Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTR45HZ6CAHXQ888Z1EYJCX

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Mystery 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="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4414" name="Eva Kowalski" aliases="Eva, Evie" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Best Friend"> <eyeColor>green</eyeColor> <hair>curly red</hair> <height>5'4"</height> <age>26</age> <glasses>round glasses</glasses> <satchel>worn leather satchel full of books</satchel> <freckles>freckled complexion</freckles> <nervousHabit>tucking hair behind her left ear</nervousHabit> <description>Aurora's childhood friend and an occult researcher.</description> <backstory>Moved to London two years before Aurora and works as a research assistant at the British Museum's restricted archives. She holds a master's degree in Ancient History from Oxford.</backstory> </character> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> <item id="2004" name="Veil Compass" aliases="the Compass, shadow compass" type="Tool" origin="The Veil Market"> <casingMaterial>small brass compass</casingMaterial> <faceMarkings>face etched with protective sigils</faceMarkings> <needle>points toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal</needle> <patina>casing has a patina of verdigris</patina> <creator>crafted by a Shade artisan</creator> <description>A compass attuned to supernatural energy.</description> </item> </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 mystery genre. A detective arrives at a crime scene in an unusual location. Something is wrong — the evidence doesn't add up. A colleague is present, offering a different interpretation. Through careful observation and deduction, the detective begins to see what others have missed. 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

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The air smelled of damp stone and something older, something that clung to the back of my throat like copper pennies. I crouched beside the body, my knees pressing into the cracked tile of what had once been a Tube platform. The victim lay sprawled on his back, arms flung wide as if welcoming the darkness above. His skin held the waxy sheen of death, but his eyes—his eyes were wrong. Too wide, too bright, like marbles polished by some unseen hand. "Quinn." Detective Sergeant Davies didn't look up from his notebook. "You're late." "Traffic." I adjusted the leather strap of my watch, the worn band digging into my wrist. The victim's fingers were splayed, nails torn and bloody. "What've we got?" "Male, mid-thirties. No ID. Wallet's empty, but we found this in his coat pocket." Davies held up a small brass compass, its face etched with strange symbols. The needle spun lazily, never settling. I took it, turning it over in my palm. The metal was cold, too cold for something that had been nestled against a body. "Where'd he get this?" "Beats me. But look at this." Davies gestured to the wall behind the body. Faint chalk marks glowed under the harsh crime scene lights—symbols that twisted like vines, looping and curling in ways that made my eyes ache. "Kid you sent over from forensics says it's some kind of ritual script. Greek, maybe?" I stepped closer, my boots scuffing against the concrete. The symbols weren't just drawn—they were carved into the wall, shallow grooves filled with something dark and sticky. Blood, but not the victim's. His wounds were clean, precise. A single cut across the throat, deep enough to sever the carotid but not enough to spray the walls. Professional. "Greek my arse," I muttered. "This is Veil script. And not the tourist-friendly kind." Davies raised an eyebrow. "You sure?" I didn't answer. Instead, I knelt again, this time closer to the victim's head. His lips were parted, tongue swollen and dark. But it was his teeth that caught my attention. The molars were cracked, as if he'd bitten down on something hard. Too hard. "Get a dental impression," I said. "And check his pockets again. There's something missing." Davies sighed. "We already went through his pockets. Twice." "Then go through them again." I stood, brushing dust from my trousers. The compass in my hand pulsed once, the needle jerking toward the far end of the platform. Toward the tunnel. "He didn't come here alone." The tunnel mouth yawned before us, a black throat swallowing the dim light. The air grew colder the closer we got, and the compass in my hand hummed, the needle trembling like a live wire. Davies shone his torch ahead, the beam cutting through the gloom but revealing little. Just more tile, more graffiti, more of the same symbols scrawled in what looked like blood. "Quinn." Davies' voice was tight. "You're not seriously thinking of going in there." I didn't answer. The compass was pulling me forward, insistent. The victim hadn't just wandered down here. He'd been led. Or chased. The torchlight flickered. For a second, the symbols on the wall seemed to shift, the lines writhing like serpents. I blinked, and they were still again. "Did you see that?" Davies asked. I ignored him. Instead, I ran my fingers along the wall, tracing the grooves of the symbols. The stone was damp, but the carvings were dry. Too dry. As if