Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTQZF26R7JQE3760QMHM7HZ

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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
"It opens and I'm there and I'm shaking, an hour off my usual door time. His eyes are closed and he looks so at peace, my beautiful boy, the boy I'd once held in my arms as I slid into his depths, wanting nothing more than to crawl inside him and stay forever. The scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke hits me again as I slip my shoes off, and I curling a surreptitious hand under Ptolemy's chin to pick him up, smiling tightly at the chiropractor who'd just caught me "napping". But something's off, and I tense as I move past the luxurious leather couch, the delicious tingle in my spine at my neighbourhood barman's wide smile still diverting the Rajah to his usual corner. The train tracks have always been there, an echo of a quota-satisfied builder dreaming of gentrificating the Brixton-born refugees. But now, breaking through the morning haze, they're illuminated in a brilliant red and gold, and a sense of dread begins winding up my stomach. The scent of something burning is in the air, and I place myself in the center of it, trying to push back. A door creaks behind me, the same paraphaelia I've ingrained in my subconscious warning me to stay away from. There's a Windsor knot at my back, a rosary hung low on its chain. I'm aware of the file in my hand, suddenly noticed by my exterminator friend, the one I'd pinned to the wall, the one I wanted to keep secret, the one I'd buried deep in the archives. The same one I need to bury again, grasping at a false semblance of sanity while I shakily turn a doorknob I'd once touched a million times. I'm standing in my downstairs lounge, one of three floors of the house I grew up in the East End of London, halfway between "Er? That's where..." and "Aw fu–", stopping myself from the swearing I'd been forced into at the tender age of twelve. And there, standing by the door I'd knocked on countless times over countless years, is Eve. "Eve." My voice shakes as I try to keep the gatekeeper of my flat from closing, from shutting him out like I've shut him out for so many weeks. "What?" Eve looks up from his vaguely green stained shirt. His voice is at once sluggish and alert, as if pulled from a deep sleep by the sound of the TV. "Don't do this. Not now." His words are clipped, a brutal reminder of his hurt. "You know I don't want this, any of this." His wall draws up again, and I feel betrayed, furied, and betrayed. I feel frozen, unable to respond, as if held back by the very memories that bit nearly but not quite closed the door on me. "The only person to tell is the one who doesn't want to hear." Outside, the street's up at a rise. The street's full of silence. And our window's—our window's full of silence. Because now the walls I'd once been held by have collapsed into something new, something I don't recognise. And there, standing by the park gates, is the devil. His eyes glisten with anticipation, but they only reflect empty words of entreaty. At his side, a leering pipe, and at his feet, a goldenrod rose, snapped. And behind him, two hundred years of a hell I never knew existed. Silence. The hell's gone on for some time now. But I don't hear the end of it." I'm there, in the flesh, standing before the door to my nightmare. Blood drips down one side of my face, clinging to my hairline. A rope burns into my right wrist, and my shirt clings to my waist like a wet collar in hot sun. I shakily turn the knob, and across the threshold steps Laila, my past, a face frozen in an expression of shock. "Rory?" My name tumbles from her lips, as much a nurturing question as a plea, as if she's calling out from a dream she fears to wake. It's like no time at all has passed. But it's also a chance to restart. To seize what I had and to mold myself anew. She was the love of my life, a romanticism I could not shake, a love I could not let go. The long brown face is healthier than I'd ever known it, despite his years; the eyes that burn into me are meat and drink to me, a feast of memories. There's a dark past between us, a complicated history, like how the two of us met; an illicit love blossoming beneath the radar of our crumbling city; a future full of dashed hopes, missed chances, and broken hearts. His gaze fixes on me and my stomach twists into knots. "What? Why? What are you doing here?" My voice quavers, bridling with emotions I can't help: love, fear, desire, and... "You shouldn't be..." He steps forward, one infinitely slow stride, and then another, until I smell him again, until my body remembers that slow, dangerous recognition I've tried so hard to suppress. My skin crawls, tightening like a vice around my chest, until he's so close I can feel his breath. See the dark hair curling messily above his eyes, the way his shirt tugs across his shoulders. He raises a hand and... "Eve." I was struggling up