Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTZ371V6MHJWG2G8KE9PT8Y

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3m 14s
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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
Leather soles slapped against wet pavement. Harlow Quinn pumped her arms, lungs burning as she surged forward. The suspect ahead wore a hooded jacket, dark fabric clinging to a frame that moved with desperate, jerky rhythm. He clipped a bin, sent plastic clattering across the road, and did not look back. Harlow tightened her grip on the torch. Beam cut through the downpour. Illuminated the slick cobblestones of Camden High Street. Tourists had long fled. Shop shutters were down. Only the hum of the city remained, low and electric. Stop. The word tore from her throat. Raw. The suspect ignored it. He darted left into a narrow alleyway between a tattoo parlour and a closed kebab shop. Harlow followed. Water dripped from her closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair into her eyes. She blinked it away. The alley dead-ended at a brick wall. Graffiti coated the surface, layers of tags over old posters. The suspect stood before a section of peeling blue paint. He fumbled in his pocket. Pulled out something white. Small. He pressed it against the brick. Harlow slowed. Raised her weapon. Do not move. The suspect flinched. He did not turn. His hand trembled against the wall. The white object glowed faintly. A section of the brickwork shimmered like heat haze on tarmac. The solid wall rippled. The suspect stepped forward and vanished into the masonry. Harlow reached the spot. Cold air radiated from the bricks. Smell of ozone and old dust. She holstered her gun and ran a gloved hand over the surface. Solid. No handle. No seam. She checked her watch. Worn leather strap soaked through. Three years since Morris vanished. Three years since the files went cold. This felt the same. The air pressure dropped. Ears popped. A shadow detached itself from the darkness above. A figure dropped from the fire escape. Landled softly on the wet ground. Male. Olive skin. Short curly dark brown hair plastered to his forehead. You should not be standing here. Harlow turned. Kept her stance wide. Hand hovering near her hip. Who are you. Someone who wants you alive. He stepped into the beam of her torch. Warm brown eyes met hers. A scar ran along his left forearm, pale against olive skin. He wore a dark coat, open at the front. A silver medallion hung around his neck. Saint Christopher. Patron saint of travellers. Move aside. I cannot do that. Why. He gestured to the wall. The ripple had faded. Brick looked normal again. That is not for you. Not for people like you. People like me. Police. Badge. Gun. You walk in the light. That place. He nodded at the wall. It eats light. Harlow stepped closer. Invaded his space. He did not retreat. Smell of antiseptic and rain clung to him. I saw a man go in. Fleeing a crime scene. He fled nothing. He went home. Home is not behind a brick wall in Camden. Today it is. She pushed past him. Reached for the brick. Do not. She pressed her palm against the cold surface. Nothing happened. No ripple. No glow. You need a key. She turned back to him. What kind of key. He touched the medallion at his throat. Thumb rubbed the silver surface. Bone. Specific bone. Specific intent. You do not have either. Harlow studied him. Military precision kept her still. She assessed threats. Ex-paramedic build. Hands clean but scarred. No visible weapon. What is your name. Tomás. Tomás. You know what is behind there. I know enough to stay out. And I know enough to go in. She pulled a lockpick set from her pocket. Metal clicked against metal. Tomás shook his head. Physics does not apply. You pick a lock. This is a mouth. It bites. Harlow ignored him. She scanned the wall. Looked for weaknesses. Mortar crumbled near the base. She knelt. Scraped at the grout with her pick. Dust mixed with rain. Mud formed under her nails. You are wasting time. Time is all I have. Morris would not have done this. Harlow froze. Pick hovered over the brick. She stood slowly. Turned to face Tomás. What did you say. Morris. DS Morris. He came here once. Three years ago. How do you know that name. Tomás looked at the ground. Water pooled around his boots. He helped me. Once. Before he disappeared. Where did he go. Inside. Tomás pointed at the wall. The blue paint seemed to darken. The air grew heavier. Harlow felt the weight of it on her shoulders. Like diving deep underwater. You are lying. I wish I was. She holstered the picks. Unholstered her gun. Checked the chamber. Round in the spout. Safety off. Move. I cannot let you do this. Step aside. Tomás did not move. He spread his hands. Palms open. If you go in there, you cannot come back the same. The Market changes things. It takes payment. I do not pay. I take. She stepped up to the wall. Pressed the barrel of the gun against the brick. Cold steel met cold masonry. She pulled the trigger. Sound died. No bang. No flash. The bullet vanished into the wall. The brick absorbed the impact without a scratch. Tomás sighed. It does not work like that. Harlow holstered the weapon. She reached into her pocket. Pulled out her badge. Metal warmed in her hand. She pressed the ID card against the wall. Laminated plastic scratched against rough paint. Nothing. She looked at Tomás. You have one. He touched the medallion again. Not a token. A protection. Give it to me. No. She grabbed his wrist. Grip tight. Bone on bone. He did not pull away. People are dying. Good people. My partner. Morris chose his path. I choose mine. She released him. Reached for her belt knife. Slit the palm of her gloved hand. Blood welled up. Red against black leather. She pressed her bleeding hand