Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTQWWZ8SJFKXTE553J5ZF6K

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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 front door of Eva’s flat groaned open, the three deadbolts clicking like a metronome set to a slow, deliberate beat. The air inside was thick with the scent of aged tea and something sharper—burnt coffee, maybe, or the faintest trace of something darker. A tabby cat, its fur a patchwork of tabby stripes, blinked up from the floorboards, its golden eyes wide with recognition. Aurora Carter—Rory, to those who knew her well—stood frozen in the doorway, her breath fogging the air in the sudden chill that seeped through the thin fabric of her sweater. The scar on her wrist, a small crescent from a childhood accident, pulsed faintly beneath her skin, as if her body remembered the moment she’d cut it open to stop the bleeding. She had left London two years ago, not just to escape Evan, but to escape the version of herself that had been shaped by his hands. And now, here she was, standing in the same flat where she’d once slept, where she’d once *dreamed*—or maybe just *hoped*—that things could be different. “Aurora,” a voice murmured from behind her. The word was a caress, a whisper that sent a jolt of something raw and electric through her. She didn’t turn around. She couldn’t. The man standing in the doorway was taller than she remembered, his presence filling the space like a shadow that refused to fade. His cane—ivory-handled, concealing a blade—rested against the wall, and the way he held himself, shoulders back, chin slightly lifted, made her stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with fear. “Lucien,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “What the hell are you doing here?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing the deadbolt mechanism as if he could will it to unlock. The mechanism clicked, and the door swung open wider, revealing the cluttered flat beyond. Bookshelves groaned under the weight of tomes, scrolls, and half-finished sketches. A desk cluttered with pens, pencils, and the occasional half-eaten biscuit. And then there was *him*—Lucien, his dark hair slicked back, his amber and black eyes locking onto hers like two magnets drawn to each other. “You shouldn’t have come,” she said, stepping back instinctively, though she didn’t move away from the door. The flat was small, but it was *hers*. And now it was *his*. “You shouldn’t have left,” he countered, his voice low, rough with something that wasn’t quite amusement. “You left me in the middle of a job.” The words hit her like a punch to the gut. She remembered the night they’d met—how he’d found her in a back alley, how he’d dragged her out of a situation that had almost cost her everything. She remembered the way he’d looked at her, like she was the only person in the world who mattered. And then she’d walked away, not just from him, but from the life she’d been building, from the woman she’d been trying to become. “You were right,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was wrong.” He didn’t smile. Instead, he stepped forward, his cane clicking against the floor as he moved. “You always were.” The cat, Ptolemy, let out a low growl and darted under the table, disappearing into the shadows. Rory’s fingers twitched toward the scar on her wrist, as if she could will it to vanish. She didn’t know if she could. “What do you want, Lucien?” she asked, her voice breaking just a little. “Because I don’t have time for this.” He reached out, his hand brushing hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her. “I want to know why you left.” The words hung between them, heavy and unspoken. Rory closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the way he’d looked at her in that alley, the way his eyes had darkened with something she’d never seen before. Something dangerous. Something *hers*. “Because,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands, “I was afraid.” “Of me,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Or of what you’d become?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned away, her back to him as she walked toward the kitchen, where the scent of coffee lingered. The flat was small, but it was *hers*. And now, it was also *his*. “You’re not the only one who’s been running,” he said, his voice low and insistent. “You just didn’t know it yet.” The kettle began to whistle, filling the air with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Rory turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his, searching for something—something that had been lost long ago. “What do you want, Lucien?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Because I don’t have time for this.” He stepped closer, his presence filling the space between them. “I want you to stay.” The words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. Rory’s fingers tightened around the mug of coffee, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn’t know if she could handle another night like this. But she also didn’t know if she could walk away, not when he was here, not when he was *looking* at her like that. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “Because you’re the only one who can fix it,” he said, his voice low and insistent. “And I know you.” The words hit her like a punch to the gut. She remembered the way he’d looked at her in that alley, the way his eyes had darkened with something she’d never seen before. Something dangerous. Something *hers*. “You don’t know me,” she said, her voice breaking just a little. “You don’t know what I’ve done.” “You don’t know what you could be,” he said, his voice low and insistent. “And I’m not letting you walk away from that.” The flat was small, but it was *hers*. And now, it was also *his*. Rory’s fingers tightened around the mug of coffee, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn’t know if she could handle another night like this. But she also didn’t know if she could walk away, not when he was here, not when he was *looking* at her like that. “You’re not the only one who’s been running,” he said, his voice low and insistent. “You just didn’t know it yet.” The kettle began to whistle again, filling the air with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Rory turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his, searching for something—something that had been lost long ago. “What do you want, Lucien?