Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT0ZHXGZ00PEY4NEGNAHPG9

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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
The deadbolt clicked. The chain snapped back with a violent *clatter* against the wood. Aurora froze, the delivery clipboard forgotten in her grip. She lived three floors up. Eva never visited without knocking. *Three knocks. Pause. Two raps. Pause. One soft tap.* Not even the police knocked like that. She lowered the clipboard slowly, her eyes darting to the peephole. The brass circle remained empty. The handle twisted. "Rory?" That voice. Rich, cultured, undeniably French even when he tried to hide it. The handle rattled as if the owner was impatient or had a hand the size of a bear. Aurora didn’t move. The crescent-shaped scar on her wrist pinched her skin, a physical reflex to the threat. She reached for the umbrella stand by the door. The gold pole was heavy. Solid oak. "It's after midnight," she said. Her voice didn't waver, though her grip tightened on the handle. The rattling stopped. Silence hung in the narrow hallway, heavy with the scent of damp rain and something metallic. Something sweet, like copper. "Why? The ancient laws regarding visiting hours seem lost on you." The lock gave a wet, grinding creak. It wasn't a polite request. It was a predator testing the lock on a trapdoor. The door pushed inward, revealing Lucien Moreau. He didn't look like a man escaping danger. He looked like he was walking onto a stage to give a keynote speech at the British Museum. His platinum hair was slicked back, damp with London rain, framing a face that belonged on a Vogue cover. The charcoal suit was tailored to perfection, the fabric soaking up the water. He held a single black umbrella in his left hand. The right hand rested lightly on the ivory handle of his cane. The amber eye caught the dim hallway light, glowing. The black eye remained in shadow, unreadable. "You left the deadbolts off." "I was expecting a pizza." He stepped over the threshold, the cane tapping a sharp rhythm on the floorboards. Ptolemy, the tabby cat, shot out from the living room, hissing a warning that vibrated in Aurora’s chest. He dived under the sofa. Lucien didn't look at the cat. He stepped into the flat, closing the door behind him with a deliberate click. The lock caught on the first try. "That's my place." "It's close enough for a backup." Aurora turned to face him. The small living room felt instantly smaller. Books were stacked precariously on every surface, the curry house smell from downstairs struggling to compete with the expensive cologne he wore—woods, smoke, and something sharp that made her nose twitch. "You know I live above the restaurant," she said, taking a defensive step toward the kitchen. "Yu-Fei is going to hear you kicking the door down. He’ll send his sons out with cricket bats." "You know Silas has a guest room." He moved, not toward the guest room, but toward her. He stopped just outside the kitchen archway, the cane tip resting on the floorboards. "I haven't had a guest room since... since." "Since you decided London was a city for the living rather than the dead?" He tilted his head, the hair glinting. "Brick Lane is very high in noise pollution. Did you need the *silence*?" Aurora crossed her arms. "Did you come here just to insult my flat?" "To discuss business." "Silence is business." "For a lawyer. Not for me." He exhaled, a puff of steam rising in the cold air. "There is a situation in Avaros. A disturbance." She felt her stomach tighten. "I don't deal with Avaros, Lucien. I work for Yu-Fei. I deliver noodles." "And yet, you are the only one who can translate the signal." She narrowed her eyes. "What signal?" "The one I picked up from your old apartment in Maida Vale. You’ve been feeding it since you moved. Curious habits for a delivery girl." The old apartment. The apartment she fled after Evan. "You were watching me?" "I watch everyone. It keeps the world in focus." He took a step forward. The amber eye fixed on hers. "And you are still the most fascinating anomaly in the city, Rory. A human with a... taste for the occult." The accusation sat heavy in the air. She knew he suspected what she did when she wasn’t delivering dumplings. She knew he knew she was searching for the killer who nearly took her throat out that night in the alley. "I'm not helping you." "You don't have a choice." He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a familiar object. A crumpled flyer. The same flyer she had used to find the safe house three years ago. Ptolemy hissed again from under the sofa. "Avery Jenkins," Lucien read aloud, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Deceased. Found in the Thames. His bloodwork... it matches the sample you have hidden in the floorboards of your current flat." Aurora’s hand flew to her back pocket. The wooden handle of the letter opener rested there, a simple thing, cold against her palm. "Get out." "Get out?" He raised an eyebrow, the motion arrogant. "And leave the supernaturals who are hunting you right here in your hallway?" "They won't come in here. The wards work." "Not against a Baron of Hell. And not against a hunter who knows exactly how to dismantle wards." He took another step. "Did you really think you were safe here, hiding behind three deadbolts and a book on demonology?" "Did you really think you could just walk in?" "I did." "You broke in." "It is a distinction without a difference when the end result is access." He checked his watch. "They will be here within the hour. Unless we leave. Now." Aurora looked at the front door. A blue BMW was parked outside, partially obscuring the view of the street. The headlights were off, but the engine was ticking over. In a city this small, a ticking engine was a death knell. "They know." "Of course they know." He