Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPC6RH16GRN9ZAE869755A

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Duration:
47.6s
Cost:
$0.006173
Provider:
Mistral

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

Model response

AI
The pavement cracked beneath Harlow Quinn’s boot as she vaulted over the rusted railing, her gloved fingers barely catching the slick metal before gravity took hold. Three storeys of air rushed past her ears, the neon glow of Soho’s underbelly painting the rain in streaks of sickly green and violet. She hit the alleyway in a crouch, knees screaming, but the impact barely registered. The only thing that mattered was the figure ahead—tall, lean, moving with the unnatural grace of someone who knew these streets better than their own pulse. A bone token. That’s what she’d seen in his hand when he’d bolted from the flat above *The Raven’s Nest*. Small, carved, the kind of thing that didn’t belong in a detective’s evidence bag but ended up there anyway, because London had layers, and Harlow had long since stopped pretending she understood all of them. “Police! Stop!” The words tore from her throat, raw and useless. He didn’t stop. Of course he didn’t. Rain hammered the cobblestones, turning the alley into a gauntlet of reflections—her own face, distorted and fleeting, flashed in a puddle as she sprinted past. The suspect—*target*, her brain corrected, because *suspect* implied rules, and rules didn’t apply here—ducked left into a narrow passage, his dark coat flaring like wings. Harlow followed, her breath steady despite the burn in her lungs. Eighteen years on the force, three since Morris had vanished into whatever the hell had taken him, and she’d learned one thing: hesitation got you killed. The passage spat them out onto Wardour Street, where the rain had thinned the usual Saturday-night crowds to a handful of diehards huddled under awnings. A woman in a sequined dress shrieked as the target shouldered past her, sending her clutch spinning into the gutter. Harlow didn’t break stride. She palmed her warrant card as she ran, flashing it at a bouncer whose face twisted in recognition—*not again*—before he stepped aside. Then the target was gone. Harlow skidded to a halt, scanning the street. Left: the glow of a 24-hour kebab shop, steam fogging its windows. Right: the mouth of an underground car park, its entrance marked by a flickering *OUT OF ORDER* sign. Straight ahead, the green neon of *The Raven’s Nest* pulsed like a heartbeat, but Silas’ bar was a dead end. She knew because she’d mapped every exit last month when she’d first started tailing the clique that frequented it. A sound. Not footsteps—too light, too *wrong*. A scrape, like metal on stone. Harlow turned just as a gust of wind sent a discarded newspaper skittering past her boots. The car park. Dark. Quiet. Perfect for an ambush. Perfect for losing a tail. She drew her torch, the beam cutting through the rain as she stepped under the concrete overhang. The air smelled of petrol and damp, the kind of scent that clung to the back of your throat. Her fingers twitched toward her radio, but what would she say? *Back-up needed, chasing a bloke with a magic bone into a hole in the ground*? Yeah. That’d go over well. The torchlight caught movement—just a flicker, there and gone. A service door, slightly ajar, its paint chipped to reveal rust beneath. Harlow approached, her shoulder brushing the cold metal as she nudged it open with her boot. Steps. Descending into black. She hesitated. Three years ago, Morris had hesitated too. At a crime scene that shouldn’t have existed. With a suspect who hadn’t cast a shadow. He’d turned to her, his face pale under the flickering fluorescents of that godforsaken warehouse, and said, *“Quinn, this isn’t—”* And then he was gone. No body. No blood. Just his watch, still ticking, left on the floor like a fucking calling card. Harlow exhaled, her breath misting in the torchlight. Then she descended. The stairs ended in a tunnel, its walls lined with pipes that groaned like living things. The air was thicker here, heavy with the scent of burnt herbs and something coppery—blood, but old. The beam of her torch trembled as she swept it left, right, catching glimpses of graffiti that wasn’t graffiti: symbols carved into the stone, their edges too precise, too *intentional*. Her skin prickled. A market. That’s what the intel had called it. *The Veil Market*. Moved every full moon. Traded in things that weren’t supposed to