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Because I don’t have time for this.” He reached out, his hand brushing hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her. “I want you to stay.” The words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. Rory’s fingers tightened around the mug of coffee, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn’t know if she could handle another night like this. But she also didn’t know if she could walk away, not when he was here, not when he was *looking* at her like that. “You’re not the only one who’s been running,” he said, his voice low and insistent. “You just didn’t know it yet.” The flat was small, but it was *hers*. And now, it was also *his*. Rory’s eyes locked onto the scar on her wrist, remembering the way it had felt when she’d cut it open, the way it had stopped bleeding. She didn’t know if she could handle another night like this. “You’re not the only one who’s been running,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You just didn’t know it yet.” The kettle stopped whistling, the air between them thick with something that was neither coffee nor tea, but something darker, something *hers*. Rory’s fingers tightened around the mug, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn’t know if she could handle another night like this. “You’re not the only one who’s been running,” he said, his voice low and insistent. “You just didn’t know it yet.” The flat was small, but it was *hers*. And now, it was also *his*. She didn’t know if she could handle another night like this. But she also didn’t know if she could walk away, not when he was here, not when he was *looking* at her like that. “You’re not the only one who’s been running,” he said, his voice a low, insistent growl. The kettle had stopped, the air between them charged with something that wasn’t just tension—it was *electricity*, a spark that had been waiting to ignite for far too long. Rory’s hand trembled as she reached for the coffee, her fingers brushing against his as she lifted the mug. The heat of it seeped into her palm, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his gaze. “You’re not the only one who’s been running,” he repeated, his voice a low, insistent rumble. The flat was small, but it was *hers*. And now, it was his. She didn’t know if she could handle another night like this. “You’re not the only one,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. The kettle had stopped, the air between them thick with something that wasn’t just coffee or tea, but something darker, something that had been waiting for far too long. His fingers brushed against hers, sending a jolt of something raw and electric through her. The scar on her wrist pulsed faintly, as if it remembered the way it had felt when she’d cut it open, the way it had stopped bleeding. “You’re not the only one,” he said, his voice low and insistent. The flat was small, but it was hers. And now, it was his. She didn’t know if she could handle another night like this. But she also didn’t know if she could walk away. Not when he was here, not when he was looking at her like that. “You’re not the only one,” he said, his voice a low, insistent growl. The air between them crackled with something that wasn’t just tension, but something that had been waiting to ignite for far too long. Rory’s breath hitched as the kettle finally stopped, the steam curling into the air like a promise. The flat was small, but it was hers. And now, it was his. “You’re not the only one,” he said, his voice a low, insistent rumble, his fingers brushing against hers once more, sending a jolt of something she hadn’t felt in years through her veins. She closed her eyes, remembering the way he’d looked at her in that alley, the way his eyes had darkened with something she’d never seen before. Something dangerous. Something *hers*. “You’re not the only one,” he repeated, his voice a low, insistent rumble, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a jolt of something she hadn’t felt in years through her. The flat was hers. And now, it was his. She didn’t know if she could handle another night like this. She opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto his, searching for something—something that had been lost long ago. “You’re not the only one,” he said, his voice a low, insistent rumble, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a spark that had been waiting to ignite for far too long through her. The kettle had stopped. The air between them was thick with something that wasn’t just coffee, but something darker, something that had been waiting to ignite for far too long. She reached for the mug, her fingers trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “You’re not the only one,” he said, his voice low and insistent, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a jolt of something she hadn’t felt in years through her. The flat was hers, but now, it was his. And she didn’t know if she could walk away. “Rory,” he said, his voice low and insistent, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a spark that had been waiting to ignite for far too long. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and for the first time in years, she didn’t see the man she’d left behind. She saw the man who’d been waiting for her. And she didn’t know if she could walk away.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags29