whatever had been used to make them had burned the moisture from the rock. "Someone's been down here recently," I said. "And not just our victim." Davies exhaled sharply. "You're talking like this is some kind of—what, occult crime scene?" "It's a crime scene. That's all that matters." I turned back to the platform, my gaze sweeping over the body. The victim's shoes were scuffed, the soles worn thin. A man who walked a lot. A man who might have known his way around the underground. "He wasn't killed here." Davies frowned. "The blood—" "Isn't enough. Look at the body. No lividity where it should be. He was moved." Davies crouched beside the victim, his gloved fingers probing the man's jacket. "Then where the hell was he killed?" The compass in my hand jerked violently, the needle spinning in a tight circle before pointing back the way we'd come. Toward the entrance. Toward the Veil Market. I pocketed the compass. "Somewhere with better light." The station exit spat us out onto Camden High Street, the late afternoon sun doing little to warm the chill that had settled in my bones. The compass in my pocket was still humming, the needle twitching like a dog on a leash. Davies lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around his face as he watched me. "You're not seriously suggesting we take this to the Market," he said. I didn't answer. Instead, I flagged down a cab, the compass burning against my thigh. The driver took one look at my face and didn't ask questions. The Market wasn't hard to find if you knew where to look. The entrance was tucked beneath a boarded-up newsagent's, the door hidden behind a stack of crates. A single bone token hung from a rusted nail, swaying gently in the breeze. I plucked it free and held it up to the light. The token was warm, almost alive. Davies eyed it. "You sure about this?" I didn't answer. Instead, I knocked twice, then once more. The door creaked open, revealing a narrow staircase descending into darkness. The air that wafted up was thick with the scent of incense and something sharper—ozone, maybe, or the tang of old magic. The Market spread out before us like a fever dream. Stalls lined the walls, their wares displayed under flickering lanterns. Jars of glowing liquid, bundles of dried herbs, weapons that hummed with unnatural energy. The crowd was a mix of the mundane and the otherworldly—men in sharp suits haggling with creatures that had too many eyes, women in flowing robes examining vials of liquid that shifted colour with every breath. Davies stuck close, his hand resting on the baton at his belt. "This place gives me the creeps." I ignored him, my gaze sweeping over the stalls. The compass in my pocket was pulling me forward, the needle vibrating against my thigh. I followed it, weaving through the crowd until I reached a stall tucked away in a shadowed corner. The vendor was a gaunt man with skin like parchment, his eyes milky white. He smiled when he saw me, revealing teeth that were too sharp, too numerous. "Detective," he said. "I was wondering when you'd show up." I placed the compass on the counter. "You sold this to someone. Recently." The vendor picked it up, turning it over in his long fingers. "Many people buy compasses, Detective. They're useful things." "Not like this one." I leaned in, my voice low. "The man who bought it is dead. And I think you know why." The vendor's smile didn't waver. "Death is a part of life. And business." I reached across the counter, my fingers closing around his wrist. His skin was cold, clammy. "I'm not here to play games. Who bought the compass?" For a moment, the vendor's smile faltered. Then he sighed, his breath smelling of rotting flowers. "A woman. Young. Red hair. She paid in silver and secrets." Eva Kowalski. I released his wrist. "When?" "Two nights ago." The vendor rubbed his wrist, his milky eyes fixed on me. "She was looking for something. Or someone." I turned away, my mind racing. Eva Kowalski was an occult researcher, not a killer. But she was also Aurora's best friend. And Aurora was the one who'd found the body. Davies fell into step beside me. "You know her?" I didn't answer. Instead, I pulled out my phone, dialling Eva's number. It rang once, twice, then went to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. Same result. "She's not answering," Davies said. I pocketed my phone. "Then we'll have to find her the old-fashioned way." The British Museum loomed ahead, its grand façade bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The restricted archives were housed in the basement, a warren of narrow corridors and locked doors. Eva's workspace was a cluttered desk in the far corner, stacks of books and papers threatening to topple at any moment. But it was the map pinned to the wall that caught my attention. It was a map of London's underground, the Tube lines marked in red. But someone had added other lines, other stations—places that didn't exist on any official map. And in the centre of it all, circled in black ink, was the abandoned station where we'd found the body. Davies whistled low. "What the hell is this?" I stepped closer, my fingers tracing the lines. "It's a map of the Veil. The places where the world is thin." Davies frowned. "The what?" I ignored him. Instead, I turned to the desk, my gaze falling on a notebook lying open. The pages were filled with Eva's neat handwriting, diagrams and symbols interspersed with notes. One passage caught my eye: *"The Veil is thinning. The rifts are growing. If the Market moves again, we may not be able to contain it."