the stone steps, met in silence unlike any other I've ever known. When I reached the first floor, an imposing door loomed, the words emblazed upon it WARNER BROTHERS. I stood outside, palm on the door, fingers trembling, until I heard... I heard the familiar mechanical whirr of the lift, clanking away as a ghost. And then I felt his hand close around mine. The door to her apartment swung open, the smell of cigarettes andamma vada surgi masala invading my senses. I knew, almost as sure as a personal assistant, what would follow. Our fall-out. The fighting. The screaming. "Eve!" I duck my head into his chest, looking up at him pleadingly. His jaw clenches. And then..... His fingers tug at my jacket until the zip separates, and I'm sliding out of it, watching gooseflesh rise on my skin. His tongue pushes past my lips, and the struggle to breathe is a distant memory. Laughter escapes. A clank of the front door opening, and I note the absence of bells, no one there to greet me, no one to watch the stranger arrive. The thing that festers in the pit of my stomach, a clenching of fists at the push of uncertainty, the things that I cannot bear to be separated from... His voice in my ear, so distant, and a clock ticking... a clock ticking... the clock... the world falls away, and all I can feel is that clock ticking.The room we've shared for so long, the rainy city outside the window. We talked, we danced. These moments of silence, so many of them, where nothing remained unspoken. The air is thick with smoke, the floor littered with stains. I ache, physically and emotionally, as one would after such a revelation. I glance, morbidly fascinated, at the scene before me, flickering in J-R's bitchy domains black and white. Eve has moved, inert as a shadow, over to a lounge chair. He stares past me, focused on something that seems to reach beyond me. He speaks, but he doesn't really hear. I realize I don't know him anymore. Not on my terms; not on his. He's here to skewer me. But I struggle. I struggle to see him. He's liquid light on the screen, a ghost in black and white. He communicates solely through his eyes, and they exist nowhere. And still. And still, through the screen and the years and oceans, I know him. I will him to know how much I love him, how I couldn't bear the thought of being without me for so long, but that he's the only person in all this world that I can't be without. My heart numbs. "Eve." The words feel like they're being ripped from my throat, jagged, distorted — a lorry crashing through tarmac and bone. Eve stands there like a statue, his movements enforced by an unseen hand. *Thplayer tackles him off.* *I get up, surrounded by broken glass.* The air is thick with the scent of ash and the metallic tang of blood. There's an intimacy in the panic, tasting each other's tears, without looking away. "Rory?" Mac speaks again, pushing into my gaze. His eyes flick to the floor, to the scattered remains of J-R's cameras. "What the fuck has been going on? Who are you working with?" "No." I shake my head, hushing him. "No more secrets. Let's go-home." I shoot him a haunted smile. He nods, his eyes darting to the screen, the flickering images. "You go back and sit. And I'll come see if you can beta-everything inside today. We will go, and make this right. We make it right for all of us. *Eve steps out of the office.* I'm met with a long stretch of silence. And then, "Aurora." Her voice is drowned out by the slamming of doors. *Thplayer slams into Eve.* I grab Rory's hand, and together, we walk out of *Oddmasters*, into a new world. *I understand.* *We go to the office.* *We brush past many company members.* *Dodging past Raven, we walk out onto the streets together, our first stop number one. Mac's call rings out, and Gaby picks up.* "Let him." *A sniff; that pause.* "Let's get this right." *I can hear that road grin.* "We'll make up for it, *Littleū*i." *Her voice cracks, the line going dead.* "Your holo will be the key." *He nods slowly. I know what that means. He's had an appointment at the holo clinic in Camden. A goodbye present, and away from Vex. *Littleū's head turned.* "See you soon, Christos." *Silence. Noah hangs up. The line goes dead; the road-trip ends. This is the only ending I wanted...* *I follow behind Eve. He knocks on the door, and it swings open.* "Eve." *Alicia's face is turned upwards to his, tears in her eyes, in surprise at his sudden reappearance.* "I thought you were..." *Leaving. réfugri.* *She reaches out.* *One more family member. One girl left in the world.* *I kiss God-neverm*ally, apologize for the daggers. She lags back, spotted tears tumbling silently over her cheeks.* Thplayer and family. He nods, dresses, leaves. *Paragonulgari.* He meetsSun, who greets him, enveloped in their friend's arms. England was warmer than she expected, the green of her training more reassuring than the grey*s of Mumbai station.* "So you were the problem?" *"I was." *He nods.* *Noah extends his hand. Future written in ink.* *Sun smiles. Their times intertwined once more.* *Walking towards the port.*