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences48
tagDensity0.604
leniency1
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
90.40% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2083
totalAiIsmAdverbs4
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"barely above a whisper"
count3
highlights
0"slightly"
1"barely above a whisper"
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)
56.79% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2083
totalAiIsms18
found
0
word"chill"
count1
1
word"pulsed"
count2
2
word"whisper"
count4
3
word"electric"
count2
4
word"stomach"
count1
5
word"weight"
count1
6
word"unspoken"
count3
7
word"charged"
count1
8
word"tension"
count2
9
word"trembled"
count1
highlights
0"chill"
1"pulsed"
2"whisper"
3"electric"
4"stomach"
5"weight"
6"unspoken"
7"charged"
8"tension"
9"trembled"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"hung in the air"
count2
highlights
0"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences134
matches
0"o with fear"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences134
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences153
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen36
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans23
markdownWords23
totalWords2070
ratio0.011
matches
0"dreamed"
1"hoped"
2"him"
3"hers"
4"his"
5"hers"
6"hers"
7"his"
8"looking"
9"hers"
10"hers"
11"his"
12"looking"
13"looking"
14"hers"
15"his"
16"hers"
17"hers"
18"his"
19"looking"
20"electricity"
21"hers"
22"hers"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions30
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions18
wordCount1801
uniqueNames7
maxNameDensity0.67
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Eva1
Carter1
Rory12
London1
Evan1
Lucien1
Ptolemy1
persons
0"Eva"
1"Carter"
2"Rory"
3"Evan"
4"Ptolemy"
places
0"London"
globalScore1
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences116
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"quite amusement"
55.07% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches3
per1kWords1.449
wordCount2070
matches
0"not just to escape Evan, but to escape the version of herself"
1"not just from him, but from the life she’d been building, from the woman she’d been"
2"neither coffee nor"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences153
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs62
mean33.39
std20.19
cv0.605
sampleLengths
065
1113
287
316
484
530
625
780
814
919
1040
1120
1221
1341
1415
1514
1637
1721
1834
1920
2015
2159
2220
2320
2437
2518
2623
2764
2821
2935
3020
3119
3259
3321
3451
3521
3646
3721
3849
3945
4038
4140
4242
4342
4425
4535
4636
4730
4833
4930
94.79% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount4
totalSentences134
matches
0"been shaped"
1"been lost"
2"been lost"
3"been lost"
79.15% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount6
totalVerbs331
matches
0"was, standing"
1"was *looking"
2"was *looking"
3"was *looking"
4"was *looking"
5"was looking"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount14
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences10
totalSentences153
ratio0.065
matches
0"The air inside was thick with the scent of aged tea and something sharper—burnt coffee, maybe, or the faintest trace of something darker."
1"Aurora Carter—Rory, to those who knew her well—stood frozen in the doorway, her breath fogging the air in the sudden chill that seeped through the thin fabric of her sweater."
2"And now, here she was, standing in the same flat where she’d once slept, where she’d once *dreamed*—or maybe just *hoped*—that things could be different."
3"His cane—ivory-handled, concealing a blade—rested against the wall, and the way he held himself, shoulders back, chin slightly lifted, made her stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with fear."
4"And then there was *him*—Lucien, his dark hair slicked back, his amber and black eyes locking onto hers like two magnets drawn to each other."
5"She remembered the night they’d met—how he’d found her in a back alley, how he’d dragged her out of a situation that had almost cost her everything."
6"Rory turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his, searching for something—something that had been lost long ago."
7"Rory turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his, searching for something—something that had been lost long ago."
8"The kettle had stopped, the air between them charged with something that wasn’t just tension—it was *electricity*, a spark that had been waiting to ignite for far too long."
9"She opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto his, searching for something—something that had been lost long ago."
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1814
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"occasional half-eaten biscuit."
adverbCount63
adverbRatio0.034729878721058434
lyAdverbCount12
lyAdverbRatio0.006615214994487321
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences153
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences153
mean13.53
std8.01
cv0.592
sampleLengths
021
123
221
330
432
526
625
77
818
94
102
1123
1233
139
147
155
1618
1714
1811
1911
2025
2117
228
235
2416
259
2610
2727
2819
2924
3011
313
323
3313
343
3517
3617
376
3813
397
4014
417
428
4329
442
452
4615
479
485
493
38.89% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats17
diversityRatio0.13071895424836602
totalSentences153
uniqueOpeners20
78.74% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences127
matches
0"Instead, he reached out, his"
1"Instead, he stepped forward, his"
2"Instead, she turned away, her"
ratio0.024
43.62% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount56
totalSentences127
matches
0"She had left London two"
1"She didn’t turn around."