against the wall. Tomás stepped forward. Reached for her shoulder. Stop. The brick hummed. Vibration travelled up her arm. Teeth rattled. The wall began to dissolve. Not crumble. Dissolve. Like sugar in hot tea. The blue paint ran. Bricks turned to mist. A gap opened. Darkness beyond. Not empty darkness. Thick. Swirling. Smell of copper and old earth. Harlow wiped her hand on her trousers. Stepped toward the gap. You do not know what you are doing. I know exactly what I am doing. She stepped into the mist. Cold hit her like a physical blow. Temperature dropped twenty degrees. The sound of rain vanished. Replaced by a low murmur. Voices. Many voices. Tomás grabbed her arm. Wait. She shook him off. Let go. You need a token. The bone token. Without it, the guards will smell you. Let them come. She pulled free. Walked into the dark. The mist clung to her clothes. Wetter than rain. Heavier. Harlow. She paused. Did not turn. If you see him. Morris. Tell him Tomás said hello. She kept walking. The ground changed underfoot. Cobblestones became smooth tile. Old Victorian tiling. Green and white checks. Cracked. Missing pieces. Lights flickered above. Fluorescent tubes. Half working. Buzzing like angry insects. Stairs led down. Into the earth. She descended. Hand trailed along the wall. Tile felt slimy. Voices grew louder. Bargaining. Arguing. Crying. She reached the bottom. A platform. Signs hung from the ceiling. Camden Town. Northbound. Southbound. Arrows pointed into darkness. Stalls lined the platform. Not normal stalls. Draped in black cloth. Items floated above the tables. Jars filled with cloudy liquid. Bundles of dried herbs that moved on their own. A figure stood at the end of the platform. Tall. Robed. Face hidden in shadow. It turned. Looked at her. No eyes. Just hollow sockets. It raised a hand. Pointed at her. Harlow raised her gun. Metropolitan Police. Show me your hands. The figure did not move. The air around it warped. Shadows lengthened. Reached for her. She fired. Bullet struck the figure. Passed through. Hit the wall behind. Sparked. The figure glided forward. Fast. Too fast. Feet did not touch the ground. Harlow backed up. Heel caught on a tile. She stumbled. Regained balance. Tomás shouted from the stairs above. Run. She did not run. She stood her ground. Adjusted her stance. Breathed. The figure stopped ten feet away. Raised both hands. Palms faced her. Black energy gathered between them. Crackled. Smelled of burnt hair. Harlow tightened her finger on the trigger. Come on then. The energy ball launched. She dove left. Rolled over the wet tiles. Energy struck the wall where she stood. Stone melted. Dripped like wax. Harlow came up firing. Three shots. Center mass. The figure staggered. Robes tore. No blood. Just more shadow. It screamed. Sound like tearing metal. Other figures emerged from the stalls. Hooded. Faceless. All turning toward her. Tomás slid down the stairs. Landed beside her. I told you. Shut up and fight. He pulled a scalpel from his pocket. Steel gleamed in the flickering light. This is not going to help. It will slow them down. They surrounded them. Circle closing. No exit. The stairs behind were blocked by more shadows. Harlow checked her magazine. Half full. Any bright ideas. Tomás looked at the tunnel ahead. Dark. Deep. We go deeper. Into the nest. Better the devil you know. He grabbed her hand. Pulled. They ran. Into the tunnel. Darkness swallowed them. The screams followed. Closer. Faster. Harlow's torch beam bounced off the curved ceiling. Tiles gave way to rough rock. Roots hung down. Thick as ropes. Tomás stopped. Pressed against the wall. Listen. She listened. Footsteps behind. Wet slapping sounds. Not human. They are hunting us. I know. He reached into his pocket. Pulled out a small bag. Leather. Tied with string. What is that. Insurance. He opened it. Poured dust into his hand. White powder. Bone dust. He blew it into the air. Cloud hung between them and the tunnel entrance. Glowed faint blue. That will hold them for a minute. Where does this tunnel go. Deep. To the core. Great. She checked her watch. Second hand ticking. Normal. At least something was. Tomás looked at her. You really are insane. I am dedicated. Same thing. He started walking. She followed. Roots brushed against her hair. Cold fingers. She slapped them away. Ahead, the tunnel widened. Light appeared. Green neon. Sign hung above an archway. The Raven's Nest. Tomás stopped. We should not go in there. Why. Bad crowd. Worse crowd behind us. She walked toward the green light. Sound of jazz music drifted out. Saxophone. Slow. Melancholic. She pushed open the door. Bell chimed. Inside, dim light. Walls covered with old maps. Black-and-white photographs. People sat at tables. Drinking. Talking. They stopped. Looked at her. Harlow walked to the bar. Placed her gun on the counter. Whisky. Double. The bartender wiped a glass. Did not look at the gun. You are not welcome. I am here now. He poured the drink. Amber liquid. That will be five hundred pounds. Harlow stared at him. For whisky. For entry. She placed her badge on the counter. Keep the change. The bartender looked at the badge. Pushed it back. We do not take police currency. She took a sip. Burned going down. Then take this. She slammed her hand on the counter. Palm still bleeding. Blood smeared the wood. The room went silent. The bartender looked at the blood. Nodded. Sit down. Harlow sat. Tomás stood beside her. Hand on his scalpel. From the shadows of the back room, a door opened. A man stepped out. Suit. Grey. Immaculate. Detective Quinn. She turned. Who are you. Someone who knows about Morris. Harlow stood. Chair scraped against the floor. Where is he. The man smiled. Cold. No warmth in it. He is waiting. He gestured to the back room. Hidden behind a bookshelf. Harlow looked at Tomás. He shook his head. She walked toward the bookshelf. Pushed it aside. Darkness waited. She stepped through.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags0
