Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTR8JNFQHWMPWHRD9SRNZ3Z

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller 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="4417" name="Tomás Herrera" aliases="Tommy, Tomás, Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Support"> <eyeColor>warm brown</eyeColor> <hair>short curly dark brown</hair> <height>5'10"</height> <age>29</age> <skinTone>olive skin</skinTone> <scar>scar running along his left forearm from a knife attack</scar> <medallion>Saint Christopher medallion around his neck</medallion> <birthplace>Seville, Spain</birthplace> <description>A former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique.</description> <backstory>Born in Seville, Spain. He moved to London to work for the NHS but lost his license after administering unauthorized treatments to supernatural patients.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> <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> </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 thriller genre. A detective is pursuing a suspect through rain-soaked city streets at night. The chase takes them from the street level down into an underground market. The detective must decide whether to follow the suspect into unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territory. 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>

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The rain was a relentless drumbeat on the cobblestones, each droplet a tiny soldier in an army marching towards the gutter. Detective Harlow Quinn's boots splashed in the puddles as she pursued her suspect, the soles worn thin by years of chasing shadows through London's labyrinthine streets. The neon lights of Soho reflected off the wet pavement, casting eerie, dancing shadows that seemed to mock her pursuit. Her quarry, a slippery figure in a hooded jacket, darted around a corner, disappearing into the mouth of an alleyway. Quinn's breath hitched in her throat, not from exertion but from the familiar thrill of the hunt. She rounded the corner, her hand resting on the cool grip of her service weapon. The alley was a narrow slice of darkness between two towering buildings, a black void that swallowed the rain and the neon light alike. The suspect was nowhere to be seen. Quinn's heart pounded in her chest, a metronome counting out the seconds of her frustration. She stepped further into the alley, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. A rusty fire escape clung to the wall like a metal vine, its ladder leading up into the inky blackness. A faint, rhythmic tapping echoed from above, the sound of rainwater dripping through a loose grate. Quinn's watch glinted in the faint light as she checked the time. It was late, too late for a chase through the backstreets of London. But then again, it was always too late when she was on the trail of the clique. She had lost count of the nights she had spent prowling the city's underbelly, following whispers and shadows to their lair. And yet, here she was, her salt-and-pepper hair plastered to her skull, her leather watch strap damp and heavy on her wrist. The tapping from above grew louder, more insistent. Quinn looked up, her eyes squinting against the rain. The grate was a square of darkness against the night sky, its edges barely visible against the brickwork. She could see nothing beyond it, but she could feel a presence, a watchful gaze that sent a shiver down her spine. Suddenly, the tapping stopped. The silence was deafening, a void that seemed to swallow the sound of the rain and the distant hum of the city. Quinn's hand tightened around her gun, her finger resting on the trigger guard. She took a deep breath, the cold air filling her lungs and steeling her nerves. And then, as if on cue, the grate shifted. A figure dropped from above, landing silently in the alley beside her. Quinn spun around, her gun levelled at the intruder. But it was not her suspect. It was Tomás Herrera, his dark hair plastered to his skull, his olive skin glistening with rainwater. "Detective Quinn," he said, his warm brown eyes meeting hers. "You shouldn't be here." Quinn lowered her gun, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Herrera. What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same question," he replied, his Spanish accent softening the harsh edges of his words. "This is not your jurisdiction." Quinn's jaw tightened, her sharp jawline casting a harsh shadow in the dim light. "I'm chasing a suspect. He came this way." Herrera's gaze flicked to the fire escape, then back to Quinn. "You should leave, Detective. This is not a place for you." Quinn's eyes narrowed, her brown eyes hardening like flint. "I'm not leaving without my suspect, Herrera. And I sure as hell won't take orders from a former paramedic." Herrera's scar, a thin white line running along his left forearm, seemed to glow in the darkness. "I am not giving you orders, Detective. I am warning you. This place... it is not what it seems." Quinn's grip on her gun tightened, her knuckles turning white. "I've seen enough of this city to know what's real and what's not, Herrera. Now, are you going to help me or not?" Herrera hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Very well, Detective. But remember, you asked for this." He