Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTYRJC06AVJ8ZFKCHEZY02F

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Duration:
19.4s
Cost:
$0.007729
Provider:
Google AI Studio

Model input

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 heavy glass jar of pickled eyeballs shattered against the brickwork an inch from Harlow’s ear. Vinegar and brine sprayed her face, stinging her eyes with a sharp, medicinal burn. "Stop! Police!" The suspect didn't even flinch. He vaulted over a display of rusted iron birdcages, his boots clattering against the damp cobblestones of the Camden alleyway. Harlow wiped the fluid from her cheek, her salt-and-pepper hair plastered to her skull. She didn't reach for her radio. In this part of the borough, the air felt thick, humming with a frequency that turned digital signals into static. The man she was chasing—a thin, twitching informant known only as Finch—turned a sharp corner toward the mouth of an abandoned Tube station. This wasn't a standard Underground entrance. The iron gates were rusted shut, wrapped in chains that looked as though they hadn't been touched since the Blitz. Yet, as Finch approached, he tossed a small, white object at the padlock. A dull click echoed. The chains slithered away like dying snakes. Harlow skidded around the corner, her leather watch strap digging into her wrist as she braced against the cold wall. She saw the flash of Finch’s heels disappearing into the dark maw of the stairwell. "Damn it." She reached the gate just as it began to groan shut. She wedged her heavy duty torch between the bars, the metal biting into the casing, and kicked the gap wide enough to squeeze through. The air inside changed instantly. The smell of rain and wet rubbish vanished, replaced by the cloying, sweet scent of incense, scorched ozone, and something deeper—the metallic tang of old blood. The stairs were steep, descending into a darkness that swallowed her torch beam. After thirty steps, the silence broke. A low, rhythmic throb vibrated through the soles of her boots. It sounded like a heartbeat, or perhaps a massive engine buried in the tectonic plates. Harlow reached the bottom and stopped. The abandoned platform wasn't empty. It was a riot of flickering lanterns and neon signs that glowed in impossible colours—violet, deep ochre, and a shimmering, oily black. This was the Veil Market. The vaulted ceilings of the station were draped in tattered silks, and the tracks—long stripped of their electrified rails—were now a bustling thoroughfare of stalls constructed from dragon bone and reclaimed driftwood. Strange figures moved between the stalls. A man with skin the colour of a bruised plum bargained over a tray of shimmering blue moths. A woman draped in furs that seemed to still be twitching whispered to a bird with three eyes. Harlow kept her hand on the grip of her baton, her sharp jaw set tight. She looked for the flash of Finch’s yellow windbreaker. There. He was darting past a stall draped in distinctive green neon, weaving through a crowd of entities that didn't leave shadows on the floor. "Make way! Official police business!" A massive figure, seven feet tall and wrapped in bandages that wept a golden fluid, stepped into her path. It didn't speak, but the air around it grew cold enough to frost Harlow’s breath. "Out of the way, mate. I'm not in the mood." The figure leaned down, its face a featureless mask of linen. Harlow didn't blink. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, jagged piece of ivory. A bone token. She’d confiscated it from a crime scene six months ago, never quite sure why she’d kept it off the evidence log. The bandaged giant recoiled, a low hiss escaping its chest. It stepped aside. Harlow pushed forward, the market closing in around her. The sheer sensory overload was a physical weight. The clatter of wooden charms, the smell of roasting meat that smelled suspiciously like pork but wasn't, the heat of alchemical fires. She passed a stall where a man in a tattered NHS tunic was tending to a patient. She stopped. The man had short curly dark brown hair and olive skin that looked sallow under the artificial lanterns. A Saint Christopher medallion swung rhythmically from his neck as he stitched a wound on a creature that looked like a cross between a man and a lizard. "Herrera?" Tomás looked up, his warm brown eyes widening in recognition. He didn't drop the needle, but his posture went rigid. The scar on his forearm stood out white against his skin. "Detective Quinn. You're a long way from the station." "I'm chasing a runner. Yellow coat. Twitchy." Tomás pointed a steady finger toward the far end of the platform, where the tunnel narrowed into the deep dark. "Finch? He just bought a one-way ticket to the Lower Depths. If he gets past the Black Shuck’s territory, you’ll never find him." "Then I'm not stopping for a chat, Tomás. Why are you here? I thought you were laying low after the licensing board hearing." "People need help, Harlow. Even the ones who don't exist on your maps. You shouldn't be here. The air is different today. Tense." "The air is always tense when a killer is on the loose. Did Finch have it?" Tomás went back to his stitching, his movements precise. "The