Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTRET5EP3EMEHC2ZVW2BWAW

Run Details

Model:
o4 Mini
Duration:
27.9s
Cost:
$0.018298
Provider:
OpenAI

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The door swung open before I could step back. Lucien Moreau filled the frame, ivory-handle cane in one hand, that perfect tailored charcoal suit whispering confidence. His amber eye gleamed in the dim hallway light. The other, black as midnight, watched me. “Hello, Rory,” he said. His voice slid between us like silk on skin. Ptolemy bolted past me, hissing at Lucien’s polished shoes. He scratched his back against my ankle. “Nice of you to drop in,” I said, stepping aside. The threshold yawned. Stale curry spices clung to the cracks of the old wood. Lucien didn’t move. His eyes darted over the stacks of research notes and dusty scrolls piled at my feet. A bruise of impatience darkened his face. “I needed a word,” he said, turning so the lamplight caught his heterochromatic glare. The amber eye softened. The black one sharpened. I kicked a sheaf of notes aside. They fluttered like wounded birds. “Fine. One word.” My voice cracked on the last syllable. He closed the door, locked the top deadbolt. His cane tapped the parquet floor three times: tick, tock, tick. I hadn’t heard that pattern in months. “Sit,” I said, pointing to the battered armchair near Eva’s old desk. I didn’t. Lucien brushed invisible dust from his lapels, his cane leaning against his leg. “Let’s cut to it. You vanished.” A flicker of something raw cut through me. Hurt. Anger. More than either. “I had my reasons.” His lips curved. “Always do.” Silence pressed in. I ran a hand through my straight black hair, tugged a strand behind my ear. “Don’t patronise me.” He waited. That waiting hung in the air. I sank onto the edge of the desk, scrolling through an old letter from Eva, pretending to read. The flat felt smaller than I remembered. Scrolls and books everywhere, silence so thick it tasted metallic. “I’m not here for small talk,” he said, lowering his voice. “Information broker’s orders.” He rested his palm on the desk, stretching long, pale fingers toward me. “You owe me.” My heart thudded. Owe him. Always owing Lucien something. I remembered the last time—how he’d saved me from Evan’s brutality, how he’d vanished when I needed him next. “I don’t owe you.” “You do.” His amber eye flickered. “That night in Shoreditch. I pulled you from that alley.” I swallowed. A memory surged: moonlight, bruised pavement, his coat shielding me from the rain. Relief had drawn me close. Then confusion. Then betrayal. He’d left before I could thank him. Or ask why. “I didn’t ask for your help,” I said, dropping my gaze to Ptolemy, who rubbed against Lucien’s cane. The demon half of him must’ve wordlessly commanded the cat’s curiosity. “And you left.” His fingers curled. “I had to.” I laughed, harsh as broken glass. “You always have to. Honour. Duty. Some grand demon code. Meanwhile I…” I reached for a scroll, crumpled it. “I nearly died.” He paused. The cane’s tip dug a groove in the wood. “You’re still alive. That counts.” I stood, skin prickling. “Do you know what it’s like to wake up terrified every night? To check the locks three times and still feel unsafe?” Lucien’s suit didn’t crease. His voice stayed calm. “I’m not Evan.” Anger coiled tight. “No. You’re worse.” His amber eye narrowed. “How so?” I darted toward him, heart hammering. “At least Evan apologised when he hurt me. You never said sorry.” He drew a breath, hinged at the shoulders. “Forgive me for leaving. Forgive me for staying away.” I laughed again, more bitter. “That’s not enough.” Lucien leaned forward, cane clinking. “Tell me what is.” My hands trembled. I drew a shaky breath. “I needed you. I trusted you.” He slid off the desk stool, crossing the room in two silent strides. He stopped so close I could see the fine lines near his dark eye. “I’m here now.” My chest tightened. “Why?” He hesitated. Then: “Because I found something. Something dangerous. You should know.” A shiver raced down my spine. “Dangerous how?” He glanced at the piled scrolls. “These.” He snapped his fingers. “Eva’s delving into realms she can’t fathom. She summoned something. You felt it last night, didn’t you? The tremor in the floor.” I swallowed. I had. A subtle tremor beneath Brick Lane, like a heartbeat throbbing through the earth. Eva hadn’t said, but I’d watched her tremble. Lucien drew a small vellum note from his pocket. He placed it on the desk between us. “Found this under your door.” I bent to read the charred edges: a sigil I recognised—an inverted moon tied with a serpent’s tail. “You know what this is.” He nodded. “A summoning. Dark. Half-formed. Amateurish, but… it’s a beacon.” I closed my eyes. Panic swelled. “Eva’s safe.” Lucien’s amber gaze sharpened. “For now.” Footsteps thudded outside. The flat shuddered, books rattling. We both tensed. Lucien’s cane clattered to the floor as he reached for me, yanked me behind the desk. A crash—glass shattering in the hall. Ptolemy yowled, scrambling under the sofa. The door frame cracked. “Lock it!” I shouted, fumbling for the middle deadbolt. Lucien slammed his shoulder into the door, rattling the third. “Two seconds.” A voice snarled from beyond wood and steel. “Come out, witch!” Eva’s voice? No. Deeper. Something else. The wood splintered. Lucien’s amber eye flicked to mine. “Stay down.” He grabbed his cane, flipped the ivory handle. A thin