Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTX4M8N6RB28ST2PQZSASJP

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Duration:
16.5s
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$0.001053
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Mistral

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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 bone token burned cold against Quinn’s palm as she skidded around the corner of Neal Street, her boots splashing through puddles that reflected the sickly green glow of the Raven’s Nest sign. The suspect—tall, lean, moving like a man who knew the city’s veins better than its arteries—had already vanished into the alley’s maw. But she’d seen the flash of his wrist as he’d ducked behind the dumpster, the glint of something metallic. A key? A weapon? Didn’t matter. She had his scent now. Rain needled her face, sharp as broken glass. The streetlights flickered, their halos bleeding into the downpour. Somewhere ahead, a car horn blared, followed by the screech of tires. She didn’t slow. Her lungs ached, but the burn was familiar, the kind that came from pushing too hard for too long. Eighteen years on the force had taught her one thing: hesitation got people killed. The alley stank of stale beer and something older, something that clung to the back of her throat like copper. She pressed her back against the damp brick, her fingers brushing the grip of her service pistol. No shots fired yet. Not yet. But the night had teeth, and she could feel them closing in. A whisper of movement. Not from the alley’s mouth, but from above. She tilted her head just in time to see a shadow detach itself from the fire escape. The suspect. He dropped the last few feet with the ease of a man who’d done it a hundred times before, landing in a crouch before springing toward the alley’s dead end. No exit. Just a rusted metal door, its paint peeling like sunburnt skin. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She lunged, her shoulder slamming into his ribs as he fumbled with the door’s lock. They hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs. He twisted beneath her, his elbow driving into her solar plexus. Pain exploded behind her ribs, but she clamped her thighs around his waist, her fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath his jaw. “Police,” she gasped. “You’re done.” He laughed. A wet, rattling sound. “You don’t know what you’re walking into, *detective*.” The way he said it—like her title was a joke, like she was the one out of her depth—made her skin prickle. She tightened her grip, her thumb pressing into the pulse point beneath his ear. “Then enlighten me.” His free hand shot up, something glinting between his fingers. A syringe. The needle pricked her neck before she could react, a cold sting that spread like ice water through her veins. Her vision swam. The alley tilted. “Fuck,” she slurred. He bucked her off, rolling to his feet with a grace that made her stomach clench. “Should’ve stayed in the light, Quinn.” She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn’t obey. The world blurred at the edges, the green neon of the Raven’s Nest sign bleeding into the rain like ink in water. The suspect knelt beside her, his breath hot against her ear. “They’ll find you down here. If you’re lucky, you’ll still be breathing.” Then he was gone, the metal door groaning open before slamming shut behind him. The lock clicked. Final. Irrevocable. Quinn dragged herself upright, her fingers scraping against the wet pavement. The syringe lay beside her, its contents spent. She didn’t recognize the liquid inside, but she knew poison when she saw it. Her watch—worn leather, the strap frayed from years of use—ticked against her wrist. 3:17 AM. The witching hour. Fitting. She staggered to the door, her palm slapping against the cold metal. Locked. Of course it was. But the suspect had gone through it. And if he could, so could she. Quinn pulled her lockpicks from her inner jacket pocket, her fingers numb but steady. The mechanism was old, the tumblers stiff with disuse. She worked quickly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, the alley’s silence broken only by the distant wail of a siren and the steady *drip-drip-drip* of water from a broken pipe. The lock gave with a satisfying *click*. She pushed the door open, the hinges protesting like a dying man’s last breath. Beyond it, a set of concrete stairs descended into darkness. The air that rushed up to meet her was thick, stale, laced with the scent of damp earth and something older. Something *wrong*. Quinn hesitated. This wasn’t her jurisdiction. The underground belonged to the rats and the roaches and the things that slithered in the dark. But the suspect had gone down there. And if he was running, it meant he had something to hide. She pulled her torch from her belt, the beam cutting through the black like a knife. The stairs spiraled downward, the walls slick with condensation. Graffiti tagged the concrete in jagged, unfamiliar symbols—no gang signs she recognized, no territorial marks. Just… *words*. Or maybe not words. Maybe warnings. Her boots echoed as she descended, each step sending a fresh jolt of pain through her ribs. The poison was still in her system, her muscles sluggish, her thoughts slow. But she’d been worse off before. She’d survive this. The stairs ended in a tunnel, the ceiling low enough that she had to duck. The beam of her torch flickered over rusted pipes and peeling posters advertising long-dead bands. The air was thicker here, pressing against her skin like a damp blanket. She could hear it now—the murmur of voices, the clink of glass, the low, rhythmic *thump-thump-thump* of a bassline that vibrated through the soles of her boots. The Veil Market. She’d heard the rumors, of course. Every cop had. A black market for the things that didn’t belong in the light. Enchanted goods. Banned alchemical substances. Information that could get a person killed. But she’d never believed it. Not really. Not until now. The tunnel opened into a cavernous space, the ceiling lost in shadow. Stalls lined the walls, their wares illuminated