silver box? He was clutching it like a rosary. Whatever is inside that thing is screaming, Detective. I can hear it from here." "I don't hear anything but a headache." "That’s because you’re still trying to be a cop. Try being a hunter." Harlow didn't respond. She broke into a jog, dodging a merchant selling jars of bottled whispers. The platform ended abruptly, the transition from the market’s lights to the raw tunnel hitting her like a physical blow. The track bed was slick with a black, viscous grease. She saw Finch. He was fifty yards ahead, his torchlight dancing erratically against the soot-covered walls. He stumbled, falling hard against the tunnel side. "Give it up, Finch! There's nowhere to go!" Finch scrambled to his feet, his face pale and slick with sweat. He looked terrified, but not of her. He kept glancing at the shadows behind him, the ones that seemed to be stretching and lengthening of their own accord. "You don't understand, Quinn! They're coming for the toll! I don't have enough!" "The toll for what?" "For the crossing! He’s waiting! The one who took your partner!" Harlow froze. The name of DS Morris hadn't been mentioned in an official capacity for years. The file was closed. Accidental death. Drowning in an empty room. "What did you say?" "Morris! He didn't just die, Harlow! He was traded!" Finch lunged forward, but the tunnel seemed to ripple. A low growl, more felt than heard, rumbled through the earth. From the darkness behind Finch, two eyes ignited. They were the size of dinner plates, glowing with a malevolent, burning orange light. The Black Shuck. The massive hound stepped into the faint light of Harlow’s torch. It was a nightmare of matted black fur and teeth like obsidian shards. It didn't bark. It just breathed, a sound like gravel in a blender. Finch screamed, fumbling with the silver box in his hands. He tried to offer it forward, his hands shaking so violently the metal clattered. "Take it! It’s the soul of a high priest! Just let me through!" The beast didn't move for the box. It looked past Finch, its burning eyes locking onto Harlow. Harlow drew her service weapon, though she knew lead was a joke down here. She felt the weight of her leather watch, the ticking of the seconds felt like hammer strikes against her wrist. "Finch, get behind me." "It wants a life, Quinn! One life for the passage!" Finch didn't look at her. He looked at the box, then at the hound, then back at the tunnel behind him. With a desperate, animal yelp, he didn't run away from the beast. He ran toward it, trying to slide past its massive flank. The hound moved with a speed that defied its size. A single, massive paw swiped out, catching Finch mid-stride. There was no crunch of bone, just a sickening, hollow pop as Finch disappeared into a cloud of black smoke and tattered yellow nylon. The silver box clattered to the grease-slicked ground, sliding to a halt five feet in front of Harlow. The Shuck turned its head. It sniffed the air, its nostrils flaring. It stepped over the remnants of Finch’s soul and began to walk toward her, its claws clicking against the metal tracks. Harlow didn't retreat. She reached down, her fingers grazing the cold, etched surface of the silver box. The moment her skin touched the metal, a scream erupted in her mind—a thousand voices crying out in a language of salt and stars. The hound stopped. It bared its teeth, a low, guttural vibration shaking Harlow’s very teeth. "You want this?" Harlow held the box up, her voice steady despite the sweat stinging her eyes. "Come and get it." The beast lunged. Harlow didn't fire. She threw the box—not at the hound, but at a cluster of exposed, humming power cables she’d spotted hanging from the ceiling. The silver met the copper. A blinding arc of blue electricity exploded through the tunnel. The scent of ozone turned into a deafening roar of light. The Shuck vanished in the discharge, a howl of pure agony echoing through the hollows of the earth. Harlow was thrown back, her head slamming against the concrete. Her vision blurred, stars dancing in the dark. As she struggled to sit up, the smell of burnt hair filling her lungs, she realized the market had gone silent. From the shadows of the tunnel ahead, a figure stepped out. It wasn't Finch. It wasn't the hound. It was a man in a well-tailored suit that looked entirely too clean for the London underground. He picked up the silver box, which remained miraculously unscratched. "Impressive," the man said, his voice as smooth as velvet. "But you really shouldn't play with other people's property, Detective." He looked at her, and Harlow felt the blood in her veins begin to turn to ice. "Who are you?" "The one who's going to tell you what really happened to DS Morris. If you're brave enough to follow." He turned and walked into the absolute darkness of the tunnel. Harlow gripped her torch, the light flickering and dying. She looked back toward the market, toward the safety of the lights and Tomás, then back into the abyss. A scream echoed from the deep—a human scream, one she hadn't heard in three years. She didn't hesitate. She stepped into the dark. Behind her, the gates to the Veil Market slammed shut with a finality that sounded like a tomb closing.
