Run: 2026-02-19-01KHSYYZFTT0FYZANBPAHKQ92Y

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Duration:
2m 26s
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$0.004068
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Novita

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System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The third deadbolt clicked open, and Aurora swung the door wide before her brain caught up with her muscle memory. Lucien Moreau stood on the landing. The smell of rain clung to his coat, his hair damp from the London drizzle he seemed to have carried right out of a Marseille afternoon fifteen years ago. He looked like someone had taken her memory of him and run it through the wrong wash cycle. The tailored charcoal suit was still perfect, the platinum blond hair still slicked back, but his face held a tightness that didn't belong on a man who brokered secrets for a living. “Rory.” The accent was softer than she remembered. Rounded in the wrong places. She leaned against the doorframe, blocking most of the entryway. “Delivery doesn’t start until eleven. Order ahead next time.” “Not here for dim sum.” “Eva’s not in.” “I know.” His heterochromatic eyes watched her. One amber, one black, making it impossible to tell which one saw her the way she was now and which one still saw the girl who’d left Cardiff on a night train. “I came for you.” The flat behind her was a crime scene of half-finished research. Books on demonic contracts spilled from the sofa to the floor. Ptolemy the tabby was curled asleep on a pile of old scrolls near the radiator. It looked like the kind of place you could disappear into and never come back out, which is precisely what she’d been trying to do for the last eight months. Aurora stepped back. The movement felt like admitting defeat. “Fine. Two minutes.” She didn’t offer to take his coat. He entered, his ivory-handled cane tapping a rhythm on the floorboards that matched the ticking of the clock above Eva’s fireplace. He paused by the window overlooking Brick Lane, but his attention didn’t linger on the market stalls or the curry house below. “You live above Silas’ place now.” “Observant.” “Hard not to notice. His wards scream 'go away' at anything with a drop of otherworldly blood.” Lucien turned away from the window. “Mine included.” “Then you shouldn’t have come.” In the dim light, his smile held no warmth. “But I did.” They stood a meter apart in Eva’s cramped sitting room, the space shrinking around them. Aurora crossed her arms over her chest, the small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist catching the light from the streetlamp outside. “Out with it, Luc. What’s so important it couldn't wait until my shift?” A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Your shift. Right.” He reached into his inner jacket pocket. Her body tensed. Not fear—not exactly—but the coiled readiness of someone who’d learned the hard way that gifts from men like Lucien Moreau always came with strings attached. He produced a flat, cream-colored envelope sealed with dark red wax. “It arrived this morning. At my office.” She didn't take it. “And?” “And it's addressed to Aurora Carter. But the sender didn’t use my address. They used my name.” Lucien’s voice lowered. “They wrote ‘For the attention of Lucien Moreau, regarding Aurora Carter, formerly of Cardiff.’” The air left the room. She took the envelope. The paper felt expensive under her fingers, thick and textured. The wax seal bore a symbol she didn’t recognize—three interlocking circles with a drop of what looked like actual blood pressed into the center. “Open it,” he said. A crack split the seal’s perfect surface. She slid out a single sheet of matching paper, unfolded it. The handwriting was copperplate precise. *Ms. Carter,* *A mutual acquaintance informs us you seek answers about your lineage. We possess documentation regarding your maternal grandmother’s service contract with House Morgenstern from 1958 to 1963.* *Should you wish to review these materials, present yourself at 47 St. Mary’s Path, Bloomsbury, tomorrow evening at nine o’clock sharp.