Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7KWVWW7B8XDYVXNQN3M8C

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26.6s
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xAI

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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
Harlow Quinn's boots slapped against the slick pavement as she vaulted over a fallen crate, her breath ragged in the downpour. The suspect bolted ahead, a shadow in a hooded coat, weaving through the narrow Soho alley like he knew every pothole. She cursed under her breath, fingers tightening around the grip of her service pistol tucked into her rain-slicked holster. Eighteen years on the force, and chases still boiled her blood to fury. He ducked left at the mouth of the alley, nearly vanishing into the throng of late-night revellers spilling from The Raven's Nest. The bar's green neon sign buzzed overhead, casting erratic glows on puddles that mirrored the chaos. Quinn shoved past a cluster of laughing punters, their cigarette smoke curling into the rain like ghosts. "Police! Out of the way!" Her voice cut sharp, military-honed, scattering them like pigeons. The suspect glanced back, his face a pale flash under the hood—Tomás Herrera, the off-books medic with ties to every shady corner of the city. She'd tailed him for weeks, piecing together whispers of a clique dabbling in things the Met couldn't touch on paper. Unexplained injuries. Patients who vanished into thin air. And now this: him sprinting from a back-room deal at the Nest that reeked of something darker than black-market pills. She broke into the open street, Carnaby's faded glamour blurring in the sheets of rain. Cars hissed past, tyres churning water into sprays that stung her cheeks. Tomás darted across the road, horns blaring as he narrowly missed a black cab. Quinn followed, lungs burning, her worn leather watch ticking relentlessly against her wrist. She couldn't lose him here, not when her gut screamed this led straight to the heart of whatever rot his "patients" hid. He veered towards a side street, boots skidding on the wet cobbles. Quinn matched his pace, her sharp jaw set, brown eyes locked on his silhouette. The rain plastered her salt-and-pepper hair to her scalp, but she ignored the chill seeping through her coat. Focus. Precision. That's what kept DS Morris alive in her memory—until it didn't. Tomás slipped into a shadowed recess beside a shuttered shuttered newsagent, the kind with peeling posters advertising long-forgotten gigs. Quinn closed the gap, her hand brushing the wall as she rounded the corner. Empty. No—footprints in the muck led to a rusted grating half-hidden by overflowing bins. He was descending. Into the sewers? Or worse. She yanked the grating aside, metal screeching against stone. Dank air rushed up, laced with the metallic tang of rust and something earthier, like wet stone mixed with incense. Her torch beam pierced the gloom below: a ladder bolted to the wall, slick with moisture, descending into blackness. Herrera's form flickered at the bottom, already moving away. Quinn holstered her pistol and gripped the rungs, boots finding purchase despite the slip. Each step echoed, water dripping from her sleeves to plink below. Her mind raced—backup? Radio static crackled in her earpiece as she tapped it. "Control, this is Quinn. In pursuit of suspect, heading underground off Carnaby. Request immediate support." "Location unclear, Detective. Repeat coordinates?" "Too deep now. Just send units to Soho perimeters." She killed the line, dropping the last few rungs with a controlled slide. Her feet hit uneven ground, torch sweeping the tunnel. Brick arches loomed, tagged with graffiti that glowed faintly under her light—symbols she didn't recognise, looping like ancient script. Footsteps echoed ahead, splashing through shallow puddles. Quinn jogged after, the tunnel narrowing, air growing thicker, warmer. Not sewers. Something else. Whispers filtered back—voices? No, wind through vents, or her imagination clawing at the dark. Three years since Morris vanished on a case like this, swallowed by shadows she still couldn't explain. Unexplained circumstances. Supernatural origins. Bollocks, her superiors called it. But the scars on her psyche said otherwise. The tunnel forked. She paused, torch beam darting left—empty—then right, where a faint glow pulsed. Herrera. She pushed on, the ground sloping steeper, steps turning to a spiral stair that smelled of ozone and herbs. Her watch strap chafed her wrist, a reminder to stay sharp. No hesitation. That's what got partners killed. The stair ended abruptly at a heavy iron door, ajar, etched with carvings that twisted like veins. Beyond, a murmur swelled—not wind, but a crowd. Hushed tones, bartering edges. Quinn eased the door open, peering through. The Veil Market unfolded like a