by flickering lanterns and strings of bare bulbs. A woman with skin like polished obsidian sold vials of iridescent liquid from a velvet-lined case. A man with too many teeth grinned as he sharpened a blade that hummed with an unnatural energy. And at the center of it all, a ring of figures stood around a table, their voices low and urgent. Quinn’s grip tightened on her torch. She wasn’t armed for this. Not really. But she’d come this far. She stepped forward, her boots scuffing against the uneven ground. The murmur of voices died. Heads turned. Eyes—some human, some not—locked onto her. A man detached himself from the crowd, his movements fluid, predatory. He was tall, his skin the color of old parchment, his eyes a piercing, unnatural gold. A smile curved his lips, sharp as a blade. “Detective Quinn,” he said, his voice like honey laced with arsenic. “We’ve been expecting you.” She didn’t lower her torch. “Where is he?” The man tilted his head, his smile widening. “Who?” “The man who came down here. Tall. Lean. Moves like he’s got something to hide.” A ripple of laughter passed through the crowd. The man’s golden eyes gleamed. “Ah. *Tomás*.” He gestured to the table at the center of the room. “He’s right over there. Though I doubt he’ll be much use to you now.” Quinn’s stomach twisted. She pushed past the man, her torch beam cutting through the gloom. The table came into view, and with it, the body sprawled across its surface. Tomás Herrera. His dark curls were matted with blood, his olive skin pale as wax. A knife protruded from his chest, its hilt wrapped in what looked like human hair. His warm brown eyes were open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Quinn’s breath caught. She knew that face. Knew the scar running along his left forearm, the Saint Christopher medallion glinting at his throat. She’d seen his file a hundred times. Former paramedic. Off-the-books medical care for the city’s supernatural underbelly. A man who walked the line between light and dark, who knew too much and said too little. And now he was dead. She reached out, her fingers brushing the medallion. It was warm. Too warm. Like it had been pressed against living flesh moments before. “He was asking questions,” the man with golden eyes said, his voice close behind her. “Dangerous ones.” Quinn turned, her torch beam flickering over his face. “What kind of questions?” The man’s smile didn’t waver. “The kind that get men like him killed.” She looked back at Tomás’s body. At the knife in his chest. At the way his fingers were curled, like he’d been reaching for something. Or someone. “Who did this?” she asked, her voice low. The man chuckled. “Now, detective. You know better than to ask questions down here.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “The real question is… what are *you* willing to do to find out?” Quinn’s hand twitched toward her pistol. But she didn’t draw it. Not yet. Because the man was right. She *did* know better. And she was already in too deep.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags7
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences21
tagDensity0.333
leniency0.667
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
90.26% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1540
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"quickly"
count1
1
adverb"really"
count2
highlights
0"quickly"
1"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)
41.56% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1540
totalAiIsms18
found
0
word"maw"
count1
1
word"glint"
count1
2
word"flickered"
count2
3
word"familiar"
count1
4
word"could feel"
count1
5
word"whisper"
count1
6
word"pulse"
count1
7
word"glinting"
count2
8
word"stomach"
count2
9
word"silence"
count1
10
word"echoed"
count1
11
word"rhythmic"
count1
12
word"vibrated"
count1
13
word"velvet"
count1
14
word"gloom"
count1
highlights
0"maw"
1"glint"
2"flickered"
3"familiar"
4"could feel"
5"whisper"
6"pulse"
7"glinting"
8"stomach"
9"silence"
10"echoed"
11"rhythmic"
12"vibrated"
13"velvet"
14"gloom"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences157
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences157
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences171
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen33
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans9
markdownWords9
totalWords1527
ratio0.006
matches
0"detective"
1"drip-drip-drip"
2"click"
3"wrong"
4"words"
5"thump-thump-thump"
6"Tomás"
7"you"
8"did"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions9
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions23
wordCount1407
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity0.71
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Quinn10
Neal1
Street1
Raven2
Nest2
Veil1
Market1
Herrera1
Saint1
Christopher1
Tomás2
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Raven"
2"Herrera"
3"Saint"
4"Christopher"
5"Tomás"
places
0"Neal"
1"Street"
globalScore1
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences93
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"looked like human hair"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.655
wordCount1527
matches
0"Not from the alley’s mouth, but from above"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences171
matches
0"knew that face"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs49
mean31.16
std23.24
cv0.746
sampleLengths
01
185
265
355
474
570
614
739
838
93
1022
1154
1219
1352
1431
1562
167
1747
1842
1948
2039
2170
223
2343
2481
2518
2623
2736
2815
298
309
3115
3240
3329
342
3539
3658
375
3823
3917
4013
4113
4227
438
4436
4513
465
474
487
96.32% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount4
totalSentences157
matches
0"was gone"
1"were matted"
2"been pressed"
3"were curled"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs218
matches
0"was running"
42.61% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount10
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences6
totalSentences171
ratio0.035
matches
0"The suspect—tall, lean, moving like a man who knew the city’s veins better than its arteries—had already vanished into the alley’s maw."