* *Come alone. Bring this letter as proof of invitation.* *P.S. Your companion’s interference would be... unwise.* Aurora read it twice. The words didn’t change. She looked up. Lucien had moved closer without her noticing. The rain smell mixed with something colder, sharper. A hint of distant ozone. “‘Service contract,’” she said, her throat tight. “That’s what they’re calling indentured servitude now?” “House Morgenstern.” Lucien’s tone turned clinical. “Old bloodline. German origins, but they’ve been London-based since the late nineteenth century. They deal in rare artifacts. Information. Favors.” “And my grandmother worked for them.” “Five years. Long enough for a human contract to have significant... clauses.” She folded the letter back into the envelope. Her hands were steady. She made sure they were steady. “You knew.” His silence confirmed more than any confession could. “You knew,” she repeated, “and you didn’t tell me.” Lucien’s cane tapped once against the floorboard. “Knowing isn’t the same as telling. Some knowledge is a blade you hand someone else to use against you.” “Don’t give me your fixer philosophy. My grandmother died when I was six. My mother never mentioned any of this.” “And your father?” Aurora stilled. Her father, Brendan Carter, barrister, lover of order and precedents and neat family trees he could point to in leather-bound albums. He’d never spoken of his in-laws beyond pleasantries. She met Lucien’s mismatched eyes. “What aren’t you saying?” He hesitated. Then, softer, “Your mother’s side has markers. Small things. A predisposition for languages, yes? An ability to... persuade.” “Everyone in my family argues well. We’re Welsh.” “This isn’t about arguing.” He leaned his cane against the sofa, the movement deliberate. “Has anyone ever told you no, Rory? And truly meant it?” The question hung between them. She thought of Evan, her ex whose hands had always found reasons to grab. She’d said no. He hadn’t listened. But that was violence, plain and simple. Then she thought of Mrs. Yu-Fei Cheung, who’d hired her as a delivery girl despite the restaurant having no such position open until Rory walked in. She’d needed the job. Desperately. She thought of the landlord who’d agreed to rent her the flat above Silas’ bar despite having waiting lists longer than the Thames. Yes. Lucien watched her process it. His expression gentled, a fraction. “House Morgenstern collects debts. And favors. And people with certain... talents.” “What are you suggesting?” “I’m suggesting,” he said, stepping close enough that she could see the minute flecks of gold swimming in his amber eye, “that you are their kind of asset.” She didn't move away. “And the letter? You think it's genuine?” “The wax is mixed with blood from the signatory. That’s old magic. Binding magic.” “Could be a trick.” “Could be.” His hand rose, hovered near her cheek. He didn’t touch her. “But you want to know, don’t you?” She did. More than the burn scars Evan had left on her skin. More than the need to pay her rent next month. The need to understand why she’d always felt like a guest in her own life, why she’d left Cardiff with a suitcase and a sickening certainty that if she stayed another day, she’d dissolve into someone she didn’t recognize. Lucien’s fingers brushed her jawline. His touch was cool. “I could find out for you.” “The letter says to come alone.” “The letter,” he whispered, his breath stirring the hair at her temple, “was written by people who think they know the rules.” His thumb stroked the line of her jaw. “But I know how to bend them.” For a second, she let herself lean into it. The memory of another rain-soaked night, his lips on hers, the taste of salt and promises she shouldn’t have believed. Then she pulled back. “No.” His hand dropped. “Rory.” “No.” She turned away, picking up the envelope from where she’d set it on the cluttered coffee table. “You want me to trust you? Start by telling me everything you know about House Morgenstern.” Silence stretched. Ptolemy woke, stretching his paws on the ancient scrolls. “They’re collectors,” Lucien said finally. “But they don’t collect paintings or sculptures. They collect potential. They find people with latent abilities—people like your grandmother. People like you. And they bind them with contracts that span generations.” Aurora faced him. “So you’re saying I’m bound already.” “I’m saying,” he replied, his voice grave, “that if you walk into 47 St. Mary’s Path tomorrow night, you might not walk back out.” He fought a smile. “You’ve clearly misunderstood. I said ‘might.’ There’s a chance you impress them so thoroughly they let you walk out with a better offer.” “An offer.” “Everyone has a price, Rory.” His eyes darkened. “Even you.” She folded her arms again. Her heart hammered against her ribs. “Did you work for them? Is that how you know all this?” Lucien didn’t answer. He retrieved his cane, spinning it slowly between his fingertips. “Let me come with you tomorrow. As backup.” “The letter says—” “I know what the letter says.” His tone sharpened. “But I also know what happens to pretty, clever girls who walk into old houses alone after dark. You might survive on sharp thinking and blue eyes, but what about when the doors lock and the candles blow out?” “You’re scared for me.” “I’m realistic.” They stood like that for a long moment, the rain pattering against the window, the sound of Brick Lane’s Friday night beginning to swell below. “I’ll think about it,” Aurora said at last. “That’s all I ask.” He moved toward the door, then paused. “One more thing.” She waited. “The person who sent this.” Lucien tapped the envelope still in her hand. “They used blood wax. That means they’re either very old or very desperate.” He met her gaze. “Don’t assume which it is.” He opened the door. “Luc.” He glanced back. “Why did you really come tonight?” Lucien Moreau, half-demon, fixer, man of a thousand carefully constructed masks, gave her a look of such raw, unguarded honesty that it stole the air from her lungs all over again. “Because,” he said softly, “the last time you disappeared, I didn’t follow.” The door clicked shut behind him. Aurora stared at the wood grain for five full seconds before her knees gave way. She sank onto the threadbare carpet, the envelope crumpling in her fist. Outside, the rain picked up, drumming a frantic rhythm against the glass. Tomorrow night, nine o’clock sharp.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
94.74% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags23
adverbTagCount4
adverbTags
0"Lucien turned away [away]"
1"She turned away [away]"
2"Lucien said finally [finally]"
3"he said softly [softly]"
dialogueSentences76
tagDensity0.303
leniency0.605
rawRatio0.174
effectiveRatio0.105
76.84% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1727
totalAiIsmAdverbs8
found
0
adverb"precisely"
count1
1
adverb"truly"
count1
2
adverb"slowly"
count1
3
adverb"very"
count2
4
adverb"really"
count1
5
adverb"carefully"
count1
6
adverb"softly"
count1
highlights
0"precisely"
1"truly"
2"slowly"
3"very"
4"really"
5"carefully"
6"softly"
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
73.94% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1727
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"perfect"
count2
1
word"otherworldly"
count1
2
word"warmth"
count1
3
word"silence"
count2
4
word"potential"
count1
5
word"grave"
count1
6
word"constructed"
count1
highlights
0"perfect"
1"otherworldly"
2"warmth"
3"silence"
4"potential"
5"grave"
6"constructed"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences126
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences126
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences179
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen39
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans5
markdownWords66
totalWords1713
ratio0.039
matches
0"Ms. Carter,"
1"A mutual acquaintance informs us you seek answers about your lineage. We possess documentation regarding your maternal grandmother’s service contract with House Morgenstern from 1958 to 1963."
2"Should you wish to review these materials, present yourself at 47 St. Mary’s Path, Bloomsbury, tomorrow evening at nine o’clock sharp."
3"Come alone. Bring this letter as proof of invitation."