turned towards the fire escape, his hands reaching for the ladder. Quinn watched him, her eyes scanning his back for any sign of deceit. But there was nothing, only the steady drip of rainwater and the faint scent of ozone in the air. Quinn holstered her gun, her hand reaching for the ladder as Herrera began to climb. She could feel the cold metal beneath her fingers, the rust flaking off in her palm. She took a deep breath, the scent of damp earth and old brick filling her nostrils. And then, with a grunt, she began to climb. The ladder led them up to a narrow ledge that ran along the edge of the roof. Quinn pulled herself up, her muscles burning from the exertion. She could see Herrera ahead of her, his dark silhouette against the night sky. He was crouched down, his head tilted as if listening for something. Quinn crept forward, her footsteps silent on the wet gravel. She could hear the sound of distant traffic, the hum of the city below. But there was something else, a faint, rhythmic tapping that seemed to echo through the night. Herrera turned to face her, his eyes wide. "We should not be here, Detective," he whispered. "This is not a place for the living." Quinn's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about, Herrera? This is just a rooftop." Herrera shook his head, his dark hair swaying in the rain. "No, Detective. This is the Veil Market. And it is far from just a rooftop." Quinn's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. The Veil Market was a legend among the clique, a black market that dealt in the supernatural. It was said to move locations every full moon, its entrance hidden behind a bone token. And yet, here it was, spread out before her like a dark tapestry. The market was a labyrinth of stalls and alleyways, a city within a city. The stalls were made of old wood and rusted metal, their roofs sagging under the weight of the rain. The alleyways were narrow and twisting, leading to who knew where. And above it all, the sky was a dome of darkness, the stars and moon hidden behind a thick layer of clouds. Quinn could see figures moving through the market, their silhouettes barely visible in the dim light. They were tall and thin, their limbs elongated like those of a spider. Their faces were hidden behind masks of bone and leather, their eyes glowing like embers in the darkness. "Those are the vendors," Herrera whispered, his voice barely audible. "They deal in the darkest of arts. Enchanted goods. Banned alchemical substances. Information that can destroy lives." Quinn's grip on her gun tightened, her knuckles turning white. "And my suspect? Is he one of them?" Herrera shook his head. "No, Detective. He is a customer. And he is in grave danger." Quinn's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with possibilities. She could see her suspect now, his hooded jacket blending in with the darkness. He was moving through the market, his head darting from side to side as if looking for something. Or someone. "He's looking for a buyer," Herrera said, his voice barely audible. "He has something they want. And they will stop at nothing to get it." Quinn's jaw tightened, her sharp jawline casting a harsh shadow in the dim light. "We have to stop him, Herrera. Before it's too late." Herrera nodded, his eyes never leaving the market below. "Yes, Detective. But we must be careful. The vendors are not the only danger here. There are others... things that lurk in the shadows. Things that feed on the living." Quinn's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing with images of the supernatural. But she pushed them aside, her determination hardening like steel. She was a Metropolitan Police detective, with 18 years of decorated service. She had faced down killers and rapists, serial killers and cultists. She was not afraid of the dark. "We'll take the north entrance," she said, her voice steady and sure. "It's the closest. We can cut him off before he reaches the main square." Herrera nodded, his eyes scanning the market below. "Very well, Detective. But remember, we are not welcome here. We must be quick and silent. And we must not draw attention to ourselves." Quinn nodded, her hand resting on the grip of her gun. She could feel the cold metal beneath her fingers, the weight of it a comfort in the face of the unknown. She took a deep breath, the scent of damp earth and old brick filling her nostrils. And then, with a nod to Herrera, she began to descend into the Veil Market. The north entrance was a narrow alleyway that led to a small courtyard. The courtyard was filled with stalls, their roofs sagging under the weight of the rain. The vendors were tall and thin, their limbs elongated like those of a spider. Their faces were hidden behind masks of bone and leather, their eyes glowing like embers in the darkness. Quinn could see her suspect ahead of her, his hooded jacket blending in with the darkness. He was moving through the market, his head darting from side to side as if looking for something. Or someone. "Stay close, Herrera," Quinn whispered, her voice barely audible. "We don't want to lose him." Herrera nodded, his eyes never leaving the suspect. "Yes, Detective. But be careful. The vendors are not the only danger here." Quinn's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with possibilities. She could see the main