Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7PRD8NTA35R2TEF4YBKE2

Run Details

Model:
Grok 4
Duration:
1m 18s
Cost:
$0.049740
Provider:
xAI

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
Quinn's boots slammed against the slick pavement, splashing water up her calves as she vaulted over a puddle that hid a treacherous pothole. The suspect, a wiry man in a drenched hoodie, glanced back just once, his warm brown eyes wild under the stutter of a failing streetlamp. She pushed harder, her sharp jaw set, the worn leather watch on her left wrist ticking like a metronome against her pulse. Eighteen years on the force had honed her to military precision, but this chase through Soho's twisting alleys tested every inch of it. The man darted left into a narrow cut-through, knocking over a stack of empty crates that clattered behind him like thunder. "Stop! Metropolitan Police!" Quinn shouted, her voice cutting through the downpour, but he didn't break stride. She knew him from the files: Tomás Herrera, former paramedic, licence revoked for dodgy treatments. Suspected in a string of unexplained healings that tied back to her partner's death three years ago. DS Morris had bled out in an alley much like this one, wounds that shouldn't have killed him, whispers of something unnatural. Herrera's name had surfaced in the margins, a ghost in the paperwork. He skidded around a corner, his short curly dark brown hair plastered to his olive skin, the scar on his left forearm flashing pale as he grabbed a lamppost for leverage. Quinn followed, her brown eyes narrowing on the Saint Christopher medallion swinging from his neck like a taunt. Rain hammered her closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair, soaking through her coat, but she ignored the chill, focused on the rhythm of his desperate breaths ahead. The streets blurred into a maze of neon signs and huddled pedestrians scattering like rats. A taxi horn blared as Herrera bolted across a junction, tyres screeching on wet tarmac. Quinn dodged the same cab, her hand slapping its bonnet for balance, the driver yelling obscenities through the window. She didn't apologise; there was no time. Herrera vanished into the throng near Leicester Square, but she spotted the green neon glow of The Raven's Nest flickering in the distance. His kind frequented places like that—dimly lit bars with walls of old maps and black-and-white photographs, hiding secrets in plain sight. She closed the gap, her height giving her an edge as she shoved past a group of tourists fumbling with umbrellas. Herrera risked a look back, his warm brown eyes locking on hers for a split second. Recognition flared there, and something else—fear, or maybe guilt. He veered right, away from the bar, plunging into a side street that led towards Camden. Quinn's lungs burned, but she pressed on, the city a cacophony of rain-slicked chaos around her. Puddles reflected fractured lights from shop windows, and the air carried the sharp tang of wet asphalt mixed with distant curry from a takeaway. Her mind raced ahead: if he reached the Tube, he'd melt into the crowds. But Herrera didn't head for the station entrance. Instead, he ducked into an alley behind a row of shuttered shops, kicking over a bin that spilled rubbish across her path. She leaped it cleanly, her boots finding purchase on the uneven ground. The alley narrowed, walls closing in like a vice, graffiti scrawled in languages she didn't recognise. Herrera slammed into a rusted door at the end, fumbling something from his pocket—a small bone token, pale and etched with symbols. He pressed it against the lock, and the door groaned open, revealing stairs descending into darkness. Quinn skidded to a halt just as he disappeared down them, the door swinging shut with a metallic clang. She tested the handle—locked. Her fist pounded once, uselessly, before she stepped back, scanning the frame. No markings, no signs, but her instincts screamed trap. This wasn't some ordinary basement; whispers from informants had mentioned hidden markets, places where the city's underbelly traded in things that defied logic. The Veil Market, they called it, a supernatural black market that shifted every full moon, entry by bone token only. Beneath Camden, in an abandoned Tube station, selling enchanted goods and banned substances. Unfamiliar territory, potentially lethal for a copper like her. She glanced at her watch—twenty-three hundred hours. Backup was a call away, but radioing in now meant losing him, and with him, answers about Morris. The rain intensified, drumming on her shoulders like impatient fingers. Herrera's