Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7V0XQ9KDK3BYEXYNVQFW8

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Duration:
27.2s
Cost:
$0.002150
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
Harlow Quinn's boots skidded on slick cobbles as she hurdled a toppled wheelie bin. The suspect twisted ahead, his short curly hair plastered dark against his skull, olive-skinned arm flashing pale scar under sodium lamps. Rain sheeted off his jacket in silvery ropes. He vaulted a low fence into a narrow mews behind Greek Street, Saint Christopher medallion swinging wild from his neck. She gritted her teeth, sharp jaw clenched. Military bearing propelled her forward, legs pumping with eighteen years' drill precision. The worn leather watch on her left wrist ticked relentless, soaked band chafing raw skin. *Tomás Herrera. Off-books medic. Clique hanger-on.* She'd clocked him slipping from The Raven's Nest ten minutes back, green neon sign flickering accusation above the door. His hand had dipped into a pocket, clutching something bone-white. "Fucking halt!" Her shout sliced the downpour, drowned by tyres hissing on wet tarmac nearby. He didn't break stride. Ducked under a fire escape, shoulders scraping rust-flake metal. Soho's back alleys choked tight, black-and-white photos peeling from walls in the Nest's shadow, old maps curling like forgotten spells. She followed