle", "that's great but make the bike spit flames out of the tailpipes, and they should curl up like a scorpion tail", "now the wizard finds a secret canyon road with no traffic, but there's a magic pothole and he cracks a rim", etc. and just publishing the output, that's not copyrightable no matter how many times you re-prompt to refine the story.
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I started from that initial idea (a book about a wizard who rides a motorcycle, the bike spits flames out of the tailpipes, the wizard finds a secret canyon road with no traffic, but there's a magic pothole). I used a standalone LLM chat interface to brainstorm names for the wizard (Coyote Hex, a.k.a. Chox) and the motorcycle (Revenant, a.k.a. Rev). Everything else has been generated using Story Architect System prompts for the plot, outline, codex entries, chapter/scene summaries, and scene beats. I used the general purpose scene beat completion prompt to get prose for each scene beat in each of ten chapters. I only intervened to adjust one or two egregious mistakes, otherwise everything is as was generated by the LLM.

There should be a scene-by-scene breakdown of each chapter, instead of one scene per chapter, but I believe that's due to human error; I think I missed a step in the SAS prompt system.

In the unedited stories, I added a line break at each new scene beat in a chapter, to make it easier to see how the scene beat instructions influenced the LLM's writing.

1. Outline, generated using Gemini Flash 2.0 Thinking Experimental
2. Chapter + Scene outlines, generated using Gemini Flash 2.0 Thinking Experimental
3. Scene Beat instructions, generated using Gemini Flash 2.0 Thinking Experimental
4. Unedited story as produced using the Scene Beat Completion / General Purpose prompt and Claude 3.5 Sonnet
5. Unedited story as produced using the Scene Beat Completion / General Purpose prompt and Nova Pro V1
6. Unedited story as produced using the Scene Beat Completion / General Purpose prompt and Qwen Max
7. Unedited story as produced using the Scene Beat Completion / General Purpose prompt and DeepSeek-R1 Distill Llama 70b
8. Bonus: Chapter 1, scene beat 1 from nine other LLMs that I didn't choose to write the rest of the book with.

8. Bonus: Chapter 1, scene beat 1 from nine other LLMs that I didn't choose to write the rest of the book with.

microsoft/phi-4

Gates tore apart with a roar, shredding metal like paper in a hurricane. Alarms blared, piercing the silence of the mountain air with shrill urgency. Shards of iron and steel flew madly, painting the atmosphere with chaos. Rev bucked violently beneath Coyote Hex, his tailpipes erupting into a fury of flames, lighting the night with bursts of fire.

In that moment, Coyote moved as if born of the storm. The ground hurtled beneath them, and the air howled, as if vying to catch up. His heart pounded, syncopated with the relentless drumming of tires on asphalt, adrenaline coursing through his veins with reckless abandon.

He leaned slightly forward, weight shifting, responding to Rev's fierce acceleration. Every sense honed to survival, Coyote focused only on the escape. The facility was left behind, a storm-soaked horror of smoke and seething energy. A blur of destruction marked the tail of Rev as they sped away, the world an afterimage of flashing lights and echoing gunfire.

Outside the perimeter, still heart-pounding and senses sharp, Coyote took brief, steadying breaths as Rev surged, ever forward, instinctively, through the darkness. The chase, and its new face, loomed imminent, but for now, they rode the silence of the void, enemies at their heels yet miles from safety.

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GPT-4o 2024 11 20

The gates detonated outward in a shrieking blast of twisted steel and shattered enchantments, shards of metal whistling through the air like reckless bullets. Alarms screamed to life, their wails ripping apart the mountain’s stillness. Smoke and debris billowed across the perimeter, swallowing the floodlights in choking black.

Rev roared through the chaos, his tires spitting gravel and sparks. The engine bellowed like some unholy beast, its deep growl vibrating through Coyote Hex's ribs. He leaned hard into the handlebars, the wind slicing across his face, stinging with flecks of dust and burnt magic residue.

A chunk of what used to be the gate smashed against the chain-link fence. Rev barely swerved, carving a line of molten fury through the rubble. His tailpipes spat flames behind him, licking at the debris as if daring it to follow. Coyote hunched low, gripping tight, every muscle taut as Rev’s chrome glinted defiantly against the flickering hazard lights.

“Keep it together. We’re not clear yet.”

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Mistral Large

Metal shrieked as the security gates exploded outwards, shards of steel flying like shrapnel. Revenant's engine roared, a beast unleashed, tires scorching the asphalt. The sudden acceleration punched Coyote Hex in the gut, pinning him to the seat. Alarms blared, a discordant symphony echoing off the mountainous terrain.

