Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT08ZNP9Q17AK5VVC0BW8KB

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Duration:
19.1s
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$0.007339
Provider:
Google AI Studio

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 third deadbolt groaned, a stubborn, metallic protest that echoed through the narrow hallway of the Brick Lane flat. I pulled the door open, expecting Eva with another stack of translated Aramaic scrolls or perhaps a late delivery of lukewarm tikka masala from the shop downstairs. Lucien Moreau stood in the dim light of the landing instead. He looked exactly as he had three months ago, which was to say, infuriatingly perfect. His charcoal suit bore not a single wrinkle despite the humid London evening, and his platinum hair remained slicked back with obsessive precision. The amber eye caught the flickering bulb of the hallway, glowing with a predatory warmth that contrasted sharply with the cold, dead black of its twin. "You're bleeding on the floorboards, Aurora." I looked down. A steady drip of crimson smeared the hardwood near my bare toes. I’d forgotten the cracked glass of the vial I’d been scrubbing when the knocking started. "It's my flat. I'll bleed where I like." "Technically, it is Eva’s flat. And you are trespassing on her security. Three deadbolts? Truly, the paranoia is blooming beautifully in this borough." He didn't wait for an invite. He never did. Lucien stepped past me, the ivory handle of his cane clicking against the floor with a rhythmic, authoritative thud. The scent of him hit me immediately—expensive sandalwood, old parchment, and the sharp, ozone tang of Avaros that always clung to his skin like a second shadow. It was a smell that reminded me of things I had spent ninety days trying to bury: the way his hands felt on my waist in the back of a moving car, and the way he had looked at me right before he chose his work over my life. "Get out, Lucien." "A charming greeting. I see Cardiff’s finest legal education hasn't softened that serrated edge of yours." He navigated the cramped living room with the grace of a wolf in a birdcage. Every surface was a disaster of Eva’s making—occult books splayed open, dried herbs spilling from glass jars, and Ptolemy the tabby cat perched atop a pile of research notes. The cat hissed, fur spiking along his spine. Lucien didn't flinch. He merely pointed the tip of his cane at a velvet armchair and waited. "I’m busy," I said, leaning against the doorframe, refusing to close it. "I have deliveries for the Golden Empress in an hour. Yu-Fei doesn't like it when I'm late because a ghost from my past decided to haunt my living room." "A ghost? Hardly. I am quite solid, as you well know." "I know you’re a liar. That’s solid enough for me." Lucien set his cane against the arm of the chair and peeled off his leather gloves, finger by slow finger. His movements were deliberate, a performance designed to draw my eyes to the pale, elegant strength of his hands. "The affair in Soho was... complicated." "Complicated is a spilled latte, Luc. Leaving me in a basement with three hungry ghouls while you chased an information lead is a betrayal." "I knew you would survive. You are many things, Aurora Carter, but easy to kill is not among them. Your out-of-the-box thinking, as you call it, is why I chose you." "You don't get to choose me anymore. I left. I moved. I changed my number." "And yet, here I am. Your security is abysmal, by the way. A child could pick those locks, provided the child had a rudimentary understanding of demonic resonance." I crossed my arms, the small crescent scar on my wrist itching—a ghost of an old trauma meeting the reality of a new one. "What do you want? I don’t broker information anymore. I carry cardboard boxes of lemon chicken. It’s quiet. It’s safe. It doesn’t involve amber-eyed bastards with ivory canes." "Safe. How utterly droll." He stepped toward me. The space in the flat was already at a premium, but as he approached, oxygen seemed to vanish entirely. "You were born for the grey places, Rory. The intersections of the mundane and the monstrous. You aren't a delivery girl. You’re a barrister’s daughter who runs because she’s afraid of her own appetite for the dark." "I’m not afraid of anything." "Your pulse says otherwise." He reached out, his thumb grazing the line of my throat. I didn't flinch. I let him feel the frantic, staccato beat of my heart against his skin. It wasn't fear, not entirely. It was the devastating, familiar hum of an attraction that bypassed logic and went straight for the marrow. "You should leave before I use one of Eva’s ritual daggers on you," I whispered. "You’d miss. You always aim too high." "Try me." His hand shifted, sliding up to cup my jaw. His skin was unnaturally cool, a reminder of the demon blood that ran through his veins. For a moment, the mask of the dapper fixer slipped, and I saw something raw behind those mismatched eyes—a hunger that had nothing to do with the supernatural underworld. "I didn't come here to argue about Soho," he said, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly timbre that vibrated in my chest. "Then why are you here? To tell me the weather in Marseille is lovely this time of year?" "I’m here because Silas is dead." The world tilted. Silas. The owner of the bar downstairs. My landlord. The man who had given me a place to hide when I had nothing but a backpack and a bruised ego. "That's not funny, Luc." "I rarely joke about murder. It’s bad for business. His throat was opened an hour ago. Professional. Ritualistic." I pulled away from him, my back hitting the door. The sting in my foot from the glass shard suddenly felt like a roar. "Who?" "The people you thought you outran. Evan has been asking questions in the lower circles. He’s looking for his 'lost property,' Aurora. And he’s hired someone from Avaros to find it." I felt the blood drain from my face. Evan. The name alone brought back the smell of cheap gin and the sound of a door locking from the outside. I had fled Cardiff to lose him. I had sought out the supernatural shadows of London specifically because a mundane monster wouldn't think to look for me there. "He can't be here," I stammered. "He's... he's human. He doesn't know about any of