2"His cane—ivory—handled, concealing a blade—rested"
3"she said, her voice steadier"
4"He didn’t answer right away."
5"she said, stepping back instinctively,"
6"he countered, his voice low,"
7"She remembered the night they’d"
8"She remembered the way he’d"
9"she admitted, her voice barely"
10"He didn’t smile."
11"She didn’t know if she"
12"she asked, her voice breaking"
13"He reached out, his hand"
14"she said, her voice steady"
15"he said, his voice a"
16"She didn’t answer."
17"he said, his voice low"
18"she asked, her voice barely"
19"He stepped closer, his presence"
ratio0.441
50.55% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount104
totalSentences127
matches
0"The front door of Eva’s"
1"The air inside was thick"
2"A tabby cat, its fur"
3"Aurora Carter—Rory, to those who"
4"The scar on her wrist,"
5"She had left London two"
6"a voice murmured from behind"
7"The word was a caress,"
8"She didn’t turn around."
9"The man standing in the"
10"His cane—ivory—handled, concealing a blade—rested"
11"she said, her voice steadier"
12"He didn’t answer right away."
13"The mechanism clicked, and the"
14"Bookshelves groaned under the weight"
15"A desk cluttered with pens,"
16"she said, stepping back instinctively,"
17"The flat was small, but"
18"he countered, his voice low,"
19"The words hit her like"
ratio0.819
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences127
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences67
technicalSentenceCount17
matches
0"Aurora Carter—Rory, to those who knew her well—stood frozen in the doorway, her breath fogging the air in the sudden chill that seeped through the thin fabric o…"
1"The scar on her wrist, a small crescent from a childhood accident, pulsed faintly beneath her skin, as if her body remembered the moment she’d cut it open to st…"
2"The man standing in the doorway was taller than she remembered, his presence filling the space like a shadow that refused to fade."
3"His cane—ivory-handled, concealing a blade—rested against the wall, and the way he held himself, shoulders back, chin slightly lifted, made her stomach twist in…"
4"She remembered the night they’d met—how he’d found her in a back alley, how he’d dragged her out of a situation that had almost cost her everything."
5"He reached out, his hand brushing hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her."
6"Rory turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his, searching for something—something that had been lost long ago."
7"Rory turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his, searching for something—something that had been lost long ago."
8"He reached out, his hand brushing hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her."
9"Rory’s eyes locked onto the scar on her wrist, remembering the way it had felt when she’d cut it open, the way it had stopped bleeding."
10"The kettle stopped whistling, the air between them thick with something that was neither coffee nor tea, but something darker, something *hers*."
11"The kettle had stopped, the air between them charged with something that wasn’t just tension—it was *electricity*, a spark that had been waiting to ignite for f…"
12"The kettle had stopped, the air between them thick with something that wasn’t just coffee or tea, but something darker, something that had been waiting for far …"
13"The air between them crackled with something that wasn’t just tension, but something that had been waiting to ignite for far too long."
14"She opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto his, searching for something—something that had been lost long ago."
15"The air between them was thick with something that wasn’t just coffee, but something darker, something that had been waiting to ignite for far too long."
16"She reached for the mug, her fingers trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags29
uselessAdditionCount21
matches
0"she said, her voice steadier than she felt"
1"she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper"
2"she asked, her voice breaking just a little"
3"she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands,"
4"he said, his voice a low growl"
5"he said, his voice low and insistent"
6"she asked, her voice barely above a whisper"
7"she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands"
8"he said, his voice low and insistent"
9"she said, her voice breaking just a little"
10"he said, his voice low and insistent"
11"he said, his voice low and insistent"
12"she asked, her voice barely above a whisper"
13"he said, his voice low and insistent"
14"he said, his voice a low growl"
15"he said, his voice low and insistent"
16"he said, his voice a low, insistent growl"
17"he repeated, his voice a low, insistent rumble"
18"she whispered, her voice barely above a breath"
19"he said, his voice low and insistent"
20"he said, his voice a low, insistent growl"
60.71% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags28
fancyCount5
fancyTags
0"a voice murmured (murmur)"
1"she admitted (admit)"
2"he repeated (repeat)"
3"she whispered (whisper)"
4"he repeated (repeat)"
dialogueSentences48
tagDensity0.583
leniency1
rawRatio0.179
effectiveRatio0.179
73.6464%