Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTYEPEC39A3PGGG4WJ59VR4

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1m 47s
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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4417" name="Tomás Herrera" aliases="Tommy, Tomás, Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Support"> <eyeColor>warm brown</eyeColor> <hair>short curly dark brown</hair> <height>5'10"</height> <age>29</age> <skinTone>olive skin</skinTone> <scar>scar running along his left forearm from a knife attack</scar> <medallion>Saint Christopher medallion around his neck</medallion> <birthplace>Seville, Spain</birthplace> <description>A former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique.</description> <backstory>Born in Seville, Spain. He moved to London to work for the NHS but lost his license after administering unauthorized treatments to supernatural patients.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the thriller genre. A detective is pursuing a suspect through rain-soaked city streets at night. The chase takes them from the street level down into an underground market. The detective must decide whether to follow the suspect into unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territory. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
Watersurged over Harlow's boot-tops, soaking through her socks instantly. She ignored the cold, keeping her eyes locked on the grey hood darting through the rain-slicked alleyway behind Covent Garden. The suspect vaulted a stack of wooden pallets like a frightened rabbit, his trainers scrabbling for purchase on the wet brickwork. Harlow hit the obstacle with far less grace but significantly more momentum. Her shoulder slammed into the wood, sending a splintered shockwave through her arm, but she cleared it. She landed in a puddle, the dirty water splashing up her coat, and kept moving. Eighteen years on the Force had taught her that pain was just data. Data you ignored until the shift ended. "Stop! Metropolitan Police!" Her voice boomed, swallowed instantly by the drumming rain and the distant thrum of London traffic. The boy—he was just a boy, really—didn't even look back. He veered sharp left around a corner, disappearing into the claustrophobic maze of Camden's backstreets. Harlow skidded around the bend, her boots losing traction on the cobblestones. She corrected her balance, fighting the centrifugal force that tried to plant her face against a brick wall. The alley here was narrower, choked with overflowing bins and the reek of rotting vegetables. The suspect was slowing down. He was fighting for breath, his chest heaving visibly under the soaked fabric of his hoodie. He reached a dead end. A high brick wall blocked the path, covered in graffiti that glowed dully under the flickering light of a failing streetlamp. Except it wasn't a dead end. The boy dropped to his knees, scrambling at a metal grate set into the pavement. It looked like a standard Victorian drain cover, heavy and rusted shut. He gripped the iron bars with both hands and heaved. To Harlow's surprise, the metal screeched aside, revealing a dark, gaping mouth beneath the city. He paused for a fraction of a second, looking back. His eyes were wide, white-rimmed with panic. Then he dropped into the darkness. Harlow reached the hole a moment later. She peered over the edge. A rusted ladder led down into gloom. No light. No sound of footsteps hitting concrete. Just the faint, sickly smell of ozone and something else. Copper. Old blood. She checked her wrist. Her leather watch was speckled with rain. 23:14 hours. protocol stated: wait for backup. Secure the perimeter. Call for the armed unit if the suspect was believed dangerous. But backup was five minutes out, and this boy had been carrying a bag that weighed far more than a stolen laptop should. He had moved with the desperate energy of someone who knew what waited for him if he stopped. Harlow holstered her weapon. If she went down there with a gun drawn in the dark, she'd likely shoot a rat or a gas pipe. She swung a leg over the opening, gripped the cold, slick rungs of the ladder, and descended. The air grew warmer as she climbed down. The smell of the rain vanished, replaced by the scent of incense, damp wool, and unwashed bodies. The tunnel stretched out before her, illuminated by flickering strip lights that buzzed like angry hornets. She started to run. Her footsteps echoed, metallic and loud against the concrete floor. Ahead, the tunnel opened up. The sound of the city faded, replaced by a low, rhythmic thumping bass. Voices. Hundreds of them. Harlow slowed as she approached the opening, pressing her back against the curved brick wall. She reached the edge and peered around. She had expected an abandoned Tube station. Maybe a squat for homeless addicts. What she saw defied every briefing she had ever read. The Veil Market. It sprawled