blade slid free. “Ready?” I swallowed. “Yes.” He placed the cane-blade between us, guarding the door. He met my gaze, that flicker of old intimacy resurfacing, unspoken. My pulse quickened. Underneath the fear, desire lingered—hot and unwelcome. The door shuddered under heavy blows. Splinters fell like rain. A guttural growl filtered through the crack. Lucien spat. “They’re impatient.” I pressed my back against his armoured side, feeling the weight of his suit, the subtle warmth of his skin. “Who are they?” He exhaled. “Not human. Cultist lackeys.” The door splintered further. I dug my fingers into the desk’s edge. “We can’t let them in.” He nodded, jaw clenched. His amber eye blazed. “No one enters.” He braced the cane-blade, foot against the door. I clenched my fists, knuckles white. Every nerve thrummed. Adrenaline sharpened my senses: the stale curry scent, Ptolemy’s distant mew, Lucien’s barely controlled breathing. The door cracked, wood groaning. Lucien stabbed down, wedge-shattering the bolt. He drew back, motioned me behind him. “Go for the window.” I hesitated. The flat had one narrow sash opening to the fire escape. It felt like escape. Or abandonment. He caught my gaze. “I’ll cover you.” Something inside me broke. Hurt, anger, fear—they tangled until I saw only the man before me, blade poised. I nodded. He kicked the window open. Cold night air rushed in, carrying diesel and distant sirens. I climbed onto the sill. He reached out, grasped my wrist. “Hang on,” he murmured. I met his heterochromatic eyes. For a heartbeat, the world slowed. No past. No pain. Just us. A crash behind him. The door gave way. Lucien yanked me through the frame. Ptolemy bolted past us into the alley. I dropped to the fire escape, heart pounding. He followed, blade in hand. I stared at him. “Stay close.” He offered a half-smile. “Always.” The ladder rattled under our weight as we descended into the shadows of Brick Lane. The alley below teemed with mist and driftwood crates. Two figures in hooded robes spilled smoke from their mouths, chanting in a guttural tongue. Lucien drew the blade fully. Moonlight glinted on the thin edge. The robed figures snapped to attention, eyes glowing. He advanced, stance fluid. “Back off,” he warned. They stopped the chant. One raised a curved dagger. I crouched behind him, scraped palms on rusting metal. “What now?” He glanced at me, lips twitching. “Plan A: we teach them manners.” I sucked in air, adrenaline crackling. “Plan B?” He chunked a smoke bomb from his pocket. “Plan B: vanish.” He pressed the cane’s shaft; the blade retracted with a click. He winked. “Shall we dance?” Chaos erupted as he tossed the smoke bomb. Tendrils of violet haze curled around the crates. I stumbled forward, caught by his arm. He hauled me behind a stack of barrels. Coughing, I peered through the haze. Lucien’s silhouette slashed at shadows. He moved like water, blade flashing. A cultist staggered, clutching a bleeding shoulder. The other lunged at me. I screamed, dodged. He howled. Lucien broke free of the mist, thrust the cane’s handle into the second figure’s eye. The hood collapsed, body crumpling. The smoke dissipated. Two bodies lay still. Lucien panted, coat torn at the elbow. He brushed blood from his sleeve, every inch immaculate again. I stood, shaking. “You fight like a demon.” He closed the cane, sliding the blade back inside. “I am one.” I swallowed, chest heaving. Pain and relief and something else flickered between us. Sirens wailed closer. Lucien grabbed my hand. “Move.” He led me into the deeper shadows. Brick Lane pulsed with distant traffic. Somewhere a phone buzzed. Our peril wasn’t over. I glanced up at him. “Why are you really here?” He halted, eyes solemn. “Because I can’t let you face this alone.” The alley narrowed. Ahead, a rusted gate barred our path. Beyond it, Eva’s flat glowed with lamplight. Safe. Or a trap. Lucien reached for the lock. Tension coiled in his shoulders. “Almost there.” I drew breath, mind spinning. I hated how he still protected me. Hated that I needed it. And loved him for it. The lock clicked. The gate swung open. Behind us, distant shouting grew louder. Lucien yanked me through. He slammed it shut. I pressed my palm to the cool metal. Heart thundering, I looked at him. He leaned close, breath ghosting against my ear. “We stay together.” My pulse thundered again. “Agreed.” He flicked the gate’s padlock shut. Somewhere above, lights flickered. And then the handle rattled.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags14
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences71
tagDensity0.197
leniency0.394
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1668
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"really"
count1
highlights
0"really"
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)
1.08% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1668
totalAiIsms33
found
0
word"perfect"
count1
1
word"silk"
count1
2
word"fluttered"
count1
3
word"flicker"
count2
4
word"silence"
count2
5
word"flickered"
count3
6
word"trembled"
count1
7
word"raced"
count1
8
word"down my spine"
count1
9
word"delving"
count1
10
word"beacon"
count1
11
word"footsteps"
count1
12
word"flicked"
count2
13
word"unspoken"
count1
14
word"pulse"
count2
15
word"quickened"
count1
16
word"desire"
count1
17
word"weight"
count2
18
word"warmth"
count1
19
word"jaw clenched"
count1
20
word"pounding"
count1
21
word"dance"
count1
22
word"pulsed"
count1
23
