Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTR8TZBHCAK2K11R6J888E7

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47.1s
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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>

Model response

AI
The metallic taste of blood filled Quinn's mouth as she vaulted over the upturned bin. Her lungs burned. Three streets of flat-out sprinting would do that to anyone. "Stop! Police!" She knew it was useless even as she shouted it. The figure ahead—male, mid-twenties, black hood—darted between two parked cars and disappeared around a corner. Quinn followed, her boots splashing through puddles that reflected fractured neon from the shops above. Rain hammered down, plastering her hair against her scalp. The suspect had a good thirty-second lead, but she'd seen where he was heading. The chase had started outside The Raven's Nest when she'd spotted him making a drop-off—a small package exchanging hands beneath the bar's distinctive green neon sign. When their eyes met across the street, he'd bolted. Quinn rounded the corner into a narrow alley. Empty. She slowed, drawing her torch with her left hand, keeping her right free to reach for her weapon if needed. Water streamed down brick walls on either side, forming miniature rapids at her feet. A crash from ahead—metal on stone. Quinn broke into a run again. The alley opened onto Camden High Street. Rain-slicked pavements reflected shop fronts in warped mirrors. Late-night revellers huddled under awnings, oblivious to the chase. Quinn scanned the street, torch beam cutting through sheets of rain. Movement. Underground station entrance. The hooded figure slipped down the steps. Quinn cursed. The tube had stopped running an hour ago. Which meant he wasn't catching a train. She knew these tunnels sometimes housed more than just commuters, especially after hours. Rumours from the force. Whispers about an underground market. Nothing official, nothing she could put in a report without looking unhinged. The same whispers that had led her to stake out The Raven's Nest in the first place. She followed, descending into the fluorescent glare of the station. The night attendant looked up from his phone as she flashed her warrant card. "Man just came through. Black hood. Where'd he go?" "Down to the platforms." The attendant frowned. "Told him service was finished, but he ignored me. You want me to call it in?" "No. Just stay here." Quinn unclipped the radio from her belt. "DI Quinn requesting backup at Camden Town station. Pursuing suspect underground." Static crackled back at her. "Copy that. Units en route. ETA eight minutes." Too long. The suspect would be long gone by then. But protocol was protocol. She moved through the empty station, footsteps echoing off tiled walls. The escalators stood motionless. Quinn took the stairs, moving cautiously now, listening for any sound beyond the persistent drip of water from her sodden clothes. The platform was deserted. Litter skittered along the tracks in a subterranean breeze. Quinn swept her torch along the tunnel mouths at either end. Nothing. Then she noticed it. A maintenance door, slightly ajar. It should have been locked. Her watch showed 23:47. The radio at her hip crackled with distant chatter from other units. Quinn approached the door, torch beam revealing a set of metal stairs leading down into darkness. She'd spent eighteen years on the force. Three of those years searching for answers after her partner's death. DS Morris had disappeared investigating a series of occult-linked murders. His body was found two weeks later in an abandoned warehouse, cause of death inconclusive. The case remained open. The official version: Morris had a heart attack. The truth: something had terrified him to death. His face had been frozen in a rictus of fear that haunted Quinn's nightmares. Since then, she'd been pulled toward the edges of cases that didn't make sense. The ones other detectives avoided. The ones that led to places like this—beneath the city, where the rules blurred. The stairwell reeked of damp concrete and something else—incense, perhaps. Quinn descended, one hand on the cold metal railing. The stairs went deeper than any standard station maintenance tunnel should. At the bottom, a narrow corridor stretched ahead, dimly lit by sporadic emergency bulbs. The walls were no longer the standard Transport for London white tiles, but rough stone that glistened with moisture. This wasn't part of the public transit system anymore. Quinn hesitated. Eight minutes until backup arrived. She could wait. Should wait. A muffled sound drifted from somewhere ahead—voices, the clink of glass, the hum of multiple conversations. She thought of Morris. Of the terror on his face. Of the three years spent chasing shadows while colleagues whispered that she'd lost her edge. Quinn advanced down the corridor, torch beam sweeping ahead. The passage curved gradually to the left, following what might once have been a natural underground stream. The voices grew louder. Light spilled around the bend. She reached a heavy wooden door studded with iron. It stood partially open, revealing glimpses of movement and light beyond. Quinn clicked off her torch and peered through the gap. The space beyond defied belief. What had once been a station platform had been transformed into something between a medieval market and an opium den. Stalls lined the platform edge, each illuminated by oil lamps and candles. Vendors displayed wares that Quinn couldn't quite make sense of—shimmering liquids in crystal vials, preserved specimens in jars, bundles of herbs that seemed to move of their own accord. Patrons moved between the stalls—some in ordinary clothes, others in garments that belonged in a historical drama or fashion show. The air was thick with incense and the murmur of haggling. The Veil Market. It had to be. Quinn had heard it mentioned only in whispers, usually by suspects high on something exotic, their statements dismissed as drug-induced ravings. "You're not supposed to be here." The voice came from behind her. Quinn whirled, hand reaching for her weapon. A man stood blocking the corridor, arms folded across his chest. Early thirties, olive skin, curly dark hair. A Saint Christopher medallion glinted at his throat. "Police." She showed her warrant card. "I'm pursuing a suspect." "No, you're not." His accent was Spanish, his tone matter-of-fact. "You're trespassing in a place you don't understand." "And you are?" "Someone who doesn't want to see you get hurt." He gestured to the door. "That's