1"The way he said it—like her title was a joke, like she was the one out of her depth—made her skin prickle."
2"Her watch—worn leather, the strap frayed from years of use—ticked against her wrist."
3"Graffiti tagged the concrete in jagged, unfamiliar symbols—no gang signs she recognized, no territorial marks."
4"She could hear it now—the murmur of voices, the clink of glass, the low, rhythmic *thump-thump-thump* of a bassline that vibrated through the soles of her boots."
5"Eyes—some human, some not—locked onto her."
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1421
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"suspect—tall, lean, moving like"
adverbCount37
adverbRatio0.026038001407459536
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.0049261083743842365
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences171
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences171
mean8.92
std6.6
cv0.74
sampleLengths
033
122
219
32
42
52
65
78
89
912
103
1119
1214
1320
1417
154
162
1712
184
198
2017
212
2230
232
2411
253
2615
2713
2811
2923
303
312
322
334
348
3522
3614
373
3810
392
4020
413
423
433
4416
456
469
4722
4811
4912
52.63% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats10
diversityRatio0.3508771929824561
totalSentences171
uniqueOpeners60
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences128
matches
0"Somewhere ahead, a car horn"
1"Just a rusted metal door,"
2"Then he was gone, the"
3"Of course it was."
ratio0.031
91.88% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount41
totalSentences128
matches
0"She had his scent now."
1"She didn’t slow."
2"Her lungs ached, but the"
3"She pressed her back against"
4"She tilted her head just"
5"He dropped the last few"
6"She lunged, her shoulder slamming"
7"They hit the ground hard,"
8"He twisted beneath her, his"
9"She tightened her grip, her"
10"His free hand shot up,"
11"Her vision swam."
12"He bucked her off, rolling"
13"She tried to stand, but"
14"She didn’t recognize the liquid"
15"Her watch—worn leather, the strap"
16"She staggered to the door,"
17"She worked quickly, her breath"
18"She pushed the door open,"
19"She pulled her torch from"
ratio0.32
81.09% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount97
totalSentences128
matches
0"The bone token burned cold"
1"The suspect—tall, lean, moving like"
2"She had his scent now."
3"Rain needled her face, sharp"
4"The streetlights flickered, their halos"
5"She didn’t slow."
6"Her lungs ached, but the"
7"The alley stank of stale"
8"She pressed her back against"
9"A whisper of movement."
10"She tilted her head just"
11"He dropped the last few"
12"Quinn didn’t hesitate."
13"She lunged, her shoulder slamming"
14"They hit the ground hard,"
15"He twisted beneath her, his"
16"Pain exploded behind her ribs,"
17"A wet, rattling sound."
18"The way he said it—like"
19"She tightened her grip, her"
ratio0.758
39.06% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences128
matches
0"Because the man was right."
ratio0.008
29.48% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences63
technicalSentenceCount10
matches
0"The bone token burned cold against Quinn’s palm as she skidded around the corner of Neal Street, her boots splashing through puddles that reflected the sickly g…"
1"The suspect—tall, lean, moving like a man who knew the city’s veins better than its arteries—had already vanished into the alley’s maw."
2"Her lungs ached, but the burn was familiar, the kind that came from pushing too hard for too long."
3"The alley stank of stale beer and something older, something that clung to the back of her throat like copper."
4"He dropped the last few feet with the ease of a man who’d done it a hundred times before, landing in a crouch before springing toward the alley’s dead end."
5"He bucked her off, rolling to his feet with a grace that made her stomach clench."
6"The air that rushed up to meet her was thick, stale, laced with the scent of damp earth and something older."
7"She could hear it now—the murmur of voices, the clink of glass, the low, rhythmic *thump-thump-thump* of a bassline that vibrated through the soles of her boots…"
8"A man with too many teeth grinned as he sharpened a blade that hummed with an unnatural energy."
9"A man who walked the line between light and dark, who knew too much and said too little."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags7
uselessAdditionCount3
matches
0"golden eyes said, his voice close behind her"
1"she asked, her voice low"
2"He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear"
54.76% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags5
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"she gasped (gasp)"
1"she slurred (slur)"
dialogueSentences21
tagDensity0.238
leniency0.476
rawRatio0.4
effectiveRatio0.19
83.7884%