4"P.S. Your companion’s interference would be... unwise."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions32
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions51
wordCount1120
uniqueNames23
maxNameDensity1.25
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Aurora8
Moreau3
London1
Marseille1
One1
Cardiff2
Eva2
Brick2
Lane2
Lucien14
House1
Morgenstern1
St1
Path1
Bloomsbury1
Brendan1
Carter2
Evan2
Mrs1
Cheung1
Rory1
Silence1
Friday1
persons
0"Aurora"
1"Moreau"
2"One"
3"Eva"
4"Lucien"
5"Brendan"
6"Carter"
7"Evan"
8"Mrs"
9"Cheung"
10"Rory"
11"Silence"
places
0"London"
1"Marseille"
2"Cardiff"
3"Brick"
4"Lane"
5"House"
6"Morgenstern"
7"Friday"
globalScore0.875
windowScore0.833
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences66
glossingSentenceCount5
matches
0"looked like someone had taken her memory"
1"looked like the kind of place you could d"
2"felt like admitting defeat"
3"looked like actual blood pressed into the"
4"felt like a guest in her own life, why"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1713
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences179
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs102
mean16.79
std14.84
cv0.883
sampleLengths
020
16
279
31
422
59
65
73
843
967
1012
117
1243
136
141
1525
165
1712
1837
1913
2016
2128
2218
235
2434
255
2638
274
2818
295
302
3127
3221
339
347
358
3623
3714
3826
396
4012
4120
428
439
4426
4520
463
4731
489
4920
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences126
matches
0"was curled"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs202
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount3
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences2
totalSentences179
ratio0.011
matches
0"Not fear—not exactly—but the coiled readiness of someone who’d learned the hard way that gifts from men like Lucien Moreau always came with strings attached."
1"The wax seal bore a symbol she didn’t recognize—three interlocking circles with a drop of what looked like actual blood pressed into the center."
88.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1046
adjectiveStacks2
stackExamples
0"small crescent-shaped scar"
1"flat, cream-colored envelope"
adverbCount38
adverbRatio0.036328871892925434
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.0076481835564053535
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences179
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences179
mean9.57
std8.16
cv0.853
sampleLengths
020
16
229
318
432
51
67
75
810
99
105
113
127
1332
144
1511
1611
1715
1830
193
206
213
227
2321
2422
256
261
2723
282
295
309
313
3215
3322
3413
356
3610
373
3825
3911
407
414
421
4320
4414
455
464
4710
4824
494
60.34% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats7
diversityRatio0.3854748603351955
totalSentences179
uniqueOpeners69
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences111
matches
0"Then she thought of Mrs."
1"More than the burn scars"
2"More than the need to"
3"Then she pulled back."
ratio0.036
25.41% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount54
totalSentences111
matches
0"He looked like someone had"
1"She leaned against the doorframe,"
2"His heterochromatic eyes watched her"
3"It looked like the kind"
4"She didn’t offer to take"
5"He entered, his ivory-handled cane"
6"He paused by the window"
7"They stood a meter apart"
8"He reached into his inner"
9"Her body tensed."
10"He produced a flat, cream-colored"
11"She didn't take it."
12"She took the envelope."
13"She slid out a single"
14"We possess documentation regarding your"
15"Your companion’s interference would be..."
16"She looked up."
17"she said, her throat tight"
18"She folded the letter back"
19"Her hands were steady."
ratio0.486
23.06% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount97
totalSentences111
matches
0"The third deadbolt clicked open,"
1"Lucien Moreau stood on the"
2"The smell of rain clung"
3"He looked like someone had"
4"The tailored charcoal suit was"
5"The accent was softer than"
6"She leaned against the doorframe,"
7"His heterochromatic eyes watched her"
8"The flat behind her was"
9"Books on demonic contracts spilled"
10"Ptolemy the tabby was curled"
11"It looked like the kind"
12"Aurora stepped back."
13"The movement felt like admitting"
14"She didn’t offer to take"
15"He entered, his ivory-handled cane"
16"He paused by the window"
17"Lucien turned away from the"
18"They stood a meter apart"
19"Aurora crossed her arms over"
ratio0.874
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences111
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences35
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"He entered, his ivory-handled cane tapping a rhythm on the floorboards that matched the ticking of the clock above Eva’s fireplace."
1"Yu-Fei Cheung, who’d hired her as a delivery girl despite the restaurant having no such position open until Rory walked in."
81.52% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags23
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"she said, her throat tight"
1"he whispered, his breath stirring the hair at her temple,"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags9
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"she repeated (repeat)"
1"he whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences76
tagDensity0.118
leniency0.237
rawRatio0.222
effectiveRatio0.053
83.5726%