out beneath the Camden arches, a cavernous space carved from the earth and forgotten by the city planners above. Stalls constructed from scrap metal and old doors lined the central walkway. But they weren't selling knock-off watches or counterfeit clothing. Harlow stared. A stall to her left displayed jars filled with shifting, coloured smoke. Another sold cages containing birds that looked like they had been plucked from a nightmare, their feathers replaced by quills that writhed independently. The crowd was a patchwork of the impossible. A woman with skin the texture of polished malachite haggled over a jar of eyes. A man, tall and thin, his neck elongated unnaturally, paid for a pouch of powder with a coin that turned to mist in the vendor's hand. Her heart hammered against her ribs. This was the clique's playground. The rumours, the whisperings in the station canteen about the 'weird stuff'—it was all real. She spotted the boy. He was running towards a stall at the far end of the market, guarded by heavy curtains. Harlow pushed off the wall. She moved differently now. The military precision returned, her steps lighter, her posture coiled. She weaved through the crowd, keeping her head down. The air was thick, tasting of ash and sugar. The boy reached the curtained stall and vaulted over the counter. Harlow broke into a sprint. "Police!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the ambient noise. "Stop right there!" The reaction wasn't what she expected. The crowd didn't scatter or scream. They stopped. As one, hundreds of heads turned. Dozens of eyes—some glowing, some pupil-less—locked onto her. The silence spread like a contagion, rushing outwards from her position until the entire market held its breath. The boy behind the counter froze. Harlow ignored them. She kept her eyes on the target. She reached the stall, grabbed the boy by the hood, and slammed him down onto the counter top. "On the floor. Now!" She wrenched his arms behind his back. He didn't fight. He was trembling, his face pressed against the wood. "Detective Quinn." The voice came from behind the curtains. Deep, calm, with a lilt of Spanish warmth that felt entirely out of place. Harlow looked up. The curtains parted. A man stepped out. He wore a loose linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms mapped with veins and old scars. A St Christopher medallion glinted against his olive skin. Tomás Herrera. The Met's files listed him as a discharged paramedic, a loose end tied to a gang of underground healers. "You're a long way from Kensington," Harlow said, tightening her grip on the boy's wrist. She clicked the cuffs shut. The metal ratcheted loudly in the sudden silence. Tomás leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. He didn't look alarmed. He looked tired. "And you, Detective, are disturbing the peace." "This little thief," Harlow jerked her head at the boy, "lifted a bag from a crime scene in Soho. Contents unknown. I want to know what's inside." Tomás glanced at the burlap sack the boy had dropped on the counter. It was stained dark. "That isn't evidence," Tomás said softly. "It's medicine." "Open it." "Harlow." He used her first name. A deliberate provocation. "Go back up the ladder. Forget you saw the lights. Forget the boy." "I don't take orders from civilians, Herrera. Especially ones practicing medicine without a license in a sewer." Tomás sighed. He pushed off the frame and walked towards the counter. He didn't move like a thug. He moved with the easy confidence of a man who had patched up knife wounds and gunshot scars in the back of ambulances for years. "The Veil protects its own, Quinn. You know that. You've seen the files on DS Morris." Harlow froze. The mention of her dead partner hit her like a physical blow. Her knuckles whitened on the boy's shoulder. "Don't you dare talk about him." "He died because he stepped where he shouldn't have," Tomás said, his voice dropping an octave. "Just like you are doing now." He reached for the bag. Harlow drew her service weapon in a blur of motion. She leveled it at Tomás's chest. The crowd gasped, a collective intake of breath that sounded like wind rushing through a tunnel. "Step back," Harlow commanded. Her hand was steady. "Hands where I can see them." Tomás stopped. He looked at the gun, then up at her eyes. His brown eyes were sad. "You don't bring iron here, Detective. It's rude." "I said step back." "You're in a room full of people who can snap your fingers like twigs before you can pull that trigger," Tomás said. "And yet, I'm the only one trying to save you." Harlow risked a glance at the crowd. They hadn't attacked. They were watching. Waiting. Predators assessing a threat. "Open the bag," she repeated. Tomás held her gaze for a long second. Then, slowly, he undid the drawstring of the burlap sack. He reached inside and pulled out a glass vial. The liquid inside was viscous, black as oil, yet it