square ahead, a large open space filled with stalls and customers. Her suspect was moving towards it, his head still darting from side to side. Suddenly, he stopped. He turned around, his eyes scanning the crowd. And then, he saw them. His eyes widened in fear, and he began to run. Quinn's heart leapt into her throat, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. She broke into a run, her boots splashing in the puddles. She could hear Herrera behind her, his footsteps matching hers in perfect rhythm. The suspect was fast, his body weaving through the crowd like a fish through water. But Quinn was faster. She had spent years chasing suspects through the streets of London, her body honed to a fine edge by the relentless pursuit of justice. She could see him ahead of her, his hooded jacket a dark blur against the crowd. She could hear his breath, ragged and uneven, the sound of a man on the edge of panic. She could see the fear in his eyes, the desperate, wild look of a cornered animal. And then, suddenly, he turned. He darted down a narrow alleyway, his body disappearing into the darkness. Quinn followed, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear Herrera behind her, his footsteps echoing off the walls of the alleyway. The alleyway was narrow and twisting, leading to who knew where. The walls were made of old brick, their surfaces slick with rainwater. The roof was a low arch of wood and metal, the rain dripping through the gaps like a leaky faucet. Quinn could see her suspect ahead of her, his body a dark silhouette against the darkness. He was slowing down, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She could see the fear in his eyes, the desperate, wild look of a man on the edge of panic. And then, suddenly, he stopped. He turned to face her, his eyes wide with fear. And in his hand, she saw it. A bone token, the entrance to the Veil Market. Quinn's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. She could see the fear in his eyes, the desperate, wild look of a man on the edge of panic. And she knew, in that moment, that she had made a terrible mistake. "Herrera," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We need to leave. Now." But it was too late. The vendors were already surrounding them, their eyes glowing like embers in the darkness. Their masks were made of bone and leather, their faces hidden behind the twisted visages of the dead. And in their hands, they held weapons of darkness and death. Quinn's hand tightened around her gun, her knuckles turning white. She could feel the cold metal beneath her fingers, the weight of it a comfort in the face of the unknown. She took a deep breath, the scent of damp earth and old brick filling her nostrils. And then, with a grim determination, she prepared to face the darkness of the Veil Market.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags8
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences31
tagDensity0.258
leniency0.516
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
85.94% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2134
totalAiIsmAdverbs6
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count4
1
adverb"very"
count2
highlights
0"suddenly"
1"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)
13.31% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2134
totalAiIsms37
found
0
word"dancing"
count1
1
word"familiar"
count1
2
word"scanning"
count4
3
word"rhythmic"
count2
4
word"echoed"
count1
5
word"could feel"
count4
6
word"down her spine"
count1
7
word"silence"
count1
8
word"glistening"
count1
9
word"furrowing"
count1
10
word"flicked"
count1
11
word"footsteps"
count3
12
word"echo"
count1
13
word"furrowed"
count1
14
word"skipped a beat"
count2
15
word"tapestry"
count1
16
word"weight"
count4
17
word"grave"
count1
18
word"racing"
count3
19
word"perfect"
count1
20
word"pounding"
count1
21
word"echoing"
count1
highlights
0"dancing"
1"familiar"
2"scanning"
3"rhythmic"
4"echoed"
5"could feel"
6"down her spine"
7"silence"
8"glistening"
9"furrowing"
10"flicked"
11"footsteps"
12"echo"
13"furrowed"
14"skipped a beat"
15"tapestry"
16"weight"
17"grave"
18"racing"
19"perfect"
20"pounding"
21"echoing"
0.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches7
maxInWindow4
found
0
label"heart pounded in chest"
count3
1
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count2
2
label"silence was deafening"
count1
3
label"sent a shiver through"
count1
highlights
0"heart pounded in her chest"
1"eyes narrowed"
2"eyes widened"
3"The silence was deafening"
4"sent a shiver down"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells4
narrationSentences140
matches
0"g in confusion"
1"d in confusion"
2"d in fear"
3"e with fear"
40.82% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount8
narrationSentences140
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences163
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen30
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2132
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions8
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
33.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions67
wordCount1808
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity1.83
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Harlow1
Quinn33
London3
Soho1
Tomás1
Herrera17
Spanish1
Veil4
Market4