turned to the bookshelf, his fingers trailing over a stack of leather-bound volumes. "You are too loud, Rory. Too reckless. Someone had to clean up the mess before you ended up a smear on the pavement." "I don't need cleaning up. I have protection." "You have a bar owner who runs a night club and a half-demon who enjoys gossip. You have nothing." He moved back to her, crowding her personal space. The cane clattered against the floor as he tossed it aside. He took her face in both hands, his thumbs rough against her cheeks. He smelled of thunderstorms and old iron. "I am here," he whispered. The anger in her chest evaporated, replaced by a cold spike of fear. He was close enough that the demonic heat radiating off him warmed her skin. It was a comforting, terrifying warmth. The same warmth that had led her into his bed a dozen times over the last three years. "I can't leave," she said, her voice cracking. "Eva needs me." "Eva is sleeping. Ptolemy is fed. And you are running out of time." He pressed his forehead against hers. Her breath hitched in her throat. He wasn't just a fixer. He was a monster. "You have to go," she breathed. "No." His hand moved from her cheek to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her black hair. He pulled her closer, a growl vibrating in his chest that sounded suspiciously like a demonic purr. "We run. Together. Just like old times." "Old times?" "Before you went to the university. Before you met the lawyer." His black eye flashed, a void of absolute darkness. "Before you chose the law over me." "I didn't choose the law over you." "You ran." He didn't give her a chance to argue. "They are at the back door. The magical signature is on the lock. We have three minutes before the spells detonate." Aurora didn't ask what he meant. She grabbed his hand, tugging him away from the hallway before he could change his mind. The flat was a maze of bookshelves and junk, but she knew every inch of it. She led him toward the window, but before she could reach it, the front door exploded. The wood splintered and flew inward, debris hitting the bookshelf and sending a stack of ancient scrolls tumbling to the floor. Ptolemy yowled. Eva’s bedroom door opened. A sleepy figure in a nightshirt stumbled out, rubbing her eyes. "What the hell is—" A ball of fire slammed into the wall where Eva had been standing a second before. The plaster charred and smoked. Lucien pulled Aurora behind him, shielding her with his body. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a silver pistol, the metal catching the light. It didn't look like a weapon capable of stopping a demon. It looked like a prop. "Stay behind me," he commanded. His voice was cool, detached, and terrifyingly efficient. From the wreckage of the door, a shadow detached itself. It wasn't human. It dripped with obsidian smoke and eyes that glowed red. Lucien fired. The bullet hit the smoke, passing through it like water, not slowing the creature down. Aurora kicked a chair at the creature. The smoke hissed, parting around the wood. She needed a weapon. Her hand brushed the letter opener, cold and sharp. She grabbed it, backing up until her spine hit the wall. "Run," Lucien said, his back to her. He spun, the cane already in his hand. He tapped the floor with the ivory tip. A golden chain shot out from the floor, lashing around the shadow’s ankles. It snarled and surged forward, jaws snapping at Lucien’s throat. Aurora saw the crack in the shadow’s flank, where the smoke hadn't quite closed over the injury. It was a good place to hit a demon. She didn't hesitate. She sprinted past Lucien, ignoring the roar of the wind he summoned to deflect the creature's second attack. She lunged, the letter opener plunging into the gap in the shadow. It shrieked—a sound that shattered the nearby glassware—and dissolved into ash. The smoke coughed and faded, leaving a crater in the living room floor. Silence descended again, but it was a heavy, broken silence. The smell of ozone and burnt hair filled the room. Lucien exhaled, sliding down to sit on the floor, his chest heaving. He looked up at her, the amber eye blindingly bright against the dim light. "You have perfect aim," he said, a weak smirk touching his lips. He reached for her hand, his fingers lingering on hers. "For a delivery girl."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags20
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"Lucien read aloud [aloud]"
dialogueSentences63
tagDensity0.317
leniency0.635
rawRatio0.05
effectiveRatio0.032
85.96% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1781
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
1
adverb"lightly"
count1
2
adverb"very"
count1
3
adverb"really"
count2
highlights
0"slowly"
1"lightly"
2"very"
3"really"
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)
46.66% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1781
totalAiIsms19
found
0
word"silence"
count5
1
word"predator"
count1
2
word"unreadable"
count1
3
word"vibrated"
count1
4
word"glinting"
count1
5
word"stomach"
count1
6
word"fascinating"
count1
7
word"familiar"
count1
8
word"eyebrow"
count1
9
word"comforting"
count1
10
word"warmth"
count2
11
word"efficient"
count1
12
word"shattered"
count1
13
word"perfect"
count1
highlights
0"silence"
1"predator"
2"unreadable"
3"vibrated"
4"glinting"
5"stomach"
6"fascinating"
7"familiar"
8"eyebrow"
9"comforting"
10"warmth"
11"efficient"
12"shattered"
13"perfect"
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
narrationSentences140
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences140
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences183
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen32
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans3
markdownWords11
totalWords1773
ratio0.006
matches
0"clatter"
1"Three knocks. Pause. Two raps. Pause. One soft tap."