swirled with a faint, internal light. "Boiled banshee tears," Tomás said, placing it gently on the counter. "To stop the bleeding in a lung that regular doctors can't reach. The boy stole it to save his sister." Harlow stared at the vial. The light caught her eye, drawing her in. It pulsed. "Magic," she whispered, the word tasting like ash. "Pharmaceuticals," Tomás corrected. "Just the kind you don't regulate." A heavy thud echoed from the tunnel entrance. The crowd turned. Harlow twisted her head, keeping the gun trained on Tomás but looking back towards the way she came. A shadow detached itself from the darkness of the tunnel. It was big. Bigger than a man. It moved on four legs, its claws clicking sharply against the stone floor. It had the shape of a dog, but its fur was matted with moss and bones, and its jaws opened too wide, revealing rows of serrated teeth that glowed with heat. The creature blocked the exit. Harlow's pulse spiked. She looked back at Tomás. He wasn't looking at her anymore. He was looking at the beast, a frown creasing his forehead. "Tomás?" The boy on the counter whimpered. "That's a Grim Hound. Who let a Grim Hound in?" "Security," Tomás muttered. "Someone tripped the ward." He looked at Harlow. "Still want to arrest the thief, Detective? Or do you want to live through the next five minutes?" The beast roared, a sound that vibrated in Harlow's teeth. It lowered its head, locking its burning eyes onto her. It began to charge.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags13
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"Tomás said softly [softly]"
dialogueSentences35
tagDensity0.371
leniency0.743
rawRatio0.077
effectiveRatio0.057
85.52% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1726
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"really"
count1
1
adverb"softly"
count1
2
adverb"slowly"
count1
3
adverb"gently"
count1
4
adverb"sharply"
count1
highlights
0"really"
1"softly"
2"slowly"
3"gently"
4"sharply"
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)
56.55% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1726
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"standard"
count1
1
word"gloom"
count1
2
word"footsteps"
count2
3
word"echoed"
count2
4
word"rhythmic"
count1
5
word"constructed"
count1
6
word"silence"
count2
7
word"lilt"
count1
8
word"warmth"
count1
9
word"pulsed"
count1
10
word"pulse"
count1
11
word"vibrated"
count1
highlights
0"standard"
1"gloom"
2"footsteps"
3"echoed"
4"rhythmic"
5"constructed"
6"silence"
7"lilt"
8"warmth"
9"pulsed"
10"pulse"
11"vibrated"
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
emotionTells1
narrationSentences169
matches
0"d with panic"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences169
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
1"started to"
2"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences190
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen31
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1718
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
33.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions53
wordCount1474
uniqueNames16
maxNameDensity1.56
worstName"Harlow"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Tomás"
discoveredNames
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Covent1
Garden1
Force1
London1
Camden2
Victorian1
Tube1
Veil1
Market1
Spanish1
St1
Christopher1
Herrera1
Met1
Tomás15
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Force"
2"Camden"
3"Market"
4"Herrera"
5"Met"
6"Tomás"
places
0"Covent"
1"Garden"
2"London"
3"St"
4"Christopher"
globalScore0.72
windowScore0.333
57.41% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences108
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"chest heaving visibly under the soaked fa"
1"looked like a standard Victorian drain co"
2"looked like they had been plucked from a"
3"sounded like wind rushing through a tunnel"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1718
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences190
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs75
mean22.91
std17.68
cv0.772
sampleLengths
050
164
23
341
445
553
652
723
840
913
1060
1142
1241
1336
1422
1513
1610
173
1842
1986
2026
2121
2237
2311
245
2513
2646
276
2828
294
3019
312
3221
336
3452
3528
3615
377
3827
3917
408
412
4222
4317
4443
4516
4621
476
4822
495
96.96% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount4
totalSentences169
matches
0"was speckled"
1"was believed"
2"been plucked"
3"was matted"
8.15% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount8
totalVerbs278
matches
0"was slowing"
1"was fighting"
2"weren't selling"
3"was running"
4"was trembling"
5"were watching"
6"wasn't looking"
7"was looking"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount4
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences2
totalSentences190
ratio0.011
matches
0"The boy—he was just a boy, really—didn't even look back."