* I flipped the page. More notes, more diagrams. And then, halfway down the next page, a single line underlined in red: *"He knows. He's coming for us."* Davies leaned over my shoulder. "Who's coming?" I didn't answer. Instead, I pulled out my phone, dialling Eva's number again. It rang once, then cut off. A text message flashed up on the screen: *"Quinn. Don't trust the Market. Don't trust anyone. They're already here."* The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering to the desk. Davies picked it up, his brow furrowed. "What the hell does that mean?" I didn't answer. Instead, I turned back to the map, my gaze fixed on the circled station. The compass in my pocket was burning now, the needle spinning wildly. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. And then the lights went out. The darkness was absolute, pressing in on all sides like a living thing. Davies cursed, his torch flickering to life. The beam cut through the gloom, illuminating the map on the wall. The circled station was glowing now, the ink pulsing like a heartbeat. "Quinn," Davies said, his voice tight. "What the hell is going on?" I didn't answer. Instead, I pulled the compass from my pocket, the needle spinning in a tight circle before pointing straight ahead. Toward the map. Toward the station. Toward the Veil. And then the screaming started.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags16
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"I turned back [back]"
dialogueSentences56
tagDensity0.286
leniency0.571
rawRatio0.063
effectiveRatio0.036
86.10% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1799
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"lazily"
count1
1
adverb"sharply"
count1
2
adverb"gently"
count1
3
adverb"very"
count2
highlights
0"lazily"
1"sharply"
2"gently"
3"very"
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)
61.09% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1799
totalAiIsms14
found
0
word"etched"
count1
1
word"eyebrow"
count1
2
word"pulsed"
count1
3
word"gloom"
count2
4
word"flickered"
count1
5
word"tracing"
count2
6
word"chill"
count1
7
word"almost alive"
count1
8
word"otherworldly"
count1
9
word"racing"
count1
10
word"loomed"
count1
11
word"furrowed"
count1
highlights
0"etched"
1"eyebrow"
2"pulsed"
3"gloom"
4"flickered"
5"tracing"
6"chill"
7"almost alive"
8"otherworldly"
9"racing"
10"loomed"
11"furrowed"
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
narrationSentences155
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences155
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences195
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen37
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans3
markdownWords38
totalWords1788
ratio0.021
matches
0"\"The Veil is thinning. The rifts are growing. If the Market moves again, we may not be able to contain it.\""
1"\"He knows. He's coming for us.\""
2"\"Quinn. Don't trust the Market. Don't trust anyone. They're already here.\""
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions21
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
76.78% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions46
wordCount1434
uniqueNames15
maxNameDensity1.46
worstName"Davies"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Davies"
discoveredNames
Tube2
Sergeant1
Davies21
Faint1
Veil2
Market3
Camden1
High1
Street1
Kowalski2
Aurora2
Eva6
British1
Museum1
London1
persons
0"Tube"
1"Sergeant"
2"Davies"
3"Market"
4"Kowalski"
5"Aurora"
6"Eva"
7"Museum"
places
0"Veil"
1"Camden"
2"High"
3"Street"
4"London"
globalScore0.768
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences102
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"as if welcoming the darkness above"
1"looked like blood"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1788
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences195
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs71
mean25.18
std19.29
cv0.766
sampleLengths
082
112
228
333
428
553
657
714
86
945
1014
119
1237
1365
1413
1522
1626
176
1844
1912
2014
2150
224
2315
2419
2528
268
2757
2812
2927
3059
317
3243
3370
3418
3570
3610
3713
3820
3923
4013
4126
4227
432
445
4521
4631
479
4828
495
82.63% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount10
totalSentences155
matches
0"were splayed"
1"been nestled"
2"were carved"
3"were parted"
4"were cracked"
5"been led"
6"were scuffed"
7"was tucked"
8"were housed"
9"were filled"
97.83% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount4
totalVerbs261
matches
0"was pulling"
1"was pulling"
2"was burning"
3"was glowing"
54.95% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount6
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences6
totalSentences195
ratio0.031
matches
0"His skin held the waxy sheen of death, but his eyes—his eyes were wrong."
1"Faint chalk marks glowed under the harsh crime scene lights—symbols that twisted like vines, looping and curling in ways that made my eyes ache."