2"silence"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions13
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions33
wordCount1272
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity0.86
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
French1
Lucien9
Moreau1
British1
Museum1
London1
Vogue1
Aurora11
Evan1
Eva3
Ptolemy3
persons
0"Lucien"
1"Moreau"
2"Aurora"
3"Evan"
4"Eva"
5"Ptolemy"
places
0"British"
1"London"
globalScore1
windowScore1
99.49% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences99
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"looked like he was walking onto a stage t"
1"quite closed over the injury"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.564
wordCount1773
matches
0"not toward the guest room, but toward her"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences183
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs84
mean21.11
std14.15
cv0.671
sampleLengths
014
135
216
33
41
531
634
716
823
911
1055
1154
1216
135
145
1537
1627
173
186
1943
2034
2131
228
2334
2413
253
263
2725
2818
2912
306
3125
3213
3340
3440
354
3634
377
3832
3925
4022
418
4239
439
442
453
4628
4741
482
4941
97.74% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences140
matches
0"was slicked"
1"was tailored"
2"were stacked"
86.52% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount4
totalVerbs235
matches
0"was walking"
1"wasn’t delivering"
2"was searching"
3"was ticking"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount3
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences2
totalSentences183
ratio0.011
matches
0"Books were stacked precariously on every surface, the curry house smell from downstairs struggling to compete with the expensive cologne he wore—woods, smoke, and something sharp that made her nose twitch."
1"It shrieked—a sound that shattered the nearby glassware—and dissolved into ash."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1277
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount32
adverbRatio0.025058731401722788
lyAdverbCount10
lyAdverbRatio0.007830853563038372
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences183
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences183
mean9.69
std5.79
cv0.598
sampleLengths
03
111
29
35
45
52
61
72
81
910
1011
115
123
131
142
1511
1618
173
1815
199
205
212
225
2311
243
2516
264
2711
287
295
3010
317
328
3318
3419
3513
3610
3712
389
397
405
415
4214
4318
445
456
4614
477
483
496
39.07% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats20
diversityRatio0.26229508196721313
totalSentences183
uniqueOpeners48
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences128
matches(empty)
ratio0
20.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount64
totalSentences128
matches
0"She lived three floors up."
1"She lowered the clipboard slowly,"
2"She reached for the umbrella"
3"Her voice didn't waver, though"
4"It wasn't a polite request."
5"It was a predator testing"
6"He didn't look like a"
7"He looked like he was"
8"His platinum hair was slicked"
9"He held a single black"
10"He stepped over the threshold,"
11"He dived under the sofa."
12"He stepped into the flat,"
13"she said, taking a defensive"
14"He moved, not toward the"
15"He stopped just outside the"
16"He tilted his head, the"
17"He exhaled, a puff of"
18"She felt her stomach tighten."
19"She narrowed her eyes."
ratio0.5
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount125
totalSentences128
matches
0"The deadbolt clicked."
1"The chain snapped back with"
2"Aurora froze, the delivery clipboard"
3"She lived three floors up."
4"Eva never visited without knocking."
5"She lowered the clipboard slowly,"
6"The brass circle remained empty."
7"The handle twisted."
8"Rich, cultured, undeniably French even"
9"The handle rattled as if"
10"Aurora didn’t move."
11"The crescent-shaped scar on her"
12"She reached for the umbrella"
13"The gold pole was heavy."
14"Her voice didn't waver, though"
15"The rattling stopped."
16"Silence hung in the narrow"
17"Something sweet, like copper."
18"The lock gave a wet,"
19"It wasn't a polite request."
ratio0.977
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences128
matches(empty)
ratio0
93.60% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences58
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"His platinum hair was slicked back, damp with London rain, framing a face that belonged on a Vogue cover."
1"He pulled her closer, a growl vibrating in his chest that sounded suspiciously like a demonic purr."
2"It shrieked—a sound that shattered the nearby glassware—and dissolved into ash."
3"Lucien exhaled, sliding down to sit on the floor, his chest heaving."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags20
uselessAdditionCount7
matches
0"He tilted, the hair glinting"
1"He exhaled, a puff of steam rising in the cold air"
2"Lucien read aloud, his voice dropping to a murmur"
3"He turned, his fingers trailing over a stack of leather-bound volumes"
4"she said, her voice cracking"
5"black eye flashed, a void of absolute darkness"
6"he said, a weak smirk touching his lips"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags7
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"he whispered (whisper)"
1"she breathed (breathe)"
dialogueSentences63
tagDensity0.111
leniency0.222
rawRatio0.286
effectiveRatio0.063
78.9684%