fever dream beneath Camden's underbelly. An abandoned Tube platform stretched out, platforms lit by flickering lanterns that hung from chains, casting long shadows over stalls crammed with oddities. Vendors hawked vials of shimmering liquid that bubbled without heat, amulets pulsing with inner light, scrolls unrolling to reveal maps of places that didn't exist on Ordnance Survey charts. The air hummed with scents—sulphur from alchemical burners, the sweet rot of forbidden herbs, and under it all, the sharp bite of fear-sweat from buyers and sellers alike. Herrera wove through the throng, his olive skin gleaming under the lanterns as he nodded to a cloaked figure. The market pulsed with life: a woman with eyes like polished obsidian bartered a dagger that whispered when touched; a man in tatters displayed jars of writhing shadows. Bone tokens dangled from necks, glinting as entry passes. Supposed to move every full moon, but here it squatted, defying the rumours. Quinn's pulse thundered. This wasn't drugs or guns. This was the underbelly she'd only glimpsed in case files—supernatural black market, whispers from informants too terrified to name it. She scanned for exits: two, maybe three, guarded by hulking figures with unnatural bulks. Unfamiliar territory. Dangerous. One wrong move, and she'd end up like Morris—gone, no trace. She stepped inside, door creaking shut behind her. Heads turned, eyes narrowing. A vendor with scales for skin hissed something in a tongue that prickled her ears. Quinn kept her coat closed over her badge, hand hovering near her holster. Blend in. Observe. But Herrera was gaining distance, slipping towards a far stall piled with medical curios—syringes filled with glowing serum, bandages that knit flesh on contact. "Looking for something specific, luv?" A voice slithered from her left. The stall-keeper, a wiry man with tattoos that shifted like ink in water, leaned forward, breath reeking of cloves. Quinn met his gaze, her bearing ramrod straight. "Information. On a healer. Goes by Tomás." He chuckled, low and wet. "Many healers here. What makes yours special?" "Scar on his arm. Knife work. Spanish accent." She slid a tenner across the scarred wood, playing the part. The man's eyes flicked to the cash, then back. "Ah, the paramedic. Lost his licence, didn't he? Treats the... unusual sorts. Over there." He jerked his chin towards the medical stall. "But careful. Market doesn't take kindly to badges." Her jaw tightened. Word travelled fast. She pocketed the change, melting into the crowd. Bodies pressed close—too close—furs brushing her arm, a hand with too many fingers grazing her pocket. Sensory overload clawed at her: the sizzle of meat on unseen grills, tasting of copper and ash; the low chant of a deal gone sour, escalating to snarls. Herrera reached the stall, exchanging words with a hooded woman. She handed him a small pouch, bone token clinking. Quinn edged nearer, using a rack of crystal orbs as cover. The orbs hummed, visions flickering inside—flashes of bloodied streets, faces twisted in agony. Her stomach knotted. This place fed on secrets. He turned, spotting her? No, just scanning. But then his eyes locked on hers across the bustle. Recognition flashed. He bolted, knocking over a tray of vials that shattered in sprays of acrid smoke. Chaos erupted. Shouts rippled out as patrons scattered, a vendor's curse drawing knives. Quinn shoved through, elbowing a furred arm aside. "Stop! Police!" Useless here. The market didn't bow to Met authority. Herrera dashed towards a shadowed archway, the pouch clutched tight. Quinn pursued, her torch forgotten in the lantern glow. The arch led deeper, stairs descending into a warren of tunnels branching like veins. Footsteps slapped behind her now—market enforcers? Or worse, drawn by the disturbance. She hit the stairs, taking them two at a time. The air cooled, walls closing in, etched with more symbols that seemed to writhe. Herrera's medallion swung visible as he glanced back, Saint Christopher glinting—a patron saint for travellers, mockingly apt. "Quinn! Back off!" His voice echoed, accent thick with strain. First words he'd spared her all night. "You know why I'm here, Tomás. The clique. The bodies piling up. Talk, and maybe you walk." He laughed, bitter. "Walk? Into your cells? You don't understand half of it." "Then enlighten me." She gained ground, boots pounding. The tunnel levelled into a chamber, crates stacked high—smuggled goods? Alchemical crates leaking faint glows. He spun, blocking her path, scar stark on his forearm under the dim light. "Lost my licence treating your kind's messes. Supernatural wounds don't heal with NHS protocols. But you? You'd lock us all away for protecting the city from worse." Quinn drew her pistol, steady. "Like what killed my partner? Unexplained. That's your doing?" His eyes widened fractionally. "Morris? That wasn't—" A growl cut him off. From the shadows, shapes emerged—enforcers, twisted limbs uncoiling, eyes like embers. The market's guardians, bone tokens fused to flesh. Herrera backed away, hands up. "Run, Detective. Or join the unexplained." Quinn's finger tightened on the trigger. Follow him deeper? Into this abyss? Or retreat, let him vanish like so many before? The first enforcer lunged, claws raking the air inches from her face. She fired. The shot cracked, echoing like thunder. The creature howled, but more surged forward. Shit. In she went.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags8