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
82.35% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags17
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"the walls I'd once [once]"
1"Mac speaks again [again]"
dialogueSentences23
tagDensity0.739
leniency1
rawRatio0.118
effectiveRatio0.118
86.27% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1821
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"tightly"
count1
1
adverb"suddenly"
count1
2
adverb"very"
count1
3
adverb"really"
count1
4
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"tightly"
1"suddenly"
2"very"
3"really"
4"slowly"
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)
39.59% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1821
totalAiIsms22
found
0
word"depths"
count1
1
word"echo"
count1
2
word"sense of"
count1
3
word"stomach"
count3
4
word"reminder"
count1
5
word"silence"
count7
6
word"anticipation"
count1
7
word"desire"
count1
8
word"imposing"
count1
9
word"loomed"
count1
10
word"familiar"
count1
11
word"mechanical"
count1
12
word"clenching"
count1
13
word"unspoken"
count1
highlights
0"depths"
1"echo"
2"sense of"
3"stomach"
4"reminder"
5"silence"
6"anticipation"
7"desire"
8"imposing"
9"loomed"
10"familiar"
11"mechanical"
12"clenching"
13"unspoken"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"sense of foreboding"
count1
highlights
0"a sense of dread"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells2
narrationSentences80
matches
0"a sense of dread"
1"n with anticipation"
35.71% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount4
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences80
filterMatches
0"realize"
1"know"
2"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"try to"
1"seems to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences85
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen127
ratio0
matches(empty)
0.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans27
markdownWords198
totalWords1814
ratio0.109
matches
0"Thplayer tackles him off."
1"I get up, surrounded by broken glass."
2"Eve steps out of the office."
3"Thplayer slams into Eve."
4"Oddmasters"
5"I understand."
6"We go to the office."
7"We brush past many company members."
8"Dodging past Raven, we walk out onto the streets together, our first stop number one. Mac's call rings out, and Gaby picks up."
9"A sniff; that pause."
10"I can hear that road grin."
11"Littleū"
12"Her voice cracks, the line going dead."
13"He nods slowly. I know what that means. He's had an appointment at the holo clinic in Camden. A goodbye present, and away from Vex. *Littleū's head turned."
14"Silence. Noah hangs up. The line goes dead; the road-trip ends. This is the only ending I wanted..."
15"I follow behind Eve. He knocks on the door, and it swings open."
16"Alicia's face is turned upwards to his, tears in her eyes, in surprise at his sudden reappearance."
17"Leaving. réfugri."
18"She reaches out."
19"One more family member. One girl left in the world."
20"I kiss God-neverm"
21"Paragonulgari."
22"s of Mumbai station."
23"\"I was.\" *He nods."
24"Noah extends his hand. Future written in ink."
25"Sun smiles. Their times intertwined once more."
26"Walking towards the port."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions5
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions22
wordCount1482
uniqueNames15
maxNameDensity0.4
worstName"Eve"
maxWindowNameDensity1
worstWindowName"Eve"
discoveredNames
Brixton-born1
Windsor1
East1
End1
London1
Eve6
Blood1
Laila1
Rory1
Raven1
Gaby1
Camden1
Vex1
Thplayer3
Mumbai1
persons
0"Eve"
1"Blood"
2"Laila"
3"Rory"
4"Gaby"
5"Thplayer"
places
0"Windsor"
1"East"
2"End"
3"London"
4"Camden"
5"Vex"
6"Mumbai"
globalScore1
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences64
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"something that seems to reach beyond me"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1814
matches(empty)
88.24% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences85
matches
0"is that clock"
1"hear that road"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs32
mean56.69
std38.04
cv0.671
sampleLengths
0127
199
2108
316
460
561
650
750
862
921
1027
1145
1268
1334
1470
1560
1645
1713
183
192
20152
2140
22137
2321
2452
2533
2665
2740
2813
29108
3040
3192
87.72% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount4
totalSentences80
matches
0"illuminated"
1"been held"
2"being ripped"
3"is drowned"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs257
matches
0"was struggling"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount2
semicolonCount6
flaggedSentences6
totalSentences85
ratio0.071
matches
0"\"The only person to tell is the one who doesn't want to hear.\" Outside, the street's up at a rise. The street's full of silence. And our window's—our window's full of silence. Because now the walls I'd once been held by have collapsed into something new, something I don't recognise."