created_at"2026-02-19T12:42:25.543Z" 2/19/2026, 12:42:25 PM
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags2
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences29
tagDensity0.069
leniency0.138
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
91.67% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1800
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"very"
count1
1
adverb"really"
count2
highlights
0"very"
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)
50.00% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1800
totalAiIsms18
found
0
word"shattered"
count1
1
word"standard"
count1
2
word"echoed"
count2
3
word"maw"
count1
4
word"silence"
count1
5
word"rhythmic"
count1
6
word"throb"
count1
7
word"vibrated"
count1
8
word"constructed"
count1
9
word"weight"
count2
10
word"depths"
count1
11
word"dancing"
count2
12
word"etched"
count1
13
word"echoing"
count1
14
word"velvet"
count1
highlights
0"shattered"
1"standard"
2"echoed"
3"maw"
4"silence"
5"rhythmic"
6"throb"
7"vibrated"
8"constructed"
9"weight"
10"depths"
11"dancing"
12"etched"
13"echoing"
14"velvet"
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
narrationSentences127
matches
0"looked terrified"
41.62% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount7
narrationSentences127
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"began to"
1"seemed to"
2"tried to"
3"begin to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences154
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen34
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1784
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions8
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
66.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions56
wordCount1503
uniqueNames15
maxNameDensity1.4
worstName"Harlow"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Harlow"
discoveredNames
Harlow21
Camden1
Finch15
Tube1
Underground1
Blitz1
Veil2
Market2
Saint1
Christopher1
Morris1
Black1
Shuck3
London1
Tomás4
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Finch"
2"Market"
3"Saint"
4"Christopher"
5"Morris"
6"Shuck"
7"Tomás"
places
0"Veil"
1"London"
globalScore0.801
windowScore0.667
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences98
glossingSentenceCount6
matches
0"sounded like a heartbeat, or perhaps a mas"
1"furs that seemed to still be twitching whispered to a bird with three eyes"
2"looked like a cross between a man and a l"
3"ones that seemed to be stretching and lengthening of their own accord"
4"felt like hammer strikes against her wr"
5"sounded like a tomb closing"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.561
wordCount1784
matches
0"not at the hound, but at a cluster of exposed, humming power cables she’d spotted"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences154
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs75
mean23.79
std17.21
cv0.724
sampleLengths
030
12
265
362
411
535
62
766
845
96
1064
1142
1249
135
1434
1510
1652
1713
1856
1948
201
2131
229
237
2420
2523
2623
2723
2816
299
3024
317
3213
3346
3424
358
3640
3713
384
3911
4027
414
429
4342
443
4537
4624
4713
4817
4934
94.21% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount4
totalSentences127
matches
0"were rusted"
1"been touched"
2"were draped"
3"been mentioned"
4"was thrown"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs248
matches
0"was chasing"
1"was darting"
2"was tending"
12.99% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount9
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences7
totalSentences154
ratio0.045
matches
0"The man she was chasing—a thin, twitching informant known only as Finch—turned a sharp corner toward the mouth of an abandoned Tube station."
