Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT002188FQM3ZS41J39XS9V

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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
Her key jammed in the third deadbolt. Rory jiggled it, the worn brass biting into her knuckle. She’d left Eva’s only half an hour ago, her friend’s frantic theories about ley-line disruptions still buzzing in her skull. Now the damn lock was fighting her. She leaned her forehead against the cool wood of her flat door, exhaustion a physical weight. The final bolt slid back with a reluctant clunk. She pushed the door open and froze. The scent hit her first. Not the familiar, comforting smells of old paper, incense, and Eva’s cat. This was something else entirely. Sandalwood. Expensive soap. The faint, ozone-tinged scent of a storm held at bay. It was out of place in the clutter, a ghost of another life she’d tried to forget. He stood by the cramped kitchenette, one gloved hand resting lightly on the back of Eva’s worn armchair. As if he’d been waiting for a host to offer him a seat. His charcoal suit was immaculate, a slash of severe elegance against the chaotic backdrop of open grimoires and stacked scrolls. The platinum blond hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place. And his eyes—one amber, one fathomless black—turned to meet hers. “Laila,” Lucien Moreau said. His voice was a low, smooth baritone, the French accent a subtle, cultured layer. He hadn’t called her that in over a year. Her own name, Aurora, felt like a shield she’d built. Laila belonged to a different girl, a girl who’d believed a charming stranger with mismatched eyes and an ivory-handled cane. All the air left the room. “You.” The word came out flat, dead. Her bag, heavy with leftover takeaway containers from the Golden Empress, slipped from her shoulder and thudded to the floor. A container of hot and sour soup split open, oozing across the scuffed floorboards towards his polished Oxfords. He didn’t flinch. Ptolemy, Eva’s fat tabby, wound himself around Lucien’s ankles, purring like a motorboat. Traitor. “You’re supposed to knock,” Rory said, her voice finding its strength. It was a stupid thing to say. He’d clearly bypassed three industrial-grade deadbolts without breaking a sweat. “Or, I don’t know, not be here at all. Ever again.” “The knocking seemed redundant, given the state of your locks.” He didn’t smile. “And ‘ever again’ is a luxury our kind rarely enjoys.” “Our kind.” She let out a short, sharp laugh that held no humour. “We’re not the same kind, Luc. We never were.” She used the old, familiar shortening deliberately, a blade turned on its owner. She kicked the door shut behind her, the slam a satisfying punctuation. “Get out.” He sighed, a whisper of sound that spoke of infinite patience, which only infuriated her more. His gaze drifted from her face, taking in the cramped flat. It lingered on the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, visible as she gripped the doorframe. A childhood accident, she’d told him once. He’d traced it with a finger, his touch cool, and said nothing. He knew a lie when he heard one. “Eva’s research is… ambitious,” he remarked, nodding towards a sprawling parchment covered in complex sigils. “Trying to triangulate dimensional bleed-through using Victorian sewer maps. Admirably mad.” “Don’t talk about her. Don’t touch her things. State your business and leave.” He finally moved, a slow, deliberate pacing that made the small room feel even smaller. He stopped inches from her spilled soup, his cane—that elegant prop that hid a thin, wicked blade—tapping once on the floor. “I require your assistance.” The sheer, breathtaking audacity of it stole her breath. “You require. You *require*?” She took a step forward, the soup seeping into the toe of her boot. “After Marseille? After you vanished with half the Guild’s artefacts and left me holding a bag of blame so heavy I had to leave a continent?” “The artefacts were never the Guild’s to begin with.” His tone was cool, factual. “And you were never in any real danger. I made arrangements.” “Arrangements.” She could taste copper, the phantom memory of fear. “I spent three nights in a French police cell. They weren’t asking about my tea preferences.” “A miscalculation. One I rectified.” “By sending a lawyer in a three-thousand-euro suit who smelled of brimstone? That just confirmed every paranoid theory they had!” A flicker in the amber eye. The barest hint of irritation. Good. “The past is a ledger best left closed, Aurora.” He’d switched to her chosen name. A concession, or a tactic. “A new problem has arisen. One that falls within your particular… purview.” “My purview is delivering moo shu pork and avoiding men who think rules are for other people.” “A man is dead.” Lucien’s voice dropped, losing its polished edge for a moment. It was the voice he used for truths, the one that didn’t bother with charm. “Not just dead. Unmade. His essence was siphoned, his memories parsed like data. The method is… unique. And it bears a signature you’ve encountered before.” A cold knot tightened in her stomach. She remembered Marseille. The chill in the catacombs, the wrongness in the air, the symbols that looked like scabs on stone. The thing that had whispered promises in a language that made her teeth ache. Lucien had faced it down, a pact sealed in blood and silence. Her blood. His silence. “Evan,” she whispered, the name foul on her tongue. Lucien’s head tilted. “Your former associate lacks the finesse. And the power. This is something older. Hungrier. It’s here, in London. And it’s hunting.” “So call the Guild. Call your demonic relatives. Call someone who gives a damn.” “The Guild is compromised. My relatives are the problem.” He took a step closer. The sandalwood and ozone scent enveloped her. It was infuriating how her body remembered it, a traitorous pulse of heat beneath the anger. “It leaves a trail only you can see, Rory. The psychic residue. The… aftertaste.” He’d never used her nickname before. It felt more intimate than