the Veil Market. You need a token to enter safely. Without one, you're marking yourself as an intruder." Quinn studied him. "You sound like you know the place." "I work there sometimes." His eyes flicked to her soaked clothes. "Patching up people who've had... accidents." "Like my suspect?" "I haven't seen anyone come through here recently." He tilted his head. "But if they did, they either had a token or they're already in trouble." Quinn's radio crackled. "Units approaching Camden Town station. What's your position, over?" The man tensed. "Your friends will never find this place. And if they did, it would be gone before they arrived." "Because it moves." Quinn remembered the fragments she'd gathered over the years. "Every full moon. That's what they say." Surprise flickered across his face. "You've done your homework, Detective..." "Quinn. DI Harlow Quinn." "Tomás Herrera." He extended a hand, then seemed to notice something on her wrist. His expression changed. "Where did you get that watch?" Quinn glanced down at the worn leather watch on her left wrist. "It was my partner's. He died three years ago." "DS Morris?" Tomás's voice had dropped to a whisper. The corridor suddenly felt colder. "You knew him?" "I treated him. The night before he died." Tomás looked over his shoulder, then back at Quinn. "I've been waiting for someone like you to find this place. Someone who might listen." The radio squawked again. "DI Quinn, please confirm your position." Quinn ignored it, eyes locked on Tomás. "Tell me what happened to Morris." "Not here." Tomás reached into his pocket and withdrew a small object—what looked like a token carved from bone. "Take this. It'll grant you entry to the Market. Meet me at The Raven's Nest tomorrow night. Ask for the back room." "Why not tell me now?" "Because what killed your partner is still out there." Tomás pressed the token into her palm. "And I think it knows you're looking for it." From beyond the wooden door came a sudden silence, as if the entire market had stopped breathing at once. Tomás's face paled. "They've sensed you. Go. Now. Back the way you came." "But my suspect—" "Is the least of your worries." Tomás gave her a gentle push back up the corridor. "Tomorrow night. The Raven's Nest. I'll tell you everything then." Quinn hesitated, torn between duty and the first real lead she'd had in three years. The radio crackled a third time. Her backup had arrived upstairs. The wooden door behind them creaked wider. A wash of cold air brushed the back of Quinn's neck. "Tomorrow," she agreed, closing her fingers around the bone token. "But if you're not there—" "I will be." Tomás was already retreating toward the market. "And Detective Quinn? Don't show that watch to anyone else. It's marked." Before she could ask what he meant, Tomás slipped through the door and disappeared into the Veil Market. The door swung shut with a sound like a tomb being sealed. Quinn turned and ran back up the corridor, the bone token clutched in her hand, her partner's watch suddenly heavy on her wrist.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags16
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences49
tagDensity0.327
leniency0.653
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
87.24% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1567
totalAiIsmAdverbs4
found
0
adverb"cautiously"
count1
1
adverb"slightly"
count1
2
adverb"suddenly"
count2
highlights
0"cautiously"
1"slightly"
2"suddenly"
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)
61.71% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1567
totalAiIsms12
found
0
word"fractured"
count1
1
word"scanned"
count1
2
word"footsteps"
count1
3
word"echoing"
count1
4
word"standard"
count2
5
word"sense of"
count1
6
word"crystal"
count1
7
word"flicked"
count1
8
word"flickered"
count1
9
word"whisper"
count1
10
word"silence"
count1
highlights
0"fractured"
1"scanned"
2"footsteps"
3"echoing"
4"standard"
5"sense of"
6"crystal"
7"flicked"
8"flickered"
9"whisper"
10"silence"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"air was thick with"
count1
highlights
0"The air was thick with"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences131
matches(empty)
88.33% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount3
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences131
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)
analyzedSentences162
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
totalWords1547
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions13
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
16.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions57
wordCount1198
uniqueNames17
maxNameDensity2.25
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity4.5
worstWindowName"Tomás"
discoveredNames
Quinn27
Raven2
Nest2
Camden1
High1
Street1
Static1
Morris3
Transport1
London1
Veil2
Market2
Saint1
Christopher1
Spanish1
Surprise1
Tomás9
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Raven"
2"Static"
3"Morris"
4"Saint"
5"Christopher"
6"Surprise"
7"Tomás"
places
0"Camden"
1"High"
2"Street"
3"London"
4"Veil"
globalScore0.373
windowScore0.167
65.73% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences89
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"something between a medieval market and an opiu"
1"herbs that seemed to move of their own accord"
2"quite make sense of—shimmering liquids in crystal vials, preserved specimens in jars, bundles of herbs that seemed to move of their own accord"
3"looked like a token carved from bone"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1547
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences162
matches
0"whispered that she'd"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs69
mean22.42
std12.84
cv0.573
sampleLengths
028
112
239
349
443
512
635
711
851
917
1024
119
1223
1322
1413
1514
1636
1725
1814
1932
2047
218
2222
2333
2430
2542
2612
2716
2825
2935
3030
3166
3231
3328
3412
3533
3610
3718
383
3933
4010
4117
423
4326
4412
4521
4619
4710
484
4923
89.19% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount6
totalSentences131
matches
0"was deserted"
1"been locked"
2"was found"
3"been frozen"
4"been pulled"
5"been transformed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs209
matches
0"was heading"
1"wasn't catching"
1.76% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount9
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences8
totalSentences162
ratio0.049
matches
0"The figure ahead—male, mid-twenties, black hood—darted between two parked cars and disappeared around a corner."
