Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTRQBT11PHAGXVX8K7FQXWP

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34.6s
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$0.018182

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System
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 neon sign above *The Raven’s Nest* flickered, its green glow bleeding into the rain-slicked pavement. Detective Harlow Quinn’s boots splashed through a puddle, her breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts. The suspect—lean, fast, and already halfway down the alley—glanced back just once, eyes wide under the hood of his soaked jacket. Then he bolted. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She vaulted over a stack of discarded crates, her leather watch strap digging into her wrist as she adjusted her grip on the radio. "Suspect heading east on Greek Street, male, late twenties, dark hoodie. Requesting backup—" The radio crackled, static swallowing her words as she skidded around the corner. The alley opened into a wider street, the suspect’s silhouette already shrinking ahead, weaving between late-night stragglers and the occasional taxi. She pushed harder, her lungs burning. The rain had turned the pavement treacherous, each step a gamble. Ahead, the suspect ducked into a narrow passage between two buildings, the kind of place that smelled of urine and damp stone. Quinn followed, her shoulder brushing the brick wall as she squeezed through. The passage spat her out onto a quieter street, the glow of Camden’s nightlife pulsing in the distance. The suspect was gone. Quinn slowed, her pulse hammering in her throat. The street was lined with shuttered shops and boarded-up windows, the kind of place that swallowed people whole. Then she saw it—a flicker of movement near the mouth of an alley, half-hidden behind a rusted fire escape. A bone token, pale and jagged, dangled from a chain around the suspect’s neck as he glanced back one last time before disappearing into the darkness. *The Veil Market.* Quinn’s jaw tightened. She knew the stories—every cop in the Met did. A black market that moved with the moon, selling things that shouldn’t exist. Things that *didn’t* exist, if you asked the brass. But she’d seen enough in eighteen years to know better. And she’d seen enough in the last three to know she wasn’t walking away from this. She pulled her torch from her belt, the beam cutting through the rain as she stepped into the alley. The air grew thicker, heavier, the scent of damp earth and something older, something metallic, clinging to the back of her throat. The alley dead-ended at a rusted metal door, its surface pocked with age and graffiti. No handle. No lock. Just a single, crude symbol carved into the centre—a spiral that made her eyes ache if she looked at it too long. Quinn pressed her palm against the door. It swung inward without a sound. Beyond it, stairs descended into darkness, the air growing colder with each step. The torchlight caught glimpses of the walls—peeling paint, exposed pipes, the occasional flicker of something that might have been movement. The stairs ended at another door, this one reinforced with iron bands. A low hum vibrated through the metal, like the distant thrum of a generator. She hesitated. Backup was minutes away, if they even found this place. The suspect was getting farther by the second. And if the stories were true, the Market wasn’t just dangerous—it was *alive*. Quinn pushed the door open. The noise hit her first—the clamour of voices, the clink of glass, the low, rhythmic beat of something that might have been music. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something sharper, something that burned the back of her throat. The space opened up before her, a cavernous underground station repurposed into a labyrinth of stalls and shadowed corners. Strings of flickering bulbs cast a sickly yellow glow over the crowd—figures in hooded cloaks, others in street clothes, all moving with the purpose of people who knew exactly where they were going. And then there was the merchandise. Jars of swirling liquid lined one stall, their contents shifting colours like oil on water. Another displayed rows of knives, their blades etched with symbols that made Quinn’s vision swim. A third offered something that looked like dried herbs until it *moved* in the dim light. She forced herself to keep walking, her hand resting on the grip of her baton. The suspect was ahead, his hood still up, weaving through the crowd with the ease of someone who knew the Market’s twists and turns. Quinn followed, her boots silent on the concrete floor. The deeper she went, the stranger the stalls became. One sold whispers—actual whispers, trapped in glass vials. Another offered memories, preserved in small, amber bottles. A third had a sign that read *Cures for What Ails You*, the proprietor a gaunt woman with too many teeth. Quinn’s radio crackled again, the static louder this time. She pressed it to her ear, but the voice on the other end was garbled, lost in the hum of the Market. She cursed under her breath and let it drop back to her belt. The suspect turned a corner, disappearing behind a stall selling what looked