92.50% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2000
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"softly"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
2
adverb"really"
count1
highlights
0"softly"
1"slowly"
2"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)
77.50% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2000
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"electric"
count1
1
word"trembled"
count1
2
word"shimmered"
count1
3
word"scanned"
count1
4
word"weight"
count1
5
word"flickered"
count1
6
word"footsteps"
count1
7
word"to the core"
count1
8
word"warmth"
count1
highlights
0"electric"
1"trembled"
2"shimmered"
3"scanned"
4"weight"
5"flickered"
6"footsteps"
7"to the core"
8"warmth"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"room fell silent"
count1
highlights
0"The room went silent"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences518
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
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hedgeCount2
narrationSentences518
filterMatches
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1"know"
2"see"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences518
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen19
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1995
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions0
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
66.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions118
wordCount1995
uniqueNames26
maxNameDensity1.25
worstName"Harlow"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Tomás"
discoveredNames
Quinn2
Camden3
High1
Street1
Morris7
Christopher1
Tomás20
Market1
Victorian1
Town1
Police2
Raven1
Nest1
Harlow25
Pulled4
Cold5
Smell3
Three4
You13
Hand3
People3
Reached4
Bone3
Looked3
Sound3
Darkness3
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Morris"
2"Christopher"
3"Tomás"
4"Market"
5"Victorian"
6"Raven"
7"Harlow"
8"Pulled"
9"Cold"
10"You"
11"Hand"
12"People"
13"Sound"
places
0"Camden"
1"High"
2"Street"
3"Town"
4"Nest"
globalScore0.873
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences93
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1995
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences518
matches
0"know that name"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs215
mean9.28
std9.1
cv0.981
sampleLengths
051
138
21
344
443
55
63
742
833
931
1033
116
1211
133
145
1546
162
174
181
1913
2010
213
2218
2318
2410
256
269
273
288
292
3014
314
325
334
3412
3510
3620
374
381
397
406
417
4216
4314
4433
454
465
476
4814
494
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences518
matches
0"were blocked"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs450
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences518
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount2001
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"Red against black leather."
adverbCount39
adverbRatio0.019490254872563718
lyAdverbCount9
lyAdverbRatio0.004497751124437781
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences518
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences518
mean3.85
std2.32
cv0.602
sampleLengths
06
111
219
315
47
55
68
74
84
910
101
116
121
134
1416
152
1611
174
187
1910
2010
215
224
231
246
252
263
273
283
294
306
315
3211
334
349
354
366
376
3812
391
402
412
424
435
445
457
464
474
482
498
73.94% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats17
diversityRatio0.46332046332046334
totalSentences518
uniqueOpeners240
55.25% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount6
totalSentences362
matches
0"Only the hum of the"
1"Just hollow sockets."
2"Just more shadow."
3"All turning toward her."
4"At least something was."
5"Then take this."
ratio0.017
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount99
totalSentences362
matches
0"He clipped a bin, sent"
1"He darted left into a"
2"She blinked it away."
3"He fumbled in his pocket."
4"He pressed it against the"
5"He did not turn."
6"His hand trembled against the"
7"She holstered her gun and"
8"She checked her watch."
9"You should not be standing"
10"He stepped into the beam"
11"He wore a dark coat,"
12"I cannot do that."
13"He gestured to the wall."
14"You walk in the light."
15"He nodded at the wall."
16"It eats light."
17"He did not retreat."
18"I saw a man go"
19"He fled nothing."
ratio0.273
100.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount241
totalSentences362
matches
0"Leather soles slapped against wet"
1"Harlow Quinn pumped her arms,"
2"The suspect ahead wore a"
3"He clipped a bin, sent"
4"Harlow tightened her grip on"
5"Beam cut through the downpour."
6"Tourists had long fled."
7"The word tore from her"
8"The suspect ignored it."
9"He darted left into a"
10"Water dripped from her closely"
11"She blinked it away."
12"The alley dead-ended at a"
13"Graffiti coated the surface, layers"
14"The suspect stood before a"
15"He fumbled in his pocket."
16"He pressed it against the"
17"The suspect flinched."
18"He did not turn."
19"His hand trembled against the"
ratio0.666
55.25% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount4
totalSentences362
matches
0"Before he disappeared."
1"If you go in there,"
2"If you see him."
3"To the core."
ratio0.011
87.91% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences13
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"The suspect ahead wore a hooded jacket, dark fabric clinging to a frame that moved with desperate, jerky rhythm."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags0
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
93.4338%