Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT02T5GA2QWJ404NZXDDBZS

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Duration:
1m 15s
Cost:
$0.000000
Provider:
Arcee AI

Model input

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 knock came at 2:47 AM. I froze with my hand halfway to the refrigerator, milk carton forgotten. My flat sat above Silas's bar on the corner of Brick Lane and Hanbury Street, a quiet spot despite the nearby curry houses and vintage shops. The building had good bones but thin walls, and I'd learned to recognize the distinct rhythm of each neighbor's footsteps, the particular way the floorboards creaked under different weights. This knock didn't belong to any of them. I set the milk down carefully, the carton making a soft thud against the counter. The apartment felt too quiet, too still. Even Ptolemy, my tabby cat, had stopped purring from his spot on the windowsill and was now sitting upright, ears twitching toward the door. The knock came again, more insistent this time. I moved to the door and peered through the peephole. The person standing in the hallway wore a charcoal suit that looked expensive enough to pay my rent for three months. Platinum blond hair caught the hallway light, and even through the distortion of the fisheye lens, I recognized the tilt of his head, the way he held himself with that particular mix of confidence and calculation. Lucien Moreau. "What the hell are you doing here?" I whispered, though he couldn't hear me through the door. The deadbolt turned with a heavy click. I'd installed three of them after Evan, each one a small metal promise that I could control who entered my space. Now I stood with my hand on the last lock, debating. The door opened a crack. Cool night air slipped inside, carrying the distant sounds of Brick Lane's nightlife - laughter, car horns, the rhythmic thump of bass from a club three blocks over. "You have approximately thirty seconds to explain why you're knocking on my door at nearly three in the morning before I call the police," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the way my heart had started racing. Lucien's heterochromatic eyes - one amber, one black - studied me through the gap. He looked immaculate as always, not a hair out of place, though something in his expression suggested he hadn't slept. "I need your help," he said simply. I almost laughed. "My help? With what, exactly? Last I checked, you were the one with all the connections, all the information. I'm just the delivery girl for the Golden Empress." His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "This isn't about information. It's about protection." "Protection from what? Or should I say, protection from whom?" I kept my tone light, but my fingers were white-knuckled around the door edge. Lucien glanced down the hallway, then back at me. "May I come in? This isn't the sort of conversation one has in a public corridor." I considered this. Part of me wanted to slam the door in his face, to retreat back to my quiet flat and pretend this midnight visit wasn't happening. But another part - the part that had always been too curious for its own good - wanted to know what could possibly bring Lucien Moreau, London's most enigmatic fixer, to my doorstep in the dead of night. The door swung open wider. Lucien stepped inside, and I caught the scent of his cologne - something expensive and subtle, with notes of bergamot and cedar. He moved through my small living room with the ease of someone accustomed to assessing spaces quickly, his cane making a soft tap against the hardwood floor. "Nice place," he said, though his eyes were already scanning the room, cataloging exits, potential weapons, anything useful. "It's temporary," I replied, closing the door and engaging all three deadbolts with quick, practiced movements. "Just until I figure out my next move." Lucien turned to face me, and in the dim light from the streetlamps filtering through the window, I could see shadows under his eyes that hadn't been there before. Whatever had brought him here, it had cost him something. "You said you needed protection," I prompted, crossing my arms. "From what?" He moved to the window, looking out at the street below with the careful attention of someone checking for threats. "There's been a development. Someone's hunting demons in the city." I blinked. "Hunting demons? As in, actual demons? The kind with horns and hellfire?" "The kind that look perfectly human until they don't." Lucien turned back to face me. "Three have been killed in the past week. Their hearts removed. Traditional demon-slaying methods - silver blades, holy water, the works." My mind raced through implications. Demons were rare enough in London, and most kept to the shadows, avoiding human attention. For someone to be systematically hunting and killing them... "That's impossible," I said, though I knew it wasn't. Impossible was just another word for 'hasn't happened yet.' "Nothing's impossible, Aurora. Just highly improbable." Lucien's voice carried that particular edge of amusement that suggested he found the entire situation darkly entertaining. "What concerns me is the pattern. The kills are getting closer together. And yesterday, I received intelligence that suggests the hunter has expanded their criteria." "Expanded how?" His heterochromatic eyes met mine, and for a moment, the usual mask of amusement slipped. "They're looking for half-breeds now. Creatures with human and demon ancestry." The room seemed to tilt slightly. I gripped the back of the couch to steady myself. "Why would they think there are half-breeds in London?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. Knew it with a certainty that made my stomach clench. "Because someone told them," Lucien said quietly. "Someone with detailed knowledge of the city's supernatural population. Someone who knows exactly where to look." The implication hung between us like smoke. Someone had betrayed the delicate balance that kept London's hidden world concealed from human eyes. Someone had handed over names, locations, vulnerabilities. And they were starting with the half-breeds. "Why come to me?