1"Dozens of eyes—some glowing, some pupil-less—locked onto her."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount935
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount25
adverbRatio0.026737967914438502
lyAdverbCount12
lyAdverbRatio0.012834224598930482
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences190
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences190
mean9.04
std6.05
cv0.669
sampleLengths
09
120
221
312
417
515
613
77
83
916
1010
1115
1212
1318
1415
155
1616
175
1821
196
2015
2112
2210
2315
2410
257
266
277
285
297
302
316
3210
331
342
354
367
372
385
393
4011
4123
4218
434
4421
4517
468
4717
4816
494
41.75% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats19
diversityRatio0.3105263157894737
totalSentences190
uniqueOpeners59
88.30% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences151
matches
0"Then he dropped into the"
1"Just the faint, sickly smell"
2"Maybe a squat for homeless"
3"Then, slowly, he undid the"
ratio0.026
58.41% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount61
totalSentences151
matches
0"She ignored the cold, keeping"
1"Her shoulder slammed into the"
2"She landed in a puddle,"
3"Her voice boomed, swallowed instantly"
4"He veered sharp left around"
5"She corrected her balance, fighting"
6"He was fighting for breath,"
7"He reached a dead end."
8"It looked like a standard"
9"He gripped the iron bars"
10"He paused for a fraction"
11"His eyes were wide, white-rimmed"
12"She peered over the edge."
13"She checked her wrist."
14"Her leather watch was speckled"
15"He had moved with the"
16"She swung a leg over"
17"She started to run."
18"Her footsteps echoed, metallic and"
19"She reached the edge and"
ratio0.404
19.60% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount133
totalSentences151
matches
0"Watersurged over Harlow's boot-tops, soaking"
1"She ignored the cold, keeping"
2"The suspect vaulted a stack"
3"Harlow hit the obstacle with"
4"Her shoulder slammed into the"
5"She landed in a puddle,"
6"Data you ignored until the"
7"Her voice boomed, swallowed instantly"
8"The boy—he was just a"
9"He veered sharp left around"
10"Harlow skidded around the bend,"
11"She corrected her balance, fighting"
12"The alley here was narrower,"
13"The suspect was slowing down."
14"He was fighting for breath,"
15"He reached a dead end."
16"A high brick wall blocked"
17"The boy dropped to his"
18"It looked like a standard"
19"He gripped the iron bars"
ratio0.881
66.23% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences151
matches
0"To Harlow's surprise, the metal"
1"If she went down there"
ratio0.013
74.83% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences63
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"She corrected her balance, fighting the centrifugal force that tried to plant her face against a brick wall."
1"He was fighting for breath, his chest heaving visibly under the soaked fabric of his hoodie."
2"A high brick wall blocked the path, covered in graffiti that glowed dully under the flickering light of a failing streetlamp."
3"Another sold cages containing birds that looked like they had been plucked from a nightmare, their feathers replaced by quills that writhed independently."
4"Harlow twisted her head, keeping the gun trained on Tomás but looking back towards the way she came."
5"It lowered its head, locking its burning eyes onto her."
48.08% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags13
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"she shouted, her voice cutting through the ambient noise"
1"Tomás said, his voice dropping an octave"
7.14% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags10
fancyCount5
fancyTags
0"she shouted (shout)"
1"she repeated (repeat)"
2"she whispered (whisper)"
3"Tomás corrected (correct)"
4"Tomás muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences35
tagDensity0.286
leniency0.571
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.286
78.0753%