Debris scattered, clanging against Rev's chrome, as they tore through the breach. The wind whipped around them, howling like a banshee. The facility's lights strobed, casting flickering shadows that danced macabrely on the pavement. The stench of burned rubber and ozone filled the air, a pungent mix that stung Hex's nostrils.

Rev's tailpipes curled, flames licking the air, ready to bite. Chrome glinted under the harsh security lights, a defiant gleam against the encroaching darkness. They shot past the perimeter, the facility's magical defenses sparking and crackling in their wake.

Hex leaned low, the wind tearing at his clothes. His heart pounded in sync with Rev's engine, adrenaline surging through his veins. The facility's armed guards scrambled, their shouts lost in the chaos. The night blurred into a kaleidoscope of speed and sound, the world reduced to the roar of the engine and the rush of the wind.

Just outside the breached perimeter, Rev's tires gripped the road, their flight steady but swift. The first wave of pursuit was sure to follow. Hex's grip tightened, his eyes scanning the darkness ahead. There was no time to waste.

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microsoft/wizardlm-2-8x22b

The world erupted in a cacophony of twisting metal and the raw scream of tearing steel. Coyote Hex felt the blast's hot breath on his neck as Revenant surged forward, the motorcycle's engine roaring with a primal fury. Debris rained down in a hail of shrapnel, bouncing off Rev's enchanted chrome with dull clangs. The security gates, once an impassable wall of reinforced alloy, now lay mangled and smoldering, a testament to the destructive symphony played by magic and machinery.

Alarms wailed, their shrill sirens clawing at the air, as if the very facility itself was crying out in pain. The ground shook beneath Rev's thundering tires, each rotation a defiant stomp against the concrete. Coyote's heart pounded in sync with the bike's rhythm, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as exhilarating as any spell.

Ahead, the mountainous terrain stretched out like the craggy backbone of some slumbering giant. Rev's tailpipes flared, belching out flames that licked the night air, a dragon's fiery breath in their flight. The motorcycle's raw power was palpable, a living force that propelled them deeper into the shadows of the wilderness.

The escape was a blur of motion, a dance of speed and agility as Coyote and Rev wove through the chaos they had wrought. Behind them, the facility's lights flickered like a dying pulse, receding into the distance as they put the breach behind them. The USB drive, a tiny trove of secrets, felt heavy in Coyote's pocket, its weight a silent reminder of the danger that still pursued them.

As they cleared the perimeter, Rev's engine purred, a predator content with its kill. But the night was far from over, and the roads ahead promised more than just the thrill of the chase. With Rev's chrome surfaces gleaming under the moonlight, ready to reflect any magical pursuit, Coyote Hex leaned into the wind, a wizard and his steed racing towards the unknown.

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Deepseek R1

Revenant’s wheels chewed shredded gate remnants like shattered asphalt teeth. The concussive thoom of breached magical wards still rang in Coyote’s molars as the bike surged forward—handlebars vibrating beneath white-knuckled grip, torn chain-link flaying his leather jacket. Alarms became a singular shriek behind them.

He tasted burnt ozone. Felt the scream of overstressed steel as Rev fishtailed past a collapsing guard tower. Chrome flashed in his periphery. A thermal camera exploded in molten sparks under their back wheel. Coyote didn’t look behind. Didn’t need to.

Rev’s engine howled three octaves higher than physics allowed. They hit the mountain road at 90mph, windshear clawing at Coyote’s goggles. “Not bad for a rustbucket!”

The motorcycle kicked sideways in response, nearly clipping a granite outcrop. Coyote grinned through the hurricane-force roar. Behind them, the facility’s perimeter lights shrank into angry fireflies. Ahead—switchbacks. Black pines. Open night.

Rev’s frame shuddered as gears bit harder. Acceleration pressed Coyote’s spine against the sissy bar. His laugh got ripped away by velocity.

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google/gemini-2.0-flash-exp:free

Steel shrieked. The security gates disintegrated, torn outward in a spray of bent metal and concrete shrapnel. Alarms wailed, a jarring, synthetic shriek that barely registered over the roar of Rev’s engine. Coyote Hex gripped the handlebars, knuckles white as bone. Rev launched forward, a black blur against the shattered remains of the perimeter. The wind whipped past, tugging at Chox’s leather jacket. Debris pelted them—small rocks, twisted rebar, the occasional chunk of concrete.