word"peril"
count1
24
word"tension"
count1
25
word"thundered"
count1
highlights
0"perfect"
1"silk"
2"fluttered"
3"flicker"
4"silence"
5"flickered"
6"trembled"
7"raced"
8"down my spine"
9"delving"
10"beacon"
11"footsteps"
12"flicked"
13"unspoken"
14"pulse"
15"quickened"
16"desire"
17"weight"
18"warmth"
19"jaw clenched"
20"pounding"
21"dance"
22"pulsed"
23"peril"
24"tension"
25"thundered"
33.33% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches3
maxInWindow3
found
0
label"clenched jaw/fists"
count1
1
label"jaw/fists clenched"
count1
2
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"clenched my fists"
1"jaw clenched"
2"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences223
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences223
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences279
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen22
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1657
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions17
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
61.44% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions42
wordCount1355
uniqueNames7
maxNameDensity1.77
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Moreau1
Lucien24
Eva5
Evan1
Ptolemy5
Brick3
Lane3
persons
0"Moreau"
1"Lucien"
2"Eva"
3"Evan"
4"Ptolemy"
places
0"Brick"
1"Lane"
globalScore0.614
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences104
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1657
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences279
matches
0"heard that pattern"
1"Hated that I"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs103
mean16.09
std9.29
cv0.578
sampleLengths
042
113
216
324
426
522
622
726
814
919
1017
115
1221
1343
1430
1532
1616
1734
1832
196
2028
2116
2226
2311
246
256
2618
2717
288
299
3014
3130
324
3312
348
3533
3625
3722
3823
3911
408
416
4227
4316
449
4512
4611
479
488
4914
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences223
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs314
matches(empty)
81.41% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount5
semicolonCount1
flaggedSentences6
totalSentences279
ratio0.022
matches
0"I remembered the last time—how he’d saved me from Evan’s brutality, how he’d vanished when I needed him next."
1"I bent to read the charred edges: a sigil I recognised—an inverted moon tied with a serpent’s tail."
2"A crash—glass shattering in the hall."
3"Underneath the fear, desire lingered—hot and unwelcome."
4"Hurt, anger, fear—they tangled until I saw only the man before me, blade poised."
5"He pressed the cane’s shaft; the blade retracted with a click."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1365
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount31
adverbRatio0.02271062271062271
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.0029304029304029304
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences279
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences279
mean5.94
std4.11
cv0.692
sampleLengths
09
117
29
37
44
59
69
77
810
93
1011
113
1216
137
1414
154
164
177
185
1910
208
2111
227
2312
242
2513
266
278
281
291
303
314
323
332
343
3515
363
372
386
3918
407
4110
4211
4316
443
453
462
474
4819
494
47.79% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats15
diversityRatio0.31899641577060933
totalSentences279
uniqueOpeners89
70.55% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences189
matches
0"More than either."
1"Always owing Lucien something."
2"Somewhere a phone buzzed."
3"Somewhere above, lights flickered."
ratio0.021
27.41% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount91
totalSentences189
matches
0"His amber eye gleamed in"
1"His voice slid between us"
2"He scratched his back against"
3"I said, stepping aside"
4"His eyes darted over the"
5"he said, turning so the"
6"I kicked a sheaf of"
7"They fluttered like wounded birds."
8"My voice cracked on the"
9"He closed the door, locked"
10"His cane tapped the parquet"
11"I hadn’t heard that pattern"
12"I said, pointing to the"
13"His lips curved."
14"I ran a hand through"
15"I sank onto the edge"
16"he said, lowering his voice"
17"He rested his palm on"
18"My heart thudded."
19"I remembered the last time—how"
ratio0.481
20.85% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount166
totalSentences189
matches
0"The door swung open before"
1"Lucien Moreau filled the frame,"
2"His amber eye gleamed in"
3"The other, black as midnight,"
4"His voice slid between us"
5"Ptolemy bolted past me, hissing"
6"He scratched his back against"
7"I said, stepping aside"
8"The threshold yawned."
9"Lucien didn’t move."
10"His eyes darted over the"
11"A bruise of impatience darkened"
12"he said, turning so the"
13"The amber eye softened."
14"The black one sharpened."
15"I kicked a sheaf of"
16"They fluttered like wounded birds."
17"My voice cracked on the"
18"He closed the door, locked"
19"His cane tapped the parquet"
ratio0.878
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences189
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences29
technicalSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags14
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
93.66% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags10
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"He snapped (snap)"
1"I shouted (shout)"
2"he murmured (murmur)"
3"he warned (warn)"
dialogueSentences71
tagDensity0.141
leniency0.282
rawRatio0.4
effectiveRatio0.113
81.1507%