scar, that medallion—clues that tied him to the clique she suspected of criminal activity, the same group that might explain the supernatural fog around her partner's death. A distant siren wailed, unrelated, but it spurred her. She pulled her lockpick set from her coat, the tools cold and familiar in her hands. The lock was old, rusted, but it gave after a tense minute of jiggling. The door creaked open, exhaling stale air thick with dust and something metallic, like old blood. Stairs spiralled down, dimly lit by flickering bulbs strung along the ceiling. Quinn drew her torch, clicking it on with her thumb, the beam cutting through the gloom. She descended, each step echoing, her free hand trailing the rough wall for balance. The air grew cooler, heavier, carrying whispers of voices from below—murmurs in accents she couldn't place, the clink of glass, a low hum like machinery or incantations. At the bottom, the stairs opened into a vast, cavernous space: the abandoned Tube station, its platforms repurposed into a labyrinth of stalls and shadowed alcoves. Torches and enchanted lanterns cast dancing lights on arched ceilings black with soot, and the air buzzed with the scent of incense, herbs, and something acrid, like burnt sage. Vendors hawked wares from makeshift tables—vials of glowing liquids, amulets that pulsed with inner light, scrolls yellowed with age. A woman with eyes like polished obsidian peddled jars of writhing shadows, while a hulking figure in a hood traded whispers for coins. Quinn melted into the crowd, her military bearing softened to mimic the wary shuffle of the patrons. She scanned for Herrera, spotting his dark curls bobbing through the throng towards a far stall piled with medical supplies: bandages that shimmered unnaturally, syringes filled with iridescent fluid. He spoke urgently to a vendor, a gaunt man with tattoos snaking up his arms. She edged closer, weaving past a group bartering over a cursed dagger, its blade humming faintly. The market's energy prickled her skin, unnatural, like the hairs rising before a storm. This place confirmed the rumours—supernatural dealings right under London's nose. Morris had stumbled onto something similar, she realised now, his death no accident but a silencing. Herrera finished his transaction, pocketing a small vial, and turned, his eyes sweeping the crowd. Quinn ducked behind a stack of crates, her heart steady despite the adrenaline. He moved again, heading deeper into the market, towards a tunnel mouth where the lights dimmed to nothing. She followed, the decision crystallising in her mind. Unfamiliar, yes. Dangerous, absolutely. But answers waited in the shadows, and she wouldn't let them slip away like Morris had. The tunnel swallowed him, and Quinn paused at its edge, torch beam revealing graffiti in glowing ink, symbols that seemed to writhe. A vendor nearby hissed a warning, but she ignored it, stepping in. The air thickened, pressing close, and faint echoes carried Herrera's footsteps ahead. Deeper in, the tunnel branched, and she chose the left fork, guided by a distant drip of water and the glint of his medallion catching her light. Voices echoed from side passages—deals being struck, arguments bubbling. She passed a chamber where figures huddled around a fire that burned blue, casting eerie shadows on faces that weren't quite human. Herrera stopped ahead, in a small alcove lit by a single lantern. He knelt before a shrine of sorts, bones arranged in patterns, whispering in Spanish. Quinn crept closer, her boot scuffing a pebble that skittered across the floor. He whirled, the scar on his forearm stark in the light. "Detective Quinn. You shouldn't have followed." She levelled her torch at him, her other hand on her cuff keys, ready. "Herrera. Hands where I can see them." He raised them slowly, the vial still clutched in one. "This isn't your world. Turn back." "Not until you explain Morris. My partner. You treated him, didn't you? Off the books, like your other supernatural patients." His warm brown eyes flickered with something like pity. "Morris crossed paths with forces he didn't understand. Like you now." The market's hum grew louder, footsteps approaching from behind. Quinn spun, but too late—a group of market enforcers emerged from the shadows, eyes glowing with unnatural light, weapons drawn that shimmered with enchantments. Herrera bolted deeper into the tunnel as the enforcers closed in, one snarling, "Intruder!" Quinn backed up, torch swinging, her mind racing for an exit that wasn't there. The first enforcer lunged, and she dodged, the chase turning into a fight for survival in the heart of the unknown.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags2