1"The long brown face is healthier than I'd ever known it, despite his years; the eyes that burn into me are meat and drink to me, a feast of memories."
2"There's a dark past between us, a complicated history, like how the two of us met; an illicit love blossoming beneath the radar of our crumbling city; a future full of dashed hopes, missed chances, and broken hearts."
3"Not on my terms; not on his."
4"\"Eve.\" The words feel like they're being ripped from my throat, jagged, distorted — a lorry crashing through tarmac and bone."
5"*Dodging past Raven, we walk out onto the streets together, our first stop number one. Mac's call rings out, and Gaby picks up.* \"Let him.\" *A sniff; that pause.* \"Let's get this right.\" *I can hear that road grin.* \"We'll make up for it, *Littleū*i.\" *Her voice cracks, the line going dead.* \"Your holo will be the key.\" *He nods slowly. I know what that means. He's had an appointment at the holo clinic in Camden. A goodbye present, and away from Vex. *Littleū's head turned.* \"See you soon, Christos.\" *Silence. Noah hangs up. The line goes dead; the road-trip ends. This is the only ending I wanted...*"
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount903
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount36
adverbRatio0.03986710963455149
lyAdverbCount11
lyAdverbRatio0.012181616832779624
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences85
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences85
mean21.34
std24.23
cv1.135
sampleLengths
0127
199
288
320
416
560
63
758
850
950
1029
1112
1221
1321
1427
158
167
1710
1820
1930
2038
2111
2220
233
2429
2519
2617
275
2817
2917
3012
3114
329
3318
3412
352
362
372
3813
393
402
4122
4215
432
4427
4529
4611
473
482
4925
47.84% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.36470588235294116
totalSentences85
uniqueOpeners31
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences72
matches(empty)
ratio0
3.33% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount39
totalSentences72
matches
0"I'm aware of the file"
1"My voice shakes as I"
2"I shakily turn the knob,"
3"My name tumbles from her"
4"It's like no time at"
5"She was the love of"
6"His gaze fixes on me"
7"My voice quavers, bridling with"
8"He steps forward, one infinitely"
9"My skin crawls, tightening like"
10"He raises a hand and..."
11"I was struggling up the"
12"I stood outside, palm on"
13"I heard the familiar mechanical"
14"I knew, almost as sure"
15"I duck my head into"
16"His jaw clenches."
17"His fingers tug at my"
18"His tongue pushes past my"
19"His voice in my ear,"
ratio0.542
78.06% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount55
totalSentences72
matches
0"The train tracks have always"
1"I'm aware of the file"
2"My voice shakes as I"
3"Blood drips down one side"
4"A rope burns into my"
5"I shakily turn the knob,"
6"My name tumbles from her"
7"It's like no time at"
8"She was the love of"
9"The long brown face is"
10"His gaze fixes on me"
11"My voice quavers, bridling with"
12"He steps forward, one infinitely"
13"My skin crawls, tightening like"
14"He raises a hand and..."
15"I was struggling up the"
16"I stood outside, palm on"
17"I heard the familiar mechanical"
18"The door to her apartment"
19"I knew, almost as sure"
ratio0.764
69.44% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences72
matches
0"To seize what I had"
ratio0.014
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences41
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"The long brown face is healthier than I'd ever known it, despite his years; the eyes that burn into me are meat and drink to me, a feast of memories."
1"The thing that festers in the pit of my stomach, a clenching of fists at the push of uncertainty, the things that I cannot bear to be separated from..."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags17
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags1
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Mac speaks again (speak)"
dialogueSentences23
tagDensity0.043
leniency0.087
rawRatio1
effectiveRatio0.087
77.2854%