Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPT57FYK2GRJ45J6ETFQRQ

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Duration:
44.6s
Cost:
$0.006889
Provider:
Mistral

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 pavement cracked like gunfire under Harlow Quinn’s boots as she rounded the corner, her breath coming in measured bursts that never quite became panting. Three blocks of slick cobblestones and neon reflections, and the bastard was still ahead—just a dark coat flapping around corners, a shadow that moved wrong. Too fluid. Too *sure*. A left into Chinatown. Red lanterns swayed overhead, their paper skins drumming against the rain. The scent of five-spice and frying oil cut through the petrol tang of wet asphalt. She skidded past a delivery cyclist, her shoulder clipping his handlebars hard enough to send him cursing into a stack of crates. No time for apologies. No time for the way his tyre marks would stripe her coat later, like battle scars. Her radio crackled. *"Quinn, where the hell are you? Backup’s two minutes out—"* She yanked it from her belt, thumbed the channel closed. Backup meant sirens. Sirens meant the suspect—*target*, her brain corrected, because this wasn’t some two-bit pickpocket—would vanish like smoke through a keyhole. And she’d been three months tracking the whispers about this one. Three months of dead ends and witnesses who forgot faces the second she showed her badge. Ahead, the coat ducked into an alley so narrow her shoulders nearly scraped the bricks. The rain here was a waterfall, channelled by the close walls into a vertical sheet. She wiped her face, tasted copper and city grime. Blood from her split lip. *When had that happened?* The alley dead-ended at a rusted fire escape. No exit. No— Her boot caught on something. A manhole cover, slightly ajar, its iron teeth glinting. Fresh scratches around the rim. *Recent.* The radio hissed again. *"Quinn, talk to me—"* She dropped to one knee, fingers finding the cold metal ring. Below, darkness. The scent of damp earth and something older, something that made the hairs on her arms stand up. Not sewer water. Not just mould. The air tasted *wrong*, like ozone before a storm that never broke. A thud echoed from the depths. Not a footstep. A *door*. Her watch—Morris’s watch, the one she’d taken from his locker after they’d pronounced him dead in that warehouse with the symbols on the walls—ticked against her wrist. Three years, and she still expected him to radio in with some smart-arsed comment about her reckless tendencies. She lifted the manhole. The ladder descended into blackness. No light. No sound but the distant drip of water and that *wrong* hum in the air, like a power line singing just out of human range. Her torch beam cut a weak path, illuminating rungs slick with something that wasn’t just condensation. *Bone token.* The words slotted into her mind, uninvited. She’d seen that phrase in Morris’s notes, scrawled in the margins of a case file that had gone missing from the evidence locker. *The Veil Market moves with the moon. Bone token for entry.* Her fingers brushed the first rung. Cold seeped through her gloves. *Three months.* Three months of corpses with their ribs cracked open like overripe fruit, of witnesses babbling about “men with too many teeth,” of the same damn symbol carved into doorframes across four boroughs—a reversed sigma, drawn by someone who thought they were clever. And now she had a suspect—*no, a lead*—dangling just out of reach, down a hole that smelled like a grave. The radio crackled again. *"Detective, we’ve got units at your last known. What’s your twenty?"* She swung her legs over the edge. The drop was longer than it should’ve been. Her boots hit packed dirt, not concrete. The torchlight jerked wild circles before settling on a tunnel lined with bricks that hadn’t seen London sunlight in a century. The air was thicker here, pressing against her skin like a second layer of clothing. Ahead, a flicker of movement. The coat. *Running.* She followed. The tunnel sloped downward, the walls closing in until she had to turn sideways to squeeze through. Her shoulders scraped raw. The scent changed—spices now, and something metallic underneath, like a butcher’s block. Then light. Not the sickly yellow of streetlamps. Not the cold blue of LEDs. This was firelight, real flames dancing in sconces hammered into the stone. It cast long shadows that didn’t quite match the shapes they should’ve. A shadow with too many fingers. A stall’s awning that rippled like living tissue. The tunnel opened into a cavern. And *God*, the *market*. Stalls stretched in every direction, a labyrinth of mismatched wood and iron. One sold jars of liquid that pulsed with inner light. Another displayed teeth—human, unless her eyes were lying—strung on silver chains. A third… Christ, was that a *heart* in that glass case? It twitched when she looked at it. People—*things*—moved between the stalls. A woman with eyes like polished river stones. A man whose suit jacket couldn’t quite hide the way his spine bent *wrong*. A child, no older than ten, offering samples from a tray of what looked like raw meat, her smile too wide, too many teeth. Harlow’s hand went to her sidearm. The weight of it was the only real thing in this entire fucked-up place. The suspect—tall, lean, that damn coat—was twenty feet ahead, weaving through the crowd. He paused at a stall draped in black velvet. The vendor, a gaunt figure with fingers like spider legs, handed him a small wooden box. An exchange. *Drugs?