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences7
tagDensity0.286
leniency0.571
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
96.67% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1503
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
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)
13.51% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1503
totalAiIsms26
found
0
word"treacherous"
count1
1
word"pulse"
count1
2
word"chill"
count1
3
word"cacophony"
count1
4
word"fractured"
count1
5
word"raced"
count1
6
word"etched"
count1
7
word"scanning"
count1
8
word"familiar"
count1
9
word"gloom"
count1
10
word"echoing"
count1
11
word"dancing"
count1
12
word"pulsed"
count1
13
word"hulking"
count1
14
word"scanned"
count1
15
word"shimmered"
count2
16
word"absolutely"
count1
17
word"echoes"
count1
18
word"footsteps"
count2
19
word"glint"
count1
20
word"echoed"
count1
21
word"stark"
count1
22
word"flickered"
count1
23
word"racing"
count1
highlights
0"treacherous"
1"pulse"
2"chill"
3"cacophony"
4"fractured"
5"raced"
6"etched"
7"scanning"
8"familiar"
9"gloom"
10"echoing"
11"dancing"
12"pulsed"
13"hulking"
14"scanned"
15"shimmered"
16"absolutely"
17"echoes"
18"footsteps"
19"glint"
20"echoed"
21"stark"
22"flickered"
23"racing"
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
narrationSentences88
matches(empty)
94.16% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences88
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)
analyzedSentences93
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen31
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1485
ratio0
matches(empty)
93.75% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions8
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"The Veil Market, they called it, a supernatural black market that shifted every full moon, entry by bone token only."
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions47
wordCount1431
uniqueNames17
maxNameDensity0.91
worstName"Herrera"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Herrera"
discoveredNames
Soho1
Tomás1
Herrera13
Morris4
Saint1
Christopher1
Leicester1
Square1
Raven1
Nest1
Camden2
Tube3
Veil1
Market1
London1
Quinn13
Spanish1
persons
0"Tomás"
1"Herrera"
2"Morris"
3"Saint"
4"Christopher"
5"Raven"
6"Nest"
7"Quinn"
places
0"Soho"
1"Leicester"
2"Camden"
3"Market"
4"London"
5"Spanish"
globalScore1
windowScore1
61.76% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences85
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"symbols that seemed to writhe"
1"quite human"
2"something like pity"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.673
wordCount1485
matches
0"no accident but"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences93
matches(empty)
99.15% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs28
mean53.04
std26.36
cv0.497
sampleLengths
048
166
282
374
4100
562
684
766
8109
963
1055
1169
1297
1361
1456
1546
1628
1746
1858
1939
2017
2121
2216
2320
2420
2533
2614
2735
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences88
matches
0"being struck"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs242
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount12
semicolonCount2
flaggedSentences13
totalSentences93
ratio0.14
matches
0"She didn't apologise; there was no time."
1"His kind frequented places like that—dimly lit bars with walls of old maps and black-and-white photographs, hiding secrets in plain sight."
2"Recognition flared there, and something else—fear, or maybe guilt."
3"Herrera slammed into a rusted door at the end, fumbling something from his pocket—a small bone token, pale and etched with symbols."
4"She tested the handle—locked."
5"This wasn't some ordinary basement; whispers from informants had mentioned hidden markets, places where the city's underbelly traded in things that defied logic."
6"She glanced at her watch—twenty-three hundred hours."
7"Herrera's scar, that medallion—clues that tied him to the clique she suspected of criminal activity, the same group that might explain the supernatural fog around her partner's death."
8"The air grew cooler, heavier, carrying whispers of voices from below—murmurs in accents she couldn't place, the clink of glass, a low hum like machinery or incantations."
9"Vendors hawked wares from makeshift tables—vials of glowing liquids, amulets that pulsed with inner light, scrolls yellowed with age."
10"This place confirmed the rumours—supernatural dealings right under London's nose."
11"Voices echoed from side passages—deals being struck, arguments bubbling."