exist. She’d dismissed it as junkie paranoia, the kind of nonsense Tommy Herrera spouted when he was stitching up one of the clique’s “off-the-books” patients. But the bone token in her pocket was real. And the way the target had moved—too fast, too *sure*—was real. The tunnel opened into a cavern. Harlow killed the torch. Light bled from lanterns hung on rusted hooks, their flames blue-tinged, casting long shadows over stalls that shouldn’t have fit in the space. A woman with too many teeth grinned at her from behind a table of jars, their contents shifting unnaturally. A man in a tailored suit argued with a creature that had too many joints, its voice a wet, clicking sound. The air hummed with the low thrum of bartering, the clink of coins that weren’t coins, the scent of spices that made her head swim. And there, at the far end, the target. Handing the bone token to a figure draped in a hooded cloak, their fingers—too long, too *wrong*—closing around it. Harlow’s pulse roared in her ears. She was out of her depth. Out of her *jurisdiction*. One wrong move, and she’d end up like Morris. Or worse. She reached for her cuffs. Old habit. A hand clamped around her wrist. “Lost, *detective*?” The voice was smooth, accented—Spanish, maybe—and entirely too calm for a man who’d just been chased through half of Soho. Harlow twisted, her free hand already forming a fist, but the torchlight caught his face before she struck. Tomás Herrera. His dark curls were damp, his olive skin slick with rain, but his brown eyes were dry. Amused, even. The Saint Christopher medallion at his throat glinted as he tilted his head toward the market. “You shouldn’t be here.” “Funny,” Harlow said, wrenching her arm free. “I was about to say the same to you.” Tommy’s gaze flicked to the target, now vanished into the crowd. “That’s not your fight.” “He’s carrying evidence in a murder case.” “No.” Tommy stepped in front of her, blocking her view. “He’s carrying a key. And you, *detective*, are carrying a death wish.” Harlow’s fingers curled. “Move.” He didn’t. “You remember what happened to your partner.” The words hit like a blade. Tommy knew. Of course he knew. He’d been the one to stitch up the junkie who’d babbled about “shadow men” at the scene where Morris disappeared. The one who’d warned her, later, in a voice too quiet, *“Some doors shouldn’t be opened.”* Harlow sidestepped him. “My partner’s case is still open.” “And it’ll stay that way if you walk out of here now.” She didn’t look back. The market swallowed her whole, the stalls pressing in like teeth. The target was gone, but the cloaked figure remained, their hood now turned toward her. The air between them thickened, the lanterns dimming as if something had passed in front of them. Then the figure raised a hand. Harlow’s watch—Morris’ watch—*burned* against her wrist. She didn’t scream. She didn’t run. She lunged. Her shoulder collided with Tommy as she grabbed him, dragging them both behind a stall stacked with what looked like preserved eyes. The cloaked figure’s hand dropped, and the pressure in the air vanished, but the stench of ozone lingered, sharp and electric. Tommy’s breath was ragged against her ear. “You *idiot*.” Harlow peeked over the table. The figure was gone. The market buzzed on, oblivious. Or pretending to be. “What the hell was that?” she demanded. Tommy didn’t answer. His fingers dug into her arm, hauling her up. “We’re leaving. *Now.*” “Not without—” “*Now.*” She let him pull her toward the tunnel, but not before snatching a jar from the table. The liquid inside sloshed, thick and dark, and the label—if it was a label—was written in a script that made her eyes ache. Tommy saw. His curse was fluent, creative, and entirely in Spanish. Harlow tucked the jar into her coat. “Souvenir.” The stairs seemed longer on the way up. The rain had stopped, leaving the streets slick and glistening, the neon signs reflecting in puddles like broken promises. Tommy didn’t speak until they reached the alley, where he rounded on her, his face a mask of fury. “You have *no idea* what you just did.” Harlow adjusted her cuffs. “Enlighten me.” “That”—he stabbed a finger toward the jar—“isn’t a souvenir. It’s a *beacon*.” His voice dropped. “And you just told them where you live.” A cold weight settled in Harlow’s gut. She pulled out the jar, turning it in her hands. The liquid inside pulsed, just once, like a heartbeat. Tommy’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening. “We’ve got company.” Harlow followed his gaze. Three figures stood at the mouth of the alley, their faces obscured by the glow of their cigarettes. One flicked his away, the ember arcing into the gutter. The man in the middle smiled. It was the same smile she’d seen in the crime scene photos. The same smile Morris had been investigating before he vanished. Tommy grabbed her arm. “Run.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags10