* No, the way the suspect’s shoulders tensed—*information.* She ducked behind a stall selling what looked like preserved hands in jars. The vendor, a squat man with a face like crumpled paper, gave her a slow, knowing smile. “Lost, love?” “Police.” She flashed her badge. “You see that man in the—” “The coat?” His laugh was a wet rattle. “That’s Silas’s boy. You’re *well* out of your depth.” *Silas.* The name hit her like a bullet. Silas Vey, owner of *The Raven’s Nest*, the bar where two of her missing persons had last been seen. The bar where the reversed sigma was carved into the back of the men’s room door. The suspect was moving again, heading toward an archway hung with a curtain of bones. *Bone token.* Her radio crackled. *"Quinn, we’ve got a 10-54 at your last location. Possible officer down. Repeat, possible—"* Static. Then a voice, not through the radio. Behind her. “You shouldn’t be here, Detective.” She turned. Tomás Herrera leaned against a stall selling vials of something that bubbled like boiling blood. His dark curls were damp, his Saint Christopher medallion glinting in the firelight. The scar on his forearm—gift from a knife-wielding junkie, or so his file said—looked fresh in this light. “Tommy.” Her fingers twitched toward her cuffs. “You’re a hard man to find.” “Not really.” He pushed off the stall, stepping into her path. “You’ve been asking about me for weeks. But you always ask in the wrong places.” “You work for Silas.” “Silas provides… specialised care.” His gaze flicked to her split lip. “You should get that looked at. Tetnus is a bitch down here.” “Where is he?” She nodded toward the archway. The suspect had vanished behind the bone curtain. Tomás exhaled through his nose. “You don’t want to go through there.” “Not your call.” “No?” He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the scar in full—the puckered line of it, angry and red. “That’s from the last copper who thought he could play hero in the Veil. He lasted three minutes past the curtain. I sewed him up myself before they fed what was left to the hounds.” She didn’t look away. “Where. Is. He.” A beat. Then Tomás sighed, like a man accepting the inevitable. “Fine. But when you’re screaming, don’t expect me to save you.” He jerked his chin toward the archway. “Third stall on the left sells charms. Buy the silver one. *Chef’s kiss.*” He pressed his fingers to his lips, kissed the air. She didn’t thank him. The bone curtain was heavier than it looked. Each vertebra clicked against its neighbours as she pushed through, the sound like a spine realigning itself. The air on the other side was colder. Wetter. The stalls here were different—less merchandise, more *specimens*. A man in a butcher’s apron sharpened a cleaver the size of her forearm. A woman with no pupils offered her a cup of something steaming. Harlow declined. The suspect was at the far end, speaking to a figure draped in robes the colour of dried blood. The wooden box was open now. Whatever was inside made the suspect’s hands shake. She closed the distance, her torch beam cutting through the gloom. “Police! Step away from—” The robed figure turned. No face. Just a smooth expanse of skin where features should’ve been, and a mouth—*God*, the mouth—a lipless slit that stretched too wide, too many teeth glinting in the dark. “Detective Quinn,” it said, voice like wet gravel. “We’ve been expecting you.” The suspect bolted. She gave chase, but the market shifted around her, stalls rearranging like a living maze. The suspect ducked left, then right, then—*gone.* Vanished between a butcher’s block and a cage of something that whimpered in a language she didn’t recognise. Her radio hissed. *"Quinn, do you copy? We’ve got visual on your suspect above ground. Repeat, suspect is—"* She skidded to a halt. Above ground. The lipless thing was still watching her. “The exit’s that way.” A skeletal hand pointed. She didn’t move. “Tick-tock, Detective.” Its fingers twitched. “Your little piggy’s getting away.” She ran. The tunnel back was darker. The ladder slicker. Her arms burned by the time she hauled herself onto the street, gasping. Rain hit her face like a slap. Sirens wailed two blocks over. She sprinted toward them, badge out, shouting, “Met Police! Clear the area!” A uniform spotted her. “Ma’am! Suspect’s heading east on foot—” “Where?” She grabbed his shoulder. “Toward the Thames! But—” She was already moving. The riverfront was a mess of cranes and half-built luxury flats, the kind of place where shadows had plenty of room to hide. She scanned the docks, the warehouses, the— *There.* The coat, caught in the glow of a security light. The suspect was climbing onto a rusted barge, his movements frantic now. Desperate. She drew her sidearm. “Freeze! Armed police!” He didn’t freeze. Didn’t even turn. Just kept climbing, his gloved hands slipping on the wet metal. She fired. The shot echoed like thunder. The suspect jerked, then collapsed onto the deck. Motionless. Harlow holstered her weapon, her hands steady. Too steady. The adrenaline crash would hit later, when she was alone, with a bottle and Morris’s case files spread across her kitchen table. She approached the barge, boots thudding on the gangplank. The suspect was face-down, one arm outstretched. The wooden box had fallen open. Empty. A scrap of paper fluttered in the rain. She picked it up. *A reversed sigma.* Drawn in blood. And beneath it, an address. *The Raven’s Nest.*
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags14
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences38
tagDensity0.368
leniency0.737
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
94.58% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1846
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"really"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
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)
53.95% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1846
totalAiIsms17
found
0
word"measured"
count1
1
word"glinting"
count3
2
word"echoed"
count2
3
word"depths"
count1
4
word"grave"
count1
5
word"flicker"
count1
6
word"dancing"
count1
7
word"pulsed"
count1
8
word"weight"
count1
9
word"velvet"
count1
10
word"flicked"
count1
11
word"gloom"
count1
12
word"scanned"
count1
13
word"fluttered"
count1
highlights
0"measured"
1"glinting"
2"echoed"
3"depths"
4"grave"
5"flicker"
6"dancing"
7"pulsed"
8"weight"
9"velvet"
10"flicked"
11"gloom"
12"scanned"
13"fluttered"
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
narrationSentences186
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences186
filterMatches
0"watch—watch"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences209
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen45
ratio0
matches(empty)
80.48% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans35
markdownWords109
totalWords1824
ratio0.06
matches
0"sure"
1"\"Quinn, where the hell are you? Backup’s two minutes out—\""
2"target"
3"When had that happened?"
4"Recent."
5"\"Quinn, talk to me—\""
6"wrong"
7"door"
8"wrong"
9"Bone token."
10"The Veil Market moves with the moon. Bone token for entry."
11"Three months."
12"no, a lead"
13"\"Detective, we’ve got units at your last known. What’s your twenty?\""
14"Running."
15"God"
16"market"
17"heart"
18"things"
19"wrong"
20"Drugs?"
21"information."
22"well"
23"Silas."
24"The Raven’s Nest"
25"Bone token."
26"\"Quinn, we’ve got a 10-54 at your last location. Possible officer down. Repeat, possible—\""
27"Chef’s kiss."
28"specimens"
29"God"
30"gone."
31"\"Quinn, do you copy? We’ve got visual on your suspect above ground. Repeat, suspect is—\""
32"There."
33"A reversed sigma."
34"The Raven’s Nest."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions11
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions29
wordCount1580
uniqueNames17
maxNameDensity0.32
worstName"Three"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Three"
discoveredNames
Harlow4
Quinn1
Chinatown1
Morris3
Veil1
Market1
Three5
London1
Christ1
Vey1
Raven2
Herrera1
Saint1
Christopher1
Tomás3
Vanished1
Drawn1
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Morris"
3"Market"
4"Vey"
5"Raven"
6"Herrera"
7"Saint"
8"Christopher"
9"Tomás"
places
0"Chinatown"
1"London"
globalScore1
windowScore1
33.18% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences107
glossingSentenceCount5
matches
0"smelled like a grave"
1"quite match the shapes they should’ve"
2"quite hide the way his spine bent *wrong"
3"looked like raw meat, her smile too wide"
4"looked like preserved hands in jars"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.548
wordCount1824
matches
0"No sound but"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences209
matches
0"seen that phrase"
1"was that a"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs87
mean20.97
std19.04
cv0.908
sampleLengths
054
172
213
359
448
511
620
78
849
911
1045
114
1248
132
1441
1511
1664
1715
187
1951
208
212
2235
2350
246
254
2651
2750
2820
2948
3032
3111
3217
331
3442
3517
3617
371
389
395
402
4146
4213
4326
444
4523
4616
4712
483
4953
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences186
matches
0"been seen"
1"was carved"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs258
matches
0"were lying"
1"was climbing"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount25
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences17
totalSentences209
ratio0.081
matches
0"Three blocks of slick cobblestones and neon reflections, and the bastard was still ahead—just a dark coat flapping around corners, a shadow that moved wrong."
1"Sirens meant the suspect—*target*, her brain corrected, because this wasn’t some two-bit pickpocket—would vanish like smoke through a keyhole."