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. "I'm not exactly equipped to handle demon hunters." "You're connected," Lucien said simply. "You know people. You have resources that others don't. And more importantly..." He paused, studying me with that particular intensity that made me feel like he could see straight through to my bones. "You understand what it means to be caught between worlds." The words hit harder than I expected. I'd spent years trying to forget that particular truth about myself, burying it under law school applications and delivery shifts and the careful construction of a normal life. But Lucien had always seen too much. "Who else knows?" I asked. "A handful of trusted contacts. The fewer who know about this, the better." He moved to the kitchen, opening cabinets with the casual familiarity of someone who belonged there. "Do you have any tea? This conversation requires fortification." I watched him move through my space, cataloging my life in the way only someone like him could. The stack of law textbooks on the coffee table. The delivery bag from the Golden Empress hanging by the door. The photograph of my parents on the windowsill, faces frozen in a smile from a time before everything got complicated. "Top shelf, left side," I said finally. Lucien found the tea, along with a box of biscuits I'd forgotten were there. He set about making tea with the same precision he applied to everything else, measuring leaves, timing the steep, arranging everything on a tray with geometric precision. "You never answered my question," I said as he worked. "Why me? Why not go to Silas, or Eva, or any of the other people in this city who actually know what they're doing?" He set two mugs on the coffee table, the steam curling between us like a question mark. "Because Silas is too visible. Eva is too vulnerable. And the others..." He sat down on the couch, posture perfect even in my cluttered living room. "The others are already being watched." The implication was clear. Whoever was hunting demons had eyes everywhere, and coming to me - someone who existed on the fringes, someone who could disappear if needed - was a calculated risk. "What do you need from me?" I asked, sitting in the armchair opposite him. "Information. Connections. Someone who can move through both worlds without raising suspicion." Lucien took a sip of his tea, his expression thoughtful. "And perhaps..." He set the mug down, his heterochromatic eyes meeting mine. "Someone who understands what it means to be hunted." The words settled between us like a confession. I thought of all the times I'd caught him watching me, the way he seemed to know things he shouldn't, the careful distance he maintained even as he drew closer. "You've known about me," I said quietly. "About what I am." Lucien's expression didn't change, but something in his posture shifted, becoming more guarded. "I suspected. The timing of your arrival in London, the way certain... phenomena seemed to follow in your wake. It wasn't difficult to connect the dots." "And you never said anything." "Would you have preferred I did?" His voice carried that particular edge of challenge that I'd always found both infuriating and irresistible. "Would you have trusted me if I had?" The question deserved an answer, but before I could formulate one, a sound from the hallway made us both freeze. Footsteps, too heavy to be one of my neighbors, too purposeful to be a drunk tourist. Someone was outside my door. Lucien was on his feet in an instant, moving with a fluid grace that spoke of years of training. His cane made a soft click against the floor as he positioned himself between me and the door, and I noticed for the first time the slight bulge beneath his left sleeve - a holster, perhaps. Or something worse. The footsteps stopped. Silence stretched between us, broken only by the distant sounds of Brick Lane and the rapid beat of my own heart. Then, a voice from the other side of the door. Deep, authoritative, with the particular cadence of someone accustomed to being obeyed. "Aurora Carter. Open the door. We need to talk about your father."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
0.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags25
adverbTagCount6
adverbTags
0"he said simply [simply]"
1"Lucien turned back [back]"
2"Lucien said quietly [quietly]"
3"Lucien said simply [simply]"
4"I said finally [finally]"
5"I said quietly [quietly]"
dialogueSentences48
tagDensity0.521
leniency1
rawRatio0.24
effectiveRatio0.24
88.16% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1689
totalAiIsmAdverbs4
found
0
adverb"carefully"
count1
1
adverb"quickly"
count1
2
adverb"perfectly"
count1
3
adverb"slightly"
count1
highlights
0"carefully"
1"quickly"
2"perfectly"
3"slightly"
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)
52.63% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1689
totalAiIsms16
found
0
word"footsteps"
count3
1
word"rhythmic"
count1
2
word"racing"
count1
3
word"enigmatic"
count1
4
word"scanning"
count1
5
word"potential"
count1
6
word"raced"
count1
7
word"stomach"
count1
8
word"implication"
count2
9
word"intensity"
count1
10
word"perfect"
count1
11
word"calculated"
count1
12
word"silence"
count1
highlights
0"footsteps"
1"rhythmic"
2"racing"
3"enigmatic"
4"scanning"
5"potential"
6"raced"
7"stomach"
8"implication"
9"intensity"
10"perfect"
11"calculated"
12"silence"
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
narrationSentences95
matches(empty)
97.74% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences95
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences118
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen38
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1694
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions21
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
89.66% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions35
wordCount1243
uniqueNames14
maxNameDensity1.21
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Silas1
Brick3
Lane3
Hanbury1
Street1
Ptolemy1
Moreau2
Evan1
Lucien15
London3
Impossible1
Knew1
Golden1
Empress1
persons
0"Silas"
1"Moreau"
2"Evan"
3"Lucien"
4"Empress"
places
0"Brick"
1"Lane"
2"Hanbury"
3"Street"
4"London"
5"Golden"
globalScore0.897
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences75
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1694
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences118
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs61
mean27.77
std17.17
cv0.618
sampleLengths
06
167
28
346
48
567
62
717
839
933
1038
1134
127
1331
1412
1524
1625
1766
1854
1918
2024
2139
2212
2330
2414
2536
2629
2718
2848
292
3026
3116
3227
3323
3429
357
3620
3748
3835
397
405
4138
4258
437
4441
4534
4649
4733
4814
4943
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences95
matches
0"being obeyed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs206
matches
0"wasn't happening"
1"were starting"
2"was hunting"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount9
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences6
totalSentences118
ratio0.051
matches
0"Cool night air slipped inside, carrying the distant sounds of Brick Lane's nightlife - laughter, car horns, the rhythmic thump of bass from a club three blocks over."