like human teeth. Quinn quickened her pace, rounding the corner just in time to see him slip through a narrow gap between two stalls. She followed, emerging into a quieter section of the Market, the noise of the crowd fading behind her. This part was different. The stalls here were older, their wares more dangerous. A man in a long coat offered *solutions* in hushed tones, his fingers brushing against a row of vials filled with something dark and viscous. Another stall displayed weapons—guns that hummed with an unnatural energy, blades that seemed to drink in the light. Quinn’s skin prickled. The suspect was ahead, standing in front of a stall that seemed to shift in the dim light, its edges blurring like a mirage. The proprietor was a tall figure, their face obscured by a deep hood, their hands resting on the counter. Between them lay a single object—a knife, its blade black as oil, its hilt wrapped in what looked like human hair. Quinn stepped forward, her hand reaching for her cuffs. "Police. You’re under arrest—" The suspect turned. It wasn’t the man she’d been chasing. This face was older, harder, the eyes sharp with something like amusement. A scar ran from his temple to his jaw, and around his neck hung a Saint Christopher medallion, its silver surface dull in the dim light. Tomás Herrera. Quinn’s fingers twitched toward her baton. "Where is he?" Tomás didn’t move. "Who?" "The suspect. The one who just ran through here." Tomás tilted his head, his gaze flicking past her to the crowd. "You’re the second cop to come down here tonight. The other one didn’t last long." Quinn’s stomach twisted. "Where is he?" Tomás reached out, his fingers brushing the black knife on the counter. "You shouldn’t have followed him in here, Detective. The Market doesn’t like uninvited guests." Quinn’s radio crackled again, the static louder this time, almost like a voice. She ignored it. "I’m not leaving without him." Tomás smiled, slow and sharp. "Then you’re not leaving at all." Behind her, the crowd shifted. The hum of the Market grew louder, the shadows deeper. Quinn turned just in time to see the figures closing in—hooded, faceless, their movements too smooth, too *wrong*. The first one lunged.
total_cost0.018182

Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags1
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences10
tagDensity0.1
leniency0.2
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1221
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
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)
59.05% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1221
totalAiIsms10
found
0
word"flickered"
count1
1
word"treacherous"
count1
2
word"pulse"
count1
3
word"flicker"
count2
4
word"vibrated"
count1
5
word"rhythmic"
count1
6
word"etched"
count1
7
word"quickened"
count1
8
word"stomach"
count1
highlights
0"flickered"
1"treacherous"
2"pulse"
3"flicker"
4"vibrated"
5"rhythmic"
6"etched"
7"quickened"
8"stomach"
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
narrationSentences89
matches(empty)
94.70% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences89
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)
analyzedSentences98
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen34
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans8
markdownWords16
totalWords1203
ratio0.013
matches
0"The Raven’s Nest"
1"The Veil Market."
2"didn’t"
3"alive"
4"moved"
5"Cures for What Ails You"
6"solutions"
7"wrong"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions2
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
66.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions37
wordCount1130
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity1.5
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Raven1
Harlow1
Quinn17
Camden1
Veil1
Met1
Market6
Ails1
Saint1
Christopher1
Herrera1
Tomás5
persons
0"Raven"
1"Harlow"
2"Quinn"
3"Camden"
4"Market"
5"Saint"
6"Christopher"
7"Herrera"
8"Tomás"
places(empty)
globalScore0.748
windowScore0.667
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences70
glossingSentenceCount6
matches
0"looked like dried herbs until it *moved*"
1"looked like human teeth"
2"blades that seemed to drink in the light"
3"stall that seemed to shift in the dim light, its edges blurring like a mirage"
4"looked like human hair"
5"something like amusement"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1203
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences98
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs35
mean34.37
std28.53
cv0.83
sampleLengths
055
174
269
34
471
53
660
782
813
959
1033
115
1295
136
1461
1579
1644
1754
1859
1964
2013
213
227
2338
242
259
264
279
2827
296
3026
3121
3211
3333
344
93.44% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences89
matches
0"was gone"
1"was lined"
2"was garbled"
93.05% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs187
matches
0"wasn’t walking"
1"was getting"
2"were going"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount13
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences12
totalSentences98
ratio0.122
matches
0"The suspect—lean, fast, and already halfway down the alley—glanced back just once, eyes wide under the hood of his soaked jacket."