1"The smell of rain and wet rubbish vanished, replaced by the cloying, sweet scent of incense, scorched ozone, and something deeper—the metallic tang of old blood."
2"It was a riot of flickering lanterns and neon signs that glowed in impossible colours—violet, deep ochre, and a shimmering, oily black."
3"The vaulted ceilings of the station were draped in tattered silks, and the tracks—long stripped of their electrified rails—were now a bustling thoroughfare of stalls constructed from dragon bone and reclaimed driftwood."
4"The moment her skin touched the metal, a scream erupted in her mind—a thousand voices crying out in a language of salt and stars."
5"She threw the box—not at the hound, but at a cluster of exposed, humming power cables she’d spotted hanging from the ceiling."
6"A scream echoed from the deep—a human scream, one she hadn't heard in three years."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1518
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount32
adverbRatio0.021080368906455864
lyAdverbCount11
lyAdverbRatio0.007246376811594203
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences154
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences154
mean11.58
std6.78
cv0.585
sampleLengths
016
114
22
35
420
514
66
720
823
96
1020
1113
124
137
1420
1515
162
1711
1824
195
2026
2113
226
2311
2415
256
265
2722
285
2932
306
3118
3218
3315
349
351
3624
375
3819
3915
4010
4111
423
4314
443
4521
4610
473
489
498
37.01% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats20
diversityRatio0.2792207792207792
totalSentences154
uniqueOpeners43
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences123
matches(empty)
ratio0
73.66% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount45
totalSentences123
matches
0"He vaulted over a display"
1"She didn't reach for her"
2"She saw the flash of"
3"She reached the gate just"
4"She wedged her heavy duty"
5"It sounded like a heartbeat,"
6"It was a riot of"
7"She looked for the flash"
8"He was darting past a"
9"It didn't speak, but the"
10"She reached into her pocket"
11"She’d confiscated it from a"
12"It stepped aside."
13"She passed a stall where"
14"He didn't drop the needle,"
15"She broke into a jog,"
16"She saw Finch."
17"He was fifty yards ahead,"
18"He stumbled, falling hard against"
19"He looked terrified, but not"
ratio0.366
4.72% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount112
totalSentences123
matches
0"The heavy glass jar of"
1"Vinegar and brine sprayed her"
2"The suspect didn't even flinch."
3"He vaulted over a display"
4"Harlow wiped the fluid from"
5"She didn't reach for her"
6"The man she was chasing—a"
7"This wasn't a standard Underground"
8"The iron gates were rusted"
9"A dull click echoed."
10"The chains slithered away like"
11"Harlow skidded around the corner,"
12"She saw the flash of"
13"She reached the gate just"
14"She wedged her heavy duty"
15"The air inside changed instantly."
16"The smell of rain and"
17"The stairs were steep, descending"
18"A low, rhythmic throb vibrated"
19"It sounded like a heartbeat,"
ratio0.911
40.65% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences123
matches
0"Yet, as Finch approached, he"
ratio0.008
87.91% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences78
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"The stairs were steep, descending into a darkness that swallowed her torch beam."
1"He was darting past a stall draped in distinctive green neon, weaving through a crowd of entities that didn't leave shadows on the floor."
2"The clatter of wooden charms, the smell of roasting meat that smelled suspiciously like pork but wasn't, the heat of alchemical fires."
3"The man had short curly dark brown hair and olive skin that looked sallow under the artificial lanterns."
4"He kept glancing at the shadows behind him, the ones that seemed to be stretching and lengthening of their own accord."
5"It was a man in a well-tailored suit that looked entirely too clean for the London underground."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags2
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"Harlow held, her voice steady despite the sweat stinging her eyes"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags1
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences29
tagDensity0.034
leniency0.069
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
73.3701%