1"Lucien's heterochromatic eyes - one amber, one black - studied me through the gap."
2"But another part - the part that had always been too curious for its own good - wanted to know what could possibly bring Lucien Moreau, London's most enigmatic fixer, to my doorstep in the dead of night."
3"Lucien stepped inside, and I caught the scent of his cologne - something expensive and subtle, with notes of bergamot and cedar."
4"Whoever was hunting demons had eyes everywhere, and coming to me - someone who existed on the fringes, someone who could disappear if needed - was a calculated risk."
5"His cane made a soft click against the floor as he positioned himself between me and the door, and I noticed for the first time the slight bulge beneath his left sleeve - a holster, perhaps."
99.83% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount846
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount34
adverbRatio0.04018912529550828
lyAdverbCount10
lyAdverbRatio0.01182033096926714
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences118
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences118
mean14.36
std8.98
cv0.626
sampleLengths
06
112
226
329
48
515
67
724
88
910
1021
1136
122
1317
147
1521
1611
175
1828
1938
2014
2120
227
233
2428
255
267
2724
289
2916
303
3125
3238
335
3422
3527
3618
3716
388
3929
4010
4110
422
4320
4410
452
4612
4715
4821
495
65.25% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats8
diversityRatio0.4322033898305085
totalSentences118
uniqueOpeners51
36.23% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences92
matches
0"Then, a voice from the"
ratio0.011
50.43% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount39
totalSentences92
matches
0"I froze with my hand"
1"My flat sat above Silas's"
2"I set the milk down"
3"I moved to the door"
4"I whispered, though he couldn't"
5"I'd installed three of them"
6"I said, keeping my voice"
7"He looked immaculate as always,"
8"he said simply"
9"I almost laughed."
10"His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly."
11"I kept my tone light,"
12"I considered this."
13"He moved through my small"
14"he said, though his eyes"
15"I replied, closing the door"
16"I prompted, crossing my arms"
17"He moved to the window,"
18"My mind raced through implications."
19"I said, though I knew"
ratio0.424
30.65% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount79
totalSentences92
matches
0"The knock came at 2:47"
1"I froze with my hand"
2"My flat sat above Silas's"
3"The building had good bones"
4"This knock didn't belong to"
5"I set the milk down"
6"The apartment felt too quiet,"
7"The knock came again, more"
8"I moved to the door"
9"The person standing in the"
10"Platinum blond hair caught the"
11"I whispered, though he couldn't"
12"The deadbolt turned with a"
13"I'd installed three of them"
14"The door opened a crack."
15"I said, keeping my voice"
16"Lucien's heterochromatic eyes - one"
17"He looked immaculate as always,"
18"he said simply"
19"I almost laughed."
ratio0.859
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount3
totalSentences92
matches
0"Even Ptolemy, my tabby cat,"
1"Now I stood with my"
2"Whoever was hunting demons had"
ratio0.033
57.82% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences42
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"But another part - the part that had always been too curious for its own good - wanted to know what could possibly bring Lucien Moreau, London's most enigmatic …"
1"He moved through my small living room with the ease of someone accustomed to assessing spaces quickly, his cane making a soft tap against the hardwood floor."
2"Lucien turned to face me, and in the dim light from the streetlamps filtering through the window, I could see shadows under his eyes that hadn't been there befo…"
3"Knew it with a certainty that made my stomach clench."
4"Whoever was hunting demons had eyes everywhere, and coming to me - someone who existed on the fringes, someone who could disappear if needed - was a calculated …"
45.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags25
uselessAdditionCount4
matches
0"I kept, but my fingers were white-knuckled around the door edge"
1"he said, though his eyes were already scanning the room, cataloging exits, potential weapons, anything useful"
2"I asked, my voice steadier than I felt"
3"Lucien took, his expression thoughtful"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags15
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"I whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences48
tagDensity0.313
leniency0.625
rawRatio0.067
effectiveRatio0.042
80.4477%