12"Quinn spun, but too late—a group of market enforcers emerged from the shadows, eyes glowing with unnatural light, weapons drawn that shimmered with enchantments."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1449
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount33
adverbRatio0.022774327122153208
lyAdverbCount14
lyAdverbRatio0.00966183574879227
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences93
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
99.22% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences93
mean15.97
std6.36
cv0.398
sampleLengths
023
125
222
323
421
516
615
717
822
912
1031
1118
1225
1315
1415
1519
167
1723
1821
1921
2016
219
2216
2316
2424
2514
268
2722
2812
2916
3022
3116
3219
334
3412
359
3623
3720
3813
399
407
4118
4210
4328
449
4516
4614
4716
4812
4916
56.27% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats1
diversityRatio0.34408602150537637
totalSentences93
uniqueOpeners32
38.76% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences86
matches
0"Instead, he ducked into an"
ratio0.012
99.07% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount26
totalSentences86
matches
0"She pushed harder, her sharp"
1"She knew him from the"
2"He skidded around a corner,"
3"She didn't apologise; there was"
4"His kind frequented places like"
5"She closed the gap, her"
6"He veered right, away from"
7"Her mind raced ahead: if"
8"She leaped it cleanly, her"
9"He pressed it against the"
10"She tested the handle—locked."
11"Her fist pounded once, uselessly,"
12"She glanced at her watch—twenty—three"
13"She pulled her lockpick set"
14"She descended, each step echoing,"
15"She scanned for Herrera, spotting"
16"He spoke urgently to a"
17"She edged closer, weaving past"
18"He moved again, heading deeper"
19"She followed, the decision crystallising"
ratio0.302
23.95% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount75
totalSentences86
matches
0"Quinn's boots slammed against the"
1"The suspect, a wiry man"
2"She pushed harder, her sharp"
3"The man darted left into"
4"Quinn shouted, her voice cutting"
5"She knew him from the"
6"DS Morris had bled out"
7"Herrera's name had surfaced in"
8"He skidded around a corner,"
9"Quinn followed, her brown eyes"
10"The streets blurred into a"
11"A taxi horn blared as"
12"Quinn dodged the same cab,"
13"She didn't apologise; there was"
14"Herrera vanished into the throng"
15"His kind frequented places like"
16"She closed the gap, her"
17"Herrera risked a look back,"
18"Recognition flared there, and something"
19"He veered right, away from"
ratio0.872
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences86
matches(empty)
ratio0
17.37% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences74
technicalSentenceCount13
matches
0"Quinn's boots slammed against the slick pavement, splashing water up her calves as she vaulted over a puddle that hid a treacherous pothole."
1"DS Morris had bled out in an alley much like this one, wounds that shouldn't have killed him, whispers of something unnatural."
2"She closed the gap, her height giving her an edge as she shoved past a group of tourists fumbling with umbrellas."
3"Instead, he ducked into an alley behind a row of shuttered shops, kicking over a bin that spilled rubbish across her path."
4"This wasn't some ordinary basement; whispers from informants had mentioned hidden markets, places where the city's underbelly traded in things that defied logic…"
5"The Veil Market, they called it, a supernatural black market that shifted every full moon, entry by bone token only."
6"Herrera's scar, that medallion—clues that tied him to the clique she suspected of criminal activity, the same group that might explain the supernatural fog arou…"
7"Quinn drew her torch, clicking it on with her thumb, the beam cutting through the gloom."
8"She scanned for Herrera, spotting his dark curls bobbing through the throng towards a far stall piled with medical supplies: bandages that shimmered unnaturally…"
9"She edged closer, weaving past a group bartering over a cursed dagger, its blade humming faintly."
10"Herrera finished his transaction, pocketing a small vial, and turned, his eyes sweeping the crowd."
11"The tunnel swallowed him, and Quinn paused at its edge, torch beam revealing graffiti in glowing ink, symbols that seemed to writhe."
12"Quinn backed up, torch swinging, her mind racing for an exit that wasn't there."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags2
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
7.14% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags1
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Quinn shouted (shout)"
dialogueSentences7
tagDensity0.143
leniency0.286
rawRatio1
effectiveRatio0.286
76.6931%