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences29
tagDensity0.345
leniency0.69
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
96.84% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1580
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
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)
43.04% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1580
totalAiIsms18
found
0
word"pulse"
count2
1
word"fleeting"
count1
2
word"scanning"
count1
3
word"pulsed"
count2
4
word"footsteps"
count1
5
word"perfect"
count2
6
word"flicker"
count1
7
word"trembled"
count1
8
word"tinged"
count1
9
word"flicked"
count2
10
word"electric"
count1
11
word"glistening"
count1
12
word"beacon"
count1
13
word"weight"
count1
highlights
0"pulse"
1"fleeting"
2"scanning"
3"pulsed"
4"footsteps"
5"perfect"
6"flicker"
7"trembled"
8"tinged"
9"flicked"
10"electric"
11"glistening"
12"beacon"
13"weight"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences140
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences140
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences160
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen35
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans23
markdownWords53
totalWords1564
ratio0.034
matches
0"The Raven’s Nest"
1"target"
2"suspect"
3"not again"
4"OUT OF ORDER"
5"The Raven’s Nest"
6"wrong"
7"Back-up needed, chasing a bloke with a magic bone into a hole in the ground"
8"“Quinn, this isn’t—”"
9"intentional"
10"The Veil Market"
11"sure"
12"wrong"
13"jurisdiction"
14"detective"
15"detective"
16"“Some doors shouldn’t be opened.”"
17"burned"
18"idiot"
19"Now."
20"Now."
21"no idea"
22"beacon"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
79.92% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions55
wordCount1427
uniqueNames16
maxNameDensity1.4
worstName"Harlow"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Harlow"
discoveredNames
Harlow20
Quinn1
Soho2
Raven2
London1
Morris5
Wardour1
Street1
Saturday-night1
Veil1
Tommy11
Herrera2
Spanish2
Saint1
Christopher1
Three3
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Raven"
3"Morris"
4"Tommy"
5"Herrera"
6"Saint"
7"Christopher"
places
0"Soho"
1"London"
2"Wardour"
3"Street"
4"Spanish"
globalScore0.799
windowScore0.833
92.53% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences87
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"looked like preserved eyes"
1"seemed longer on the way up"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1564
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences160
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs63
mean24.83
std25.05
cv1.009
sampleLengths
090
155
218
387
471
55
677
738
85
967
1037
114
122
1366
1411
1566
1668
176
184
1988
2027
2127
227
236
242
2538
262
2739
2816
2915
307
3122
324
339
3448
359
3612
3747
386
396
406
412
4243
439
4418
457
4615
472
481
4940
90.23% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount6
totalSentences140
matches
0"was gone"
1"was gone"
2"been chased"
3"was gone"
4"was gone"
5"was written"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs265
matches
0"was stitching"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount18
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences12
totalSentences160
ratio0.075
matches
0"The only thing that mattered was the figure ahead—tall, lean, moving with the unnatural grace of someone who knew these streets better than their own pulse."
1"Rain hammered the cobblestones, turning the alley into a gauntlet of reflections—her own face, distorted and fleeting, flashed in a puddle as she sprinted past."
2"The suspect—*target*, her brain corrected, because *suspect* implied rules, and rules didn’t apply here—ducked left into a narrow passage, his dark coat flaring like wings."
3"She palmed her warrant card as she ran, flashing it at a bouncer whose face twisted in recognition—*not again*—before he stepped aside."
4"Not footsteps—too light, too *wrong*."
5"The torchlight caught movement—just a flicker, there and gone."
6"The air was thicker here, heavy with the scent of burnt herbs and something coppery—blood, but old."