Rev’s engine screamed as he accelerated, a guttural growl that echoed off the mountains around them. The ground blurred beneath. Coyote Hex saw the world in smears of green and grey. A rapid series of staccato pops sounded behind as guns lit up, muzzle flashes swallowed quickly in the billowing cloud of dust and smoke. They rocketed through a gap in the fence line, a jagged scar in the otherwise steel-clad perimeter.

Coyote Hex adjusted his goggles, the wind biting at his cheeks. They blew past the guard rail, the facility shrinking behind them with every second.

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qwen/qwen-plus

Metal groaned and tore apart as the gates exploded outward. Sparks rained down like fireworks, each fragment of shrapnel glinting in the harsh floodlights. The deafening crack of splitting steel drowned out everything else, but the blare of alarms filled the void moments later, shrill and unrelenting. Coyote Hex gripped Revenant's handles tight, knuckles white against the vibrating chrome.

Revenant roared to life, his engine a growl that turned into a howl as he surged forward. His tires spat dirt and gravel behind them, the force of acceleration nearly throwing Hex off balance. Flame shot from the tailpipes, curling upward as Rev tilted into a sharp turn, narrowly avoiding a collapsing section of fence.

The air was thick with smoke and the acrid tang of burning rubber. Hex felt the heat of the explosion on his face, tasted it in the back of his throat. Behind him, guards shouted, footsteps pounding, but they were already fading fast. Revenant’s speed was relentless, eating up ground in wide arcs, his chrome surfaces gleaming sharply under the floodlights. They burst through the last line of perimeter defenses, still gaining speed, still running hard. Ahead lay open road—and more trouble waiting.

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qwen/qwq-32b-preview

The gates exploded outward in a shower of sparks and torn metal, the thick reinforced doors warping under the force of Coyote Hex's spell. Alarms blared behind him, shattering the silence of the night with a deafening wail that seemed to scream betrayal. Without pause, Coyote Hex yanked on the handlebars of Revenant, his sentient motorcycle, and they surged forward into the breach.

The air around them pulsed with magic, charged by the residual energy of the gate's destruction. Coyote felt the power thrumming through Rev, felt the bike's own magic intertwining with his own, amplifying their escape. The chrome surfaces of Revenant gleamed in the moonlight, reflecting the swirling chaos of the breached perimeter.

Acceleration slammed into Coyote, pressing him back against the seat as Rev's engine roared to life. The power was raw and unbridled, pushing them forward with a speed that defied the laws of physics. The world beyond the gates blurred into a streak of colors and shapes, the landscape whipping past in a dizzying display of motion.

Debris from the destroyed gates rained down around them, but Rev dodged and weaved with a liquid grace that belied his hulking form. His tailpipes, curled upwards like serpents, cast flickering shadows on the ground as they sped away from the facility.

Coyote Hex gripped the handlebars tight, his eyes locked on the horizon as they hurtled towards freedom. The adrenaline surged through his veins, a cold fire that fueled his determination. They were out, but he knew the pursuit was only beginning. The thrill of the chase was already setting in, and he relished it. This was what he lived for—the danger, the rush, the sheer exhilaration of defying impossible odds.

But for now, momentum was their ally. They had to keep moving, stay ahead of whatever was sent after them. Coyote Hex glanced behind, noting the plume of smoke still rising from the breached gates. The facility was stirring, no doubt mobilizing its forces. He couldn't afford to look back for long. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: this was only the beginning.

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x-ai/grok-beta

The security gates exploded outward with a deafening BOOM, sending metal shards screaming into the night sky like fireworks gone feral. The air screamed, alarms screeched from every direction, a cacophony of chaos that punched the eardrums.

Coyote Hex rode Revenant as if he was part of the bike, their escape propulsive, like they were launched from a catapult. The ground met his boots, and his body leaned forward instinctively. The facility behind them started to shrink on the horizon.

Flames licked from Rev’s tailpipes, the chrome glinting against the harsh moonlight, a lightning bolt in the darkness. Kiss of hot air brushed Coyote’s cheeks, giving warmth in the cool night.

Debris showered around them, steel rain still falling from the breached gates. Rev skidded like a knife through butter, sending up a squall of dust and gravel. The remaining guards were yelling, but their words were just more noise in the symphony of their getaway, muddled by the engines' roar - both the shouts of despair and the rumble of the motorcycle.

The bike didn't just ride; it devoured the distance. Coyote tightened his grip, as they raced past the obliterated perimeter, leaving chaos in their wake. Were the alarms winning, or the revs of the engine? You couldn't tell, not at this speed.