2"The symbols weren't just drawn—they were carved into the wall, shallow grooves filled with something dark and sticky."
3"The air that wafted up was thick with the scent of incense and something sharper—ozone, maybe, or the tang of old magic."
4"The crowd was a mix of the mundane and the otherworldly—men in sharp suits haggling with creatures that had too many eyes, women in flowing robes examining vials of liquid that shifted colour with every breath."
5"But someone had added other lines, other stations—places that didn't exist on any official map."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount584
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount22
adverbRatio0.03767123287671233
lyAdverbCount3
lyAdverbRatio0.005136986301369863
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences195
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences195
mean9.17
std5.92
cv0.646
sampleLengths
021
120
216
314
411
510
62
716
89
93
1027
116
129
1315
144
1514
1624
1715
189
1918
205
215
2219
231
245
259
264
272
283
2911
308
319
3212
332
346
358
362
377
3812
3917
403
415
4213
4322
4414
4516
465
478
483
497
41.79% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats16
diversityRatio0.26153846153846155
totalSentences195
uniqueOpeners51
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount12
totalSentences139
matches
0"Too wide, too bright, like"
1"Instead, I knelt again, this"
2"Just more tile, more graffiti,"
3"Instead, I ran my fingers"
4"Instead, I flagged down a"
5"Instead, I knocked twice, then"
6"Then he sighed, his breath"
7"Instead, I pulled out my"
8"Instead, I turned to the"
9"Instead, I pulled out my"
10"Instead, I turned back to"
11"Instead, I pulled the compass"
ratio0.086
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount39
totalSentences139
matches
0"I crouched beside the body,"
1"His skin held the waxy"
2"I adjusted the leather strap"
3"I took it, turning it"
4"I stepped closer, my boots"
5"His wounds were clean, precise."
6"I didn't answer."
7"His lips were parted, tongue"
8"I stood, brushing dust from"
9"I didn't answer."
10"He'd been led."
11"I blinked, and they were"
12"I ignored him."
13"I turned back to the"
14"I pocketed the compass."
15"I didn't answer."
16"I plucked it free and"
17"I didn't answer."
18"I ignored him, my gaze"
19"I followed it, weaving through"
ratio0.281
78.71% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount106
totalSentences139
matches
0"The air smelled of damp"
1"I crouched beside the body,"
2"The victim lay sprawled on"
3"His skin held the waxy"
4"Detective Sergeant Davies didn't look"
5"I adjusted the leather strap"
6"The victim's fingers were splayed,"
7"Davies held up a small"
8"The needle spun lazily, never"
9"I took it, turning it"
10"The metal was cold, too"
11"Davies gestured to the wall"
12"I stepped closer, my boots"
13"The symbols weren't just drawn—they"
14"Blood, but not the victim's."
15"His wounds were clean, precise."
16"A single cut across the"
17"Davies raised an eyebrow."
18"I didn't answer."
19"His lips were parted, tongue"
ratio0.763
35.97% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences139
matches
0"As if whatever had been"
ratio0.007
27.65% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences62
technicalSentenceCount10
matches
0"The air smelled of damp stone and something older, something that clung to the back of my throat like copper pennies."
1"The victim lay sprawled on his back, arms flung wide as if welcoming the darkness above."
2"The metal was cold, too cold for something that had been nestled against a body."
3"Faint chalk marks glowed under the harsh crime scene lights—symbols that twisted like vines, looping and curling in ways that made my eyes ache."
4"A man who might have known his way around the underground."
5"The station exit spat us out onto Camden High Street, the late afternoon sun doing little to warm the chill that had settled in my bones."
6"The air that wafted up was thick with the scent of incense and something sharper—ozone, maybe, or the tang of old magic."
7"Jars of glowing liquid, bundles of dried herbs, weapons that hummed with unnatural energy."
8"The crowd was a mix of the mundane and the otherworldly—men in sharp suits haggling with creatures that had too many eyes, women in flowing robes examining vial…"
9"He smiled when he saw me, revealing teeth that were too sharp, too numerous."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags16
uselessAdditionCount4
matches
0"I adjusted, the worn band digging into my wrist"
1"I turned back, my gaze sweeping over the body"
2"I leaned in, my voice low"
3"Davies said, his voice tight"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags8
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"I muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences56
tagDensity0.143
leniency0.286
rawRatio0.125
effectiveRatio0.036
84.7831%