a kiss. “Why?” The question was raw. “Why me? Is this another one of your games? Another pawn to move around the board until it gets captured?” His gloved hand came up, as if to touch her cheek, but stopped a hair’s breadth away. She felt the chill of it. “You were never a pawn. You were the only piece on the board that ever surprised me.” The silence stretched, taut and fragile. Ptolemy meowed, breaking the spell. “I can’t,” she said, but the defiance had bled out of her voice, leaving it hollow. “You can.” He reached inside his jacket. Not for a weapon, but for a simple, cream-coloured envelope. He placed it on Eva’s cluttered desk, next to a half-eaten packet of digestives. “The first victim. Silas.” The world tilted. Silas. Her landlord. The gruff, kind man who owned the bar downstairs, who’d rented her this flat without a deposit when she’d arrived in London with nothing but a bruised heart and a fake reference. Who brought her a pint on bad nights and called her ‘Cardiff’ in his rough voice. “When?” Her voice was a thread. “Two nights ago. The official report says a heart attack. The body is at the St. Bartholomew’s mortuary. I have a window tonight.” The grief hit her, swift and brutal, followed by a surge of white-hot rage. It wasn’t a coincidence. Nothing with Lucien ever was. He’d known this would be the key. The one thing that would override her pride, her hurt, her very sensible fear. She looked from the envelope to his heterochromatic gaze. The amber eye held a faint, reluctant empathy. The black one was a void, hiding depths she’d once been foolish enough to think she could navigate. “You bastard.” “Frequently,” he agreed, without a hint of irony. “But never about this.” He gestured to the envelope. “The details. Meet me at the service entrance at eleven.” He turned to leave, his cane making no sound on the boards. He paused at the door, his back to her. “Wear something dark. And, Rory?” She didn’t answer. “The locks won’t keep it out. Only delay it. You’re already in the game.” He was gone, the door clicking shut softly behind him. The only evidence he’d ever been there was the envelope, the fading scent of sandalwood, and the cold, sick certainty coiling in her gut. She walked to the desk on numb legs. Ptolemy rubbed against her, seeking comfort she couldn’t give. She picked up the envelope. It was heavy, expensive paper. Inside was a single key on a plain ring, and a photograph. It was a picture of Silas, taken recently. He was laughing behind the bar, pulling a pint. And reflected in the polished brass of the beer tap behind him, just a blur of shadow and wrong angles, was something looking back at the camera. Something that knew it was being watched. The soup on the floor began to steam, a thin, greasy vapour rising in the still air of the flat. The clock on the wall ticked towards eleven.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags17
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences45
tagDensity0.378
leniency0.756
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
86.91% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1528
totalAiIsmAdverbs4
found
0
adverb"lightly"
count1
1
adverb"deliberately"
count1
2
adverb"very"
count1
3
adverb"softly"
count1
highlights
0"lightly"
1"deliberately"
2"very"
3"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)
28.01% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1528
totalAiIsms22
found
0
word"weight"
count1
1
word"familiar"
count2
2
word"comforting"
count1
3
word"tinged"
count1
4
word"chaotic"
count1
5
word"whisper"
count1
6
word"traced"
count1
7
word"complex"
count1
8
word"flicker"
count1
9
word"charm"
count1
10
word"stomach"
count1
11
word"chill"
count2
12
word"silence"
count3
13
word"pulse"
count1
14
word"pawn"
count2
15
word"depths"
count1
16
word"navigate"
count1
highlights
0"weight"
1"familiar"
2"comforting"
3"tinged"
4"chaotic"
5"whisper"
6"traced"
7"complex"
8"flicker"
9"charm"
10"stomach"
11"chill"
12"silence"
13"pulse"
14"pawn"
15"depths"
16"navigate"
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
emotionTells1
narrationSentences113
matches
0"felt the chill"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences113
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
1"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences138
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen32
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords1
totalWords1513
ratio0.001
matches
0"require"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions24
wordCount1102
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity0.54
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Eva"
discoveredNames
Eva5
Moreau1
French1
Aurora1
Golden1
Empress1
Oxfords1
Lucien6
Marseille1
London1
Silas2
Ptolemy3
persons
0"Eva"
1"Moreau"
2"Aurora"
3"Empress"
4"Lucien"
5"Silas"
6"Ptolemy"
places
0"Golden"
1"Marseille"
2"London"
globalScore1
windowScore1
89.76% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences83
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"felt like a shield she’d built"
1"looked like scabs on stone"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.661
wordCount1513
matches
0"Not for a weapon, but for a simple, cream-coloured envelope"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences138
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs53
mean28.55
std18.1
cv0.634
sampleLengths
07
153
29
37
452
574
627
730
86
948
1014
1139
1223
1349
1470
1526
1613
1740
1853
1925
2026
215
2220
2312
2432
2517
2654
2758
289
2924
3014
3151
3213
3325
3440
3511
3616
3735
3854
396
4023
4144
4235
432
4427
4526
463
4714
4834
4939
99.05% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences113
matches
0"was slicked"
1"was gone"
83.72% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs172
matches
0"was fighting"
1"was laughing"
2"was being"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount4
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences2
totalSentences138
ratio0.014
matches
0"And his eyes—one amber, one fathomless black—turned to meet hers."