Metropolitan1
Police1
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Tomás"
3"Herrera"
places
0"London"
1"Soho"
2"Veil"
3"Market"
globalScore0.587
windowScore0.333
32.81% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences128
glossingSentenceCount6
matches
0"shadows that seemed to mock her pursuit"
1"void that seemed to swallow the sound of the rain and the distant hum of the city"
2"as if listening for something"
3"tapping that seemed to echo through the night"
4"as if looking for something"
5"as if looking for something"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.469
wordCount2132
matches
0"not from exertion but from the familiar thrill of the hunt"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences163
matches(empty)
86.55% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs54
mean39.48
std17.88
cv0.453
sampleLengths
067
176
274
385
457
554
653
714
815
924
1022
1122
1228
1336
1433
1516
1644
1756
1853
1940
2024
2116
2226
2357
2466
2547
2627
2718
2816
2945
3025
3124
3239
3354
3426
3532
3663
3760
3836
3915
4021
4141
4226
4339
4443
4550
4640
4743
4846
4931
85.21% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount8
totalSentences140
matches
0"was crouched"
1"was said"
2"were made"
3"were hidden"
4"was filled"
5"were hidden"
6"were made"
7"were made"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs265
matches
0"was deafening"
1"was slowing"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences163
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1810
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount49
adverbRatio0.02707182320441989
lyAdverbCount13
lyAdverbRatio0.0071823204419889505
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences163
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences163
mean13.08
std5.24
cv0.401
sampleLengths
021
126
220
320
417
515
624
77
815
916
1020
1116
1212
1313
1417
1521
1622
178
189
1918
2022
214
2222
2313
2415
259
2612
279
286
2917
3010
314
329
336
3419
355
3614
378
3811
3911
409
4119
4217
4319
4410
4523
467
479
4812
4913
38.96% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats18
diversityRatio0.15950920245398773
totalSentences163
uniqueOpeners26
48.66% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences137
matches
0"Suddenly, the tapping stopped."
1"Suddenly, he stopped."
ratio0.015
76.93% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount49
totalSentences137
matches
0"Her quarry, a slippery figure"
1"She rounded the corner, her"
2"She stepped further into the"
3"It was late, too late"
4"She had lost count of"
5"She could see nothing beyond"
6"She took a deep breath,"
7"It was Tomás Herrera, his"
8"he said, his warm brown"
9"he replied, his Spanish accent"
10"He turned towards the fire"
11"She could feel the cold"
12"She took a deep breath,"
13"She could see Herrera ahead"
14"He was crouched down, his"
15"She could hear the sound"
16"It was said to move"
17"They were tall and thin,"
18"Their faces were hidden behind"
19"She could see her suspect"
ratio0.358
40.29% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount115
totalSentences137
matches
0"The rain was a relentless"
1"Detective Harlow Quinn's boots splashed"
2"The neon lights of Soho"
3"Her quarry, a slippery figure"
4"Quinn's breath hitched in her"
5"She rounded the corner, her"
6"The alley was a narrow"
7"The suspect was nowhere to"
8"Quinn's heart pounded in her"
9"She stepped further into the"
10"A rusty fire escape clung"
11"A faint, rhythmic tapping echoed"
12"Quinn's watch glinted in the"
13"It was late, too late"
14"She had lost count of"
15"The tapping from above grew"
16"Quinn looked up, her eyes"
17"The grate was a square"
18"She could see nothing beyond"
19"The silence was deafening, a"
ratio0.839
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences137
matches(empty)
ratio0
93.84% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences102
technicalSentenceCount7
matches
0"The neon lights of Soho reflected off the wet pavement, casting eerie, dancing shadows that seemed to mock her pursuit."
1"The alley was a narrow slice of darkness between two towering buildings, a black void that swallowed the rain and the neon light alike."
2"He was moving through the market, his head darting from side to side as if looking for something."
3"The north entrance was a narrow alleyway that led to a small courtyard."
4"He was moving through the market, his head darting from side to side as if looking for something."
5"He was slowing down, his breath coming in ragged gasps."
6"The vendors were already surrounding them, their eyes glowing like embers in the darkness."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags8
uselessAdditionCount6
matches
0"he replied, his Spanish accent softening the harsh edges of his words"
1"Herrera whispered, his voice barely audible"
2"Herrera said, his voice barely audible"
3"she said, her voice steady and sure"
4"Quinn whispered, her voice barely audible"
5"she whispered, her voice barely audible"
20.97% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags8
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"he whispered (whisper)"
1"Herrera whispered (whisper)"
2"Quinn whispered (whisper)"
3"she whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences31
tagDensity0.258
leniency0.516
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.258
69.9208%