this." "Money buys bridges, even to the realms of the damned. He’s persistent. I’ll give him that." Lucien picked up his cane again, the ivory handle gleaming. He looked around the flat—at the scrolls, the tabby cat, the mess of a life I was trying to build out of scraps. "He knows you’re in Brick Lane. Silas died because he wouldn't give them the flat number. I imagine they’ll be checking the mailboxes by dawn." "I have to call Eva. I have to get her out of here." "Eva is currently at a safe house in Camden. I took the liberty of intercepting her at the library. She’s safe, if slightly annoyed." I glared at him, the fear sharpening back into anger. "You moved my friend without telling me? You used her to get to me?" "I secured an asset. And now, I am securing you." "I'm not an asset." "No," he said, stepping close enough that I could see the golden flecks in his amber eye. "You’re a liability I can’t seem to liquidate. Pack a bag. One bag. Only essentials." "I'm not going anywhere with you." "Then you’ll die here. Evan isn't coming with a bouquet and an apology, Rory. He’s coming with a ritual blade and a contract for your soul. He’s sold his own to pay for the privilege." I looked at the hallway—the three deadbolts I had thought made me safe. They looked like toothpicks now. The shadows in the corner of the room seemed to stretch, deepening unnaturally as the sun dipped below the chimney pots of East London. "Why do you care?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my best efforts. "You’re a broker. You don't do anything for free. What’s the price this time?" Lucien leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "I haven't decided yet. But I suspect you’ll find the terms… intimate." The sound of a heavy boot hitting the front door of the building three floors down shattered the moment. It was a dull, echoing thud, followed by the unmistakable splintering of wood. Static hummed in the air—the taste of copper and ozone. Demonic resonance. "They're here," I whispered. Lucien’s grip tightened on his cane, his thumb pressing a hidden catch on the ivory handle. A sliver of silver steel slid out, hissed against the air. "Five minutes earlier than I anticipated," he remarked, his heterochromatic eyes narrowing as he turned toward the door. "Pity. I was quite enjoying the conversation." He didn't look back at me as he kicked a heavy oak table in front of the door, his movements blurring with a speed no human could match. "The fire escape, Aurora. Now. Or we find out exactly how much Cardiff law school prepares you for a duel with a shadow-wraith." The glass in the window behind us shattered inward, sprayed across the room in a glittering, deadly wave. A shadow, darker than the night and twice as thick, poured through the frame, smelling of wet earth and ancient rot. Lucien didn't even flinch. He just smiled. It was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. "Down the stairs," he hissed, shoving me toward the heavy iron slats of the escape. "And don't look back. No matter who calls your name." The shadow hissed, a sound like steam escaping a pipe, and lunged. Lucien met it halfway, his blade singing through the air. I scrambled onto the fire escape, the cold metal biting into my feet, but as I reached for the railing, a hand—solid, warm, and horrifyingly familiar—clutched my ankle from the darkness below. "Going somewhere, Rory?" The voice belonged to Evan. And he wasn't alone.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags11
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences52
tagDensity0.212
leniency0.423
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
85.25% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1695
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"sharply"
count1
1
adverb"truly"
count1
2
adverb"utterly"
count1
3
adverb"suddenly"
count1
4
adverb"slightly"
count1
highlights
0"sharply"
1"truly"
2"utterly"
3"suddenly"
4"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)
49.85% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1695
totalAiIsms17
found
0
word"echoed"
count1
1
word"perfect"
count1
2
word"warmth"
count1
3
word"rhythmic"
count1
4
word"navigated"
count1
5
word"velvet"
count1
6
word"resonance"
count2
7
word"pulse"
count1
8
word"familiar"
count2
9
word"reminder"
count1
10
word"vibrated"
count1
11
word"gleaming"
count1
12
word"shattered"
count2
13
word"echoing"
count1
highlights
0"echoed"
1"perfect"
2"warmth"
3"rhythmic"
4"navigated"
5"velvet"
6"resonance"
7"pulse"
8"familiar"
9"reminder"
10"vibrated"
11"gleaming"
12"shattered"
13"echoing"
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
narrationSentences77
matches(empty)
87.20% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences77
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
maxSentenceWordsSeen49
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1683
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions17
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions24
wordCount1024
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity0.88
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Brick1
Lane1
Eva2
Aramaic1
Moreau1
London3
Avaros1
Ptolemy1
Lucien9
Cardiff1
East1
Evan2
persons
0"Eva"
1"Aramaic"
2"Moreau"
3"Lucien"
4"Evan"
places
0"Brick"
1"Lane"
2"London"
3"Cardiff"
4"East"
globalScore1
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences58
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"felt like a roar"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1683
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
totalParagraphs65
mean25.89
std19.3
cv0.745
sampleLengths
046
111
264
36
430
58
623
7104
83
916
1069
1141
1211
1310
1439
156
1624
1731
1815
1928
2052
2164
225
2315
2440
2515
267
272
2854
2923
3018
316
3233
334
3418
3525
3631
3757
3816
3916
4033
4125
4213
4324
4424
4510
464
4732
486
4935
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences77
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs162
matches
0"was trying"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount9
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences8
totalSentences118
ratio0.068
matches
0"The scent of him hit me immediately—expensive sandalwood, old parchment, and the sharp, ozone tang of Avaros that always clung to his skin like a second shadow."