7"And the way the target had moved—too fast, too *sure*—was real."
8"Handing the bone token to a figure draped in a hooded cloak, their fingers—too long, too *wrong*—closing around it."
9"The voice was smooth, accented—Spanish, maybe—and entirely too calm for a man who’d just been chased through half of Soho."
10"Harlow’s watch—Morris’ watch—*burned* against her wrist."
11"The liquid inside sloshed, thick and dark, and the label—if it was a label—was written in a script that made her eyes ache."
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount457
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"ahead—tall, lean, moving"
adverbCount14
adverbRatio0.030634573304157548
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.01312910284463895
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences160
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences160
mean9.78
std7.64
cv0.782
sampleLengths
026
124
214
326
43
517
635
711
83
94
1025
1125
1211
1326
1425
1520
164
1722
185
198
2012
2118
2220
2319
242
255
266
2716
283
291
301
314
325
3317
3419
3511
3615
371
384
399
4012
4116
421
433
442
457
468
478
4825
492
51.46% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.35
totalSentences160
uniqueOpeners56
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount6
totalSentences121
matches
0"Of course he didn’t."
1"Then the target was gone."
2"Just his watch, still ticking,"
3"Then she descended."
4"Of course he knew."
5"Then the figure raised a"
ratio0.05
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount24
totalSentences121
matches
0"She hit the alleyway in"
1"He didn’t stop."
2"She palmed her warrant card"
3"She knew because she’d mapped"
4"She drew her torch, the"
5"Her fingers twitched toward her"
6"He’d turned to her, his"
7"Her skin prickled."
8"She’d dismissed it as junkie"
9"She was out of her"
10"She reached for her cuffs."
11"His dark curls were damp,"
12"He’d been the one to"
13"She didn’t look back."
14"She didn’t scream."
15"She didn’t run."
16"Her shoulder collided with Tommy"
17"His fingers dug into her"
18"She let him pull her"
19"His curse was fluent, creative,"
ratio0.198
88.10% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount90
totalSentences121
matches
0"The pavement cracked beneath Harlow"
1"She hit the alleyway in"
2"The only thing that mattered"
3"A bone token."
4"That’s what she’d seen in"
5"The words tore from her"
6"He didn’t stop."
7"The suspect—*target*, her brain corrected,"
8"Harlow followed, her breath steady"
9"The passage spat them out"
10"A woman in a sequined"
11"Harlow didn’t break stride."
12"She palmed her warrant card"
13"Harlow skidded to a halt,"
14"She knew because she’d mapped"
15"A scrape, like metal on"
16"Harlow turned just as a"
17"The car park."
18"She drew her torch, the"
19"The air smelled of petrol"
ratio0.744
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences121
matches(empty)
ratio0
48.52% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences53
technicalSentenceCount7
matches
0"The only thing that mattered was the figure ahead—tall, lean, moving with the unnatural grace of someone who knew these streets better than their own pulse."
1"Small, carved, the kind of thing that didn’t belong in a detective’s evidence bag but ended up there anyway, because London had layers, and Harlow had long sinc…"
2"A woman in a sequined dress shrieked as the target shouldered past her, sending her clutch spinning into the gutter."
3"The air smelled of petrol and damp, the kind of scent that clung to the back of your throat."
4"The beam of her torch trembled as she swept it left, right, catching glimpses of graffiti that wasn’t graffiti: symbols carved into the stone, their edges too p…"
5"Light bled from lanterns hung on rusted hooks, their flames blue-tinged, casting long shadows over stalls that shouldn’t have fit in the space."
6"The air hummed with the low thrum of bartering, the clink of coins that weren’t coins, the scent of spices that made her head swim."
75.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags10
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"The Raven’s Nest* pulsed like, but Silas’ bar was a dead end"
81.03% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags3
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"The one who’d warned her (had warn)"
1"she demanded (demand)"
dialogueSentences29
tagDensity0.103
leniency0.207
rawRatio0.667
effectiveRatio0.138
84.6887%