1"Then she saw it—a flicker of movement near the mouth of an alley, half-hidden behind a rusted fire escape."
2"She knew the stories—every cop in the Met did."
3"Just a single, crude symbol carved into the centre—a spiral that made her eyes ache if she looked at it too long."
4"The torchlight caught glimpses of the walls—peeling paint, exposed pipes, the occasional flicker of something that might have been movement."
5"And if the stories were true, the Market wasn’t just dangerous—it was *alive*."
6"The noise hit her first—the clamour of voices, the clink of glass, the low, rhythmic beat of something that might have been music."
7"Strings of flickering bulbs cast a sickly yellow glow over the crowd—figures in hooded cloaks, others in street clothes, all moving with the purpose of people who knew exactly where they were going."
8"One sold whispers—actual whispers, trapped in glass vials."
9"Another stall displayed weapons—guns that hummed with an unnatural energy, blades that seemed to drink in the light."
10"Between them lay a single object—a knife, its blade black as oil, its hilt wrapped in what looked like human hair."
11"Quinn turned just in time to see the figures closing in—hooded, faceless, their movements too smooth, too *wrong*."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1148
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount30
adverbRatio0.02613240418118467
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.0017421602787456446
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences98
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences98
mean12.28
std7.44
cv0.606
sampleLengths
016
115
221
33
43
524
626
721
86
911
1022
1112
1218
134
148
1518
1619
1726
183
193
209
2113
229
2310
2416
2519
2622
2715
282
292
3022
317
326
3313
3420
3512
3614
372
3810
398
4013
415
4223
4320
4419
4533
466
4715
4815
4916
41.84% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats8
diversityRatio0.29591836734693877
totalSentences98
uniqueOpeners29
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences85
matches
0"Then he bolted."
1"Then she saw it—a flicker"
2"Just a single, crude symbol"
ratio0.035
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount11
totalSentences85
matches
0"She vaulted over a stack"
1"She pushed harder, her lungs"
2"She knew the stories—every cop"
3"She pulled her torch from"
4"It swung inward without a"
5"She forced herself to keep"
6"She pressed it to her"
7"She cursed under her breath"
8"She followed, emerging into a"
9"It wasn’t the man she’d"
10"She ignored it."
ratio0.129
30.59% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount73
totalSentences85
matches
0"The neon sign above *The"
1"Detective Harlow Quinn’s boots splashed"
2"The suspect—lean, fast, and already"
3"Quinn didn’t hesitate."
4"She vaulted over a stack"
5"The radio crackled, static swallowing"
6"The alley opened into a"
7"She pushed harder, her lungs"
8"The rain had turned the"
9"Quinn followed, her shoulder brushing"
10"The passage spat her out"
11"The suspect was gone."
12"Quinn slowed, her pulse hammering"
13"The street was lined with"
14"A bone token, pale and"
15"*The Veil Market.*"
16"Quinn’s jaw tightened."
17"She knew the stories—every cop"
18"A black market that moved"
19"Things that *didn’t* exist, if"
ratio0.859
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences85
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences54
technicalSentenceCount11
matches
0"Ahead, the suspect ducked into a narrow passage between two buildings, the kind of place that smelled of urine and damp stone."
1"The street was lined with shuttered shops and boarded-up windows, the kind of place that swallowed people whole."
2"The torchlight caught glimpses of the walls—peeling paint, exposed pipes, the occasional flicker of something that might have been movement."
3"The noise hit her first—the clamour of voices, the clink of glass, the low, rhythmic beat of something that might have been music."
4"The air was thick with the scent of incense and something sharper, something that burned the back of her throat."
5"Strings of flickering bulbs cast a sickly yellow glow over the crowd—figures in hooded cloaks, others in street clothes, all moving with the purpose of people w…"
6"Jars of swirling liquid lined one stall, their contents shifting colours like oil on water."
7"Another displayed rows of knives, their blades etched with symbols that made Quinn’s vision swim."
8"She forced herself to keep walking, her hand resting on the grip of her baton."
9"A third had a sign that read *Cures for What Ails You*, the proprietor a gaunt woman with too many teeth."
10"The suspect was ahead, standing in front of a stall that seemed to shift in the dim light, its edges blurring like a mirage."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags1
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"The radio crackled, static swallowing her words as she skidded around the corner"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
75.9776%