1"Every surface was a disaster of Eva’s making—occult books splayed open, dried herbs spilling from glass jars, and Ptolemy the tabby cat perched atop a pile of research notes."
2"I crossed my arms, the small crescent scar on my wrist itching—a ghost of an old trauma meeting the reality of a new one."
3"For a moment, the mask of the dapper fixer slipped, and I saw something raw behind those mismatched eyes—a hunger that had nothing to do with the supernatural underworld."
4"He looked around the flat—at the scrolls, the tabby cat, the mess of a life I was trying to build out of scraps."
5"I looked at the hallway—the three deadbolts I had thought made me safe."
6"Static hummed in the air—the taste of copper and ozone."
7"I scrambled onto the fire escape, the cold metal biting into my feet, but as I reached for the railing, a hand—solid, warm, and horrifyingly familiar—clutched my ankle from the darkness below."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1033
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount35
adverbRatio0.03388189738625363
lyAdverbCount14
lyAdverbRatio0.013552758954501452
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
mean14.26
std9.17
cv0.643
sampleLengths
019
127
211
315
423
526
66
73
812
915
108
1123
126
133
1419
1527
1649
173
1816
1915
2029
218
223
2314
2412
2529
2611
2710
2820
2919
306
3124
3231
3315
3428
3524
3628
378
3819
3937
405
4115
423
4314
445
4518
4615
477
482
499
39.83% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats12
diversityRatio0.2966101694915254
totalSentences118
uniqueOpeners35
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences70
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount39
totalSentences70
matches
0"I pulled the door open,"
1"He looked exactly as he"
2"His charcoal suit bore not"
3"I looked down."
4"I’d forgotten the cracked glass"
5"He didn't wait for an"
6"He never did."
7"It was a smell that"
8"He navigated the cramped living"
9"He merely pointed the tip"
10"I said, leaning against the"
11"His movements were deliberate, a"
12"I crossed my arms, the"
13"He stepped toward me"
14"He reached out, his thumb"
15"I didn't flinch."
16"I let him feel the"
17"It wasn't fear, not entirely."
18"It was the devastating, familiar"
19"His hand shifted, sliding up"
ratio0.557
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount68
totalSentences70
matches
0"The third deadbolt groaned, a"
1"I pulled the door open,"
2"Lucien Moreau stood in the"
3"He looked exactly as he"
4"His charcoal suit bore not"
5"The amber eye caught the"
6"I looked down."
7"A steady drip of crimson"
8"I’d forgotten the cracked glass"
9"He didn't wait for an"
10"He never did."
11"Lucien stepped past me, the"
12"The scent of him hit"
13"It was a smell that"
14"He navigated the cramped living"
15"Every surface was a disaster"
16"The cat hissed, fur spiking"
17"Lucien didn't flinch."
18"He merely pointed the tip"
19"I said, leaning against the"
ratio0.971
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences70
matches(empty)
ratio0
47.62% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences45
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"The third deadbolt groaned, a stubborn, metallic protest that echoed through the narrow hallway of the Brick Lane flat."
1"The amber eye caught the flickering bulb of the hallway, glowing with a predatory warmth that contrasted sharply with the cold, dead black of its twin."
2"It was a smell that reminded me of things I had spent ninety days trying to bury: the way his hands felt on my waist in the back of a moving car, and the way he…"
3"I crossed my arms, the small crescent scar on my wrist itching—a ghost of an old trauma meeting the reality of a new one."
4"It was the devastating, familiar hum of an attraction that bypassed logic and went straight for the marrow."
5"For a moment, the mask of the dapper fixer slipped, and I saw something raw behind those mismatched eyes—a hunger that had nothing to do with the supernatural u…"
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags11
uselessAdditionCount3
matches
0"He reached out, his thumb grazing the line of my throat"
1"I asked, my voice trembling despite my best efforts"
2"he remarked, his heterochromatic eyes narrowing as he turned toward the door"
73.08% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags8
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"I whispered (whisper)"
1"I stammered (stammer)"
2"I whispered (whisper)"
3"he hissed (hiss)"
dialogueSentences52
tagDensity0.154
leniency0.308
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.154
72.7609%