1"A crash from ahead—metal on stone."
2"The ones that led to places like this—beneath the city, where the rules blurred."
3"The stairwell reeked of damp concrete and something else—incense, perhaps."
4"A muffled sound drifted from somewhere ahead—voices, the clink of glass, the hum of multiple conversations."
5"Vendors displayed wares that Quinn couldn't quite make sense of—shimmering liquids in crystal vials, preserved specimens in jars, bundles of herbs that seemed to move of their own accord."
6"Patrons moved between the stalls—some in ordinary clothes, others in garments that belonged in a historical drama or fashion show."
7"\"Not here.\" Tomás reached into his pocket and withdrew a small object—what looked like a token carved from bone."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1218
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount37
adverbRatio0.030377668308702793
lyAdverbCount12
lyAdverbRatio0.009852216748768473
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences162
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences162
mean9.55
std5.48
cv0.574
sampleLengths
015
13
210
312
415
515
69
714
826
99
108
111
1220
1314
146
156
167
178
189
1911
201
213
227
232
248
257
2613
274
285
2912
3017
3110
3214
339
347
3516
3611
3711
385
398
402
418
424
4311
444
4521
464
479
4811
491
64.40% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats9
diversityRatio0.41975308641975306
totalSentences162
uniqueOpeners68
26.88% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences124
matches
0"Then she noticed it."
ratio0.008
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount25
totalSentences124
matches
0"Her lungs burned."
1"She knew it was useless"
2"She slowed, drawing her torch"
3"She knew these tunnels sometimes"
4"She followed, descending into the"
5"She moved through the empty"
6"It should have been locked."
7"Her watch showed 23:47."
8"She'd spent eighteen years on"
9"His body was found two"
10"His face had been frozen"
11"She could wait."
12"She thought of Morris."
13"She reached a heavy wooden"
14"It stood partially open, revealing"
15"It had to be."
16"She showed her warrant card"
17"His accent was Spanish, his"
18"He gestured to the door"
19"His eyes flicked to her"
ratio0.202
36.61% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount105
totalSentences124
matches
0"The metallic taste of blood"
1"Her lungs burned."
2"She knew it was useless"
3"The figure ahead—male, mid-twenties, black"
4"Quinn followed, her boots splashing"
5"The suspect had a good"
6"The chase had started outside"
7"Quinn rounded the corner into"
8"She slowed, drawing her torch"
9"Water streamed down brick walls"
10"A crash from ahead—metal on"
11"Quinn broke into a run"
12"The alley opened onto Camden"
13"Quinn scanned the street, torch"
14"The hooded figure slipped down"
15"The tube had stopped running"
16"She knew these tunnels sometimes"
17"Rumours from the force."
18"Whispers about an underground market."
19"Nothing official, nothing she could"
ratio0.847
40.32% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences124
matches
0"Before she could ask what"
ratio0.008
69.97% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences49
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"Quinn followed, her boots splashing through puddles that reflected fractured neon from the shops above."
1"His face had been frozen in a rictus of fear that haunted Quinn's nightmares."
2"The walls were no longer the standard Transport for London white tiles, but rough stone that glistened with moisture."
3"Vendors displayed wares that Quinn couldn't quite make sense of—shimmering liquids in crystal vials, preserved specimens in jars, bundles of herbs that seemed t…"
4"From beyond the wooden door came a sudden silence, as if the entire market had stopped breathing at once."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags16
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags2
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"Tomás pressed (press)"
1"she agreed (agree)"
dialogueSentences49
tagDensity0.041
leniency0.082
rawRatio1
effectiveRatio0.082
81.6274%