1"He stopped inches from her spilled soup, his cane—that elegant prop that hid a thin, wicked blade—tapping once on the floor."
88.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount887
adjectiveStacks2
stackExamples
0"faint, ozone-tinged scent"
1"simple, cream-coloured envelope."
adverbCount24
adverbRatio0.02705749718151071
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.009019165727170236
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences138
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences138
mean10.96
std6.21
cv0.566
sampleLengths
07
110
220
37
416
59
67
75
812
95
101
112
1210
1317
1418
1513
1620
1713
1810
194
2014
219
2210
2320
246
257
2620
2718
283
2913
301
3111
327
3310
3411
3513
3610
3713
3822
3912
402
4116
4211
4316
447
4512
468
4715
4811
4913
50.00% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.34782608695652173
totalSentences138
uniqueOpeners48
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences105
matches(empty)
ratio0
2.86% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount57
totalSentences105
matches
0"Her key jammed in the"
1"She’d left Eva’s only half"
2"She leaned her forehead against"
3"She pushed the door open"
4"It was out of place"
5"He stood by the cramped"
6"His charcoal suit was immaculate,"
7"His voice was a low,"
8"He hadn’t called her that"
9"Her own name, Aurora, felt"
10"Her bag, heavy with leftover"
11"He didn’t flinch."
12"It was a stupid thing"
13"He’d clearly bypassed three industrial-grade"
14"He didn’t smile"
15"She let out a short,"
16"She used the old, familiar"
17"She kicked the door shut"
18"He sighed, a whisper of"
19"His gaze drifted from her"
ratio0.543
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount97
totalSentences105
matches
0"Her key jammed in the"
1"Rory jiggled it, the worn"
2"She’d left Eva’s only half"
3"She leaned her forehead against"
4"The final bolt slid back"
5"She pushed the door open"
6"The scent hit her first."
7"This was something else entirely."
8"The faint, ozone-tinged scent of"
9"It was out of place"
10"He stood by the cramped"
11"His charcoal suit was immaculate,"
12"The platinum blond hair was"
13"Lucien Moreau said"
14"His voice was a low,"
15"He hadn’t called her that"
16"Her own name, Aurora, felt"
17"Laila belonged to a different"
18"All the air left the"
19"The word came out flat,"
ratio0.924
95.24% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences105
matches
0"Now the damn lock was"
1"As if he’d been waiting"
ratio0.019
59.80% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences43
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"Laila belonged to a different girl, a girl who’d believed a charming stranger with mismatched eyes and an ivory-handled cane."
1"He finally moved, a slow, deliberate pacing that made the small room feel even smaller."
2"He stopped inches from her spilled soup, his cane—that elegant prop that hid a thin, wicked blade—tapping once on the floor."
3"The gruff, kind man who owned the bar downstairs, who’d rented her this flat without a deposit when she’d arrived in London with nothing but a bruised heart and…"
4"The one thing that would override her pride, her hurt, her very sensible fear."
66.18% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags17
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"The word came out, dead"
1"She took, the soup seeping into the toe of her boot"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags5
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"she whispered (whisper)"
1"he agreed (agree)"
dialogueSentences45
tagDensity0.111
leniency0.222
rawRatio0.4
effectiveRatio0.089
81.6509%