2"No—"
3"Her watch—Morris’s watch, the one she’d taken from his locker after they’d pronounced him dead in that warehouse with the symbols on the walls—ticked against her wrist."
4"*Three months.* Three months of corpses with their ribs cracked open like overripe fruit, of witnesses babbling about “men with too many teeth,” of the same damn symbol carved into doorframes across four boroughs—a reversed sigma, drawn by someone who thought they were clever."
5"And now she had a suspect—*no, a lead*—dangling just out of reach, down a hole that smelled like a grave."
6"The scent changed—spices now, and something metallic underneath, like a butcher’s block."
7"Another displayed teeth—human, unless her eyes were lying—strung on silver chains."
8"People—*things*—moved between the stalls."
9"The suspect—tall, lean, that damn coat—was twenty feet ahead, weaving through the crowd."
10"*Drugs?* No, the way the suspect’s shoulders tensed—*information.*"
11"The scar on his forearm—gift from a knife-wielding junkie, or so his file said—looked fresh in this light."
12"“No?” He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the scar in full—the puckered line of it, angry and red."
13"The stalls here were different—less merchandise, more *specimens*."
14"Just a smooth expanse of skin where features should’ve been, and a mouth—*God*, the mouth—a lipless slit that stretched too wide, too many teeth glinting in the dark."
15"The suspect ducked left, then right, then—*gone.* Vanished between a butcher’s block and a cage of something that whimpered in a language she didn’t recognise."
16"She scanned the docks, the warehouses, the—"
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1602
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount54
adverbRatio0.033707865168539325
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.0024968789013732834
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences209
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences209
mean8.73
std6.96
cv0.797
sampleLengths
025
125
22
32
44
511
615
722
84
916
103
1110
1210
133
1419
1511
1616
1715
1815
199
205
214
228
232
241
255
269
275
281
294
304
3111
322
3318
343
353
3612
376
383
392
4027
4118
424
435
442
4525
4616
472
487
4923
42.26% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats20
diversityRatio0.31100478468899523
totalSentences209
uniqueOpeners65
86.58% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences154
matches
0"Then a voice, not through"
1"Then Tomás sighed, like a"
2"Just a smooth expanse of"
3"Just kept climbing, his gloved"
ratio0.026
97.92% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount47
totalSentences154
matches
0"She skidded past a delivery"
1"Her radio crackled."
2"She yanked it from her"
3"She wiped her face, tasted"
4"Her boot caught on something."
5"She dropped to one knee,"
6"Her watch—Morris’s watch, the one"
7"She lifted the manhole."
8"Her torch beam cut a"
9"She’d seen that phrase in"
10"Her fingers brushed the first"
11"She swung her legs over"
12"Her boots hit packed dirt,"
13"Her shoulders scraped raw."
14"It cast long shadows that"
15"It twitched when she looked"
16"He paused at a stall"
17"She ducked behind a stall"
18"She flashed her badge"
19"His laugh was a wet"
ratio0.305
67.14% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount121
totalSentences154
matches
0"The pavement cracked like gunfire"
1"A left into Chinatown."
2"The scent of five-spice and"
3"She skidded past a delivery"
4"Her radio crackled."
5"She yanked it from her"
6"Backup meant sirens."
7"The rain here was a"
8"She wiped her face, tasted"
9"Blood from her split lip."
10"The alley dead-ended at a"
11"Her boot caught on something."
12"A manhole cover, slightly ajar,"
13"The radio hissed again."
14"She dropped to one knee,"
15"The scent of damp earth"
16"The air tasted *wrong*, like"
17"A thud echoed from the"
18"Her watch—Morris’s watch, the one"
19"She lifted the manhole."
ratio0.786
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences154
matches(empty)
ratio0
67.67% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences57
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"Three blocks of slick cobblestones and neon reflections, and the bastard was still ahead—just a dark coat flapping around corners, a shadow that moved wrong."
1"The scent of damp earth and something older, something that made the hairs on her arms stand up."
2"Her torch beam cut a weak path, illuminating rungs slick with something that wasn’t just condensation."
3"Tomás Herrera leaned against a stall selling vials of something that bubbled like boiling blood."
4"Just a smooth expanse of skin where features should’ve been, and a mouth—*God*, the mouth—a lipless slit that stretched too wide, too many teeth glinting in the…"
5"The suspect ducked left, then right, then—*gone.* Vanished between a butcher’s block and a cage of something that whimpered in a language she didn’t recognise."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags14
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags2
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"He pressed (press)"
dialogueSentences38
tagDensity0.053
leniency0.105
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.053
84.1259%