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences20
tagDensity0.4
leniency0.8
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1637
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
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)
5.31% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1637
totalAiIsms31
found
0
word"churning"
count1
1
word"chill"
count1
2
word"gloom"
count1
3
word"flickered"
count1
4
word"echoed"
count3
5
word"raced"
count1
6
word"loomed"
count1
7
word"footsteps"
count2
8
word"pulsed"
count2
9
word"reminder"
count1
10
word"etched"
count2
11
word"gleaming"
count1
12
word"glinting"
count2
13
word"pulse"
count1
14
word"thundered"
count1
15
word"scanned"
count1
16
word"hulking"
count1
17
word"flicked"
count1
18
word"crystal"
count1
19
word"stomach"
count1
20
word"scanning"
count1
21
word"shattered"
count1
22
word"pounding"
count1
23
word"stark"
count1
24
word"echoing"
count1
highlights
0"churning"
1"chill"
2"gloom"
3"flickered"
4"echoed"
5"raced"
6"loomed"
7"footsteps"
8"pulsed"
9"reminder"
10"etched"
11"gleaming"
12"glinting"
13"pulse"
14"thundered"
15"scanned"
16"hulking"
17"flicked"
18"crystal"
19"stomach"
20"scanning"
21"shattered"
22"pounding"
23"stark"
24"echoing"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
1
label"stomach dropped/sank"
count1
highlights
0"eyes widened"
1"stomach knotted"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences145
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences145
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences156
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen30
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1605
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions3
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
94.48% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions47
wordCount1441
uniqueNames18
maxNameDensity1.11
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Quinn16
Soho1
Raven1
Nest2
Tomás3
Herrera9
Met2
Carnaby1
Morris3
Veil1
Market1
Camden1
Tube1
Ordnance1
Survey1
Saint1
Christopher1
First1
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Tomás"
2"Herrera"
3"Carnaby"
4"Morris"
5"Market"
6"Camden"
7"Survey"
8"Saint"
9"Christopher"
places
0"Soho"
1"Raven"
2"Nest"
globalScore0.945
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences97
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.623
wordCount1605
matches
0"not wind, but a crowd"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences156
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs39
mean41.15
std22.66
cv0.551
sampleLengths
074
169
273
376
457
555
657
753
85
950
1069
1153
1236
1391
1469
1556
1667
1730
1815
1912
2019
2139
2258
2351
2434
2532
2645
2741
2817
2917
3013
3123
3241
3314
347
3524
3611
3733
3819
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences145
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs301
matches
0"was descending"
1"was gaining"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount20
semicolonCount2
flaggedSentences20
totalSentences156
ratio0.128
matches
0"The suspect glanced back, his face a pale flash under the hood—Tomás Herrera, the off-books medic with ties to every shady corner of the city."
1"That's what kept DS Morris alive in her memory—until it didn't."
2"No—footprints in the muck led to a rusted grating half-hidden by overflowing bins."
3"Her mind raced—backup?"
4"Brick arches loomed, tagged with graffiti that glowed faintly under her light—symbols she didn't recognise, looping like ancient script."
5"Whispers filtered back—voices?"
6"She paused, torch beam darting left—empty—then right, where a faint glow pulsed."
7"Beyond, a murmur swelled—not wind, but a crowd."
8"The air hummed with scents—sulphur from alchemical burners, the sweet rot of forbidden herbs, and under it all, the sharp bite of fear-sweat from buyers and sellers alike."
9"The market pulsed with life: a woman with eyes like polished obsidian bartered a dagger that whispered when touched; a man in tatters displayed jars of writhing shadows."
10"This was the underbelly she'd only glimpsed in case files—supernatural black market, whispers from informants too terrified to name it."
11"One wrong move, and she'd end up like Morris—gone, no trace."
12"But Herrera was gaining distance, slipping towards a far stall piled with medical curios—syringes filled with glowing serum, bandages that knit flesh on contact."
13"Bodies pressed close—too close—furs brushing her arm, a hand with too many fingers grazing her pocket."
14"Sensory overload clawed at her: the sizzle of meat on unseen grills, tasting of copper and ash; the low chant of a deal gone sour, escalating to snarls."
15"The orbs hummed, visions flickering inside—flashes of bloodied streets, faces twisted in agony."
16"Footsteps slapped behind her now—market enforcers?"
17"Herrera's medallion swung visible as he glanced back, Saint Christopher glinting—a patron saint for travellers, mockingly apt."
18"The tunnel levelled into a chamber, crates stacked high—smuggled goods?"
19"From the shadows, shapes emerged—enforcers, twisted limbs uncoiling, eyes like embers."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1473
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount38
adverbRatio0.025797691785471828
lyAdverbCount10
lyAdverbRatio0.006788866259334691
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences156
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences156
mean10.29
std6.92
cv0.673
sampleLengths
021
121
219
313
422
516
617
714
825
920
102
116
1220
1315
1412
1514
1613
1722
1812
1914
2018
211
221
2311
2419
2514
261
2713
283
293
302
319
3220
3319
349
3514
3611
373
3810
3915
405
4122
429
4319
447
4510
462
472
483
4911
79.91% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats2
diversityRatio0.48717948717948717
totalSentences156
uniqueOpeners76
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences125
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount33
totalSentences125
matches
0"She cursed under her breath,"
1"He ducked left at the"
2"Her voice cut sharp, military-honed,"
3"She'd tailed him for weeks,"
4"She broke into the open"
5"She couldn't lose him here,"
6"He veered towards a side"
7"He was descending."
8"She yanked the grating aside,"
9"Her torch beam pierced the"
10"Her mind raced—backup?"
11"She killed the line, dropping"
12"Her feet hit uneven ground,"
13"She paused, torch beam darting"
14"She pushed on, the ground"
15"Her watch strap chafed her"
16"She scanned for exits: two,"
17"She stepped inside, door creaking"
18"He chuckled, low and wet."
19"She slid a tenner across"
ratio0.264
56.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount101
totalSentences125
matches
0"Harlow Quinn's boots slapped against"
1"The suspect bolted ahead, a"
2"She cursed under her breath,"
3"He ducked left at the"
4"The bar's green neon sign"
5"Quinn shoved past a cluster"
6"Her voice cut sharp, military-honed,"
7"The suspect glanced back, his"
8"She'd tailed him for weeks,"
9"Patients who vanished into thin"
10"She broke into the open"
11"Cars hissed past, tyres churning"
12"Tomás darted across the road,"
13"Quinn followed, lungs burning, her"
14"She couldn't lose him here,"
15"He veered towards a side"
16"Quinn matched his pace, her"
17"The rain plastered her salt-and-pepper"
18"That's what kept DS Morris"
19"Tomás slipped into a shadowed"
ratio0.808
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences125
matches(empty)
ratio0
32.97% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences65
technicalSentenceCount10
matches
0"The bar's green neon sign buzzed overhead, casting erratic glows on puddles that mirrored the chaos."
1"And now this: him sprinting from a back-room deal at the Nest that reeked of something darker than black-market pills."
2"Brick arches loomed, tagged with graffiti that glowed faintly under her light—symbols she didn't recognise, looping like ancient script."
3"An abandoned Tube platform stretched out, platforms lit by flickering lanterns that hung from chains, casting long shadows over stalls crammed with oddities."
4"Vendors hawked vials of shimmering liquid that bubbled without heat, amulets pulsing with inner light, scrolls unrolling to reveal maps of places that didn't ex…"
5"The market pulsed with life: a woman with eyes like polished obsidian bartered a dagger that whispered when touched; a man in tatters displayed jars of writhing…"
6"A vendor with scales for skin hissed something in a tongue that prickled her ears."
7"But Herrera was gaining distance, slipping towards a far stall piled with medical curios—syringes filled with glowing serum, bandages that knit flesh on contact…"
8"The stall-keeper, a wiry man with tattoos that shifted like ink in water, leaned forward, breath reeking of cloves."
9"He bolted, knocking over a tray of vials that shattered in sprays of acrid smoke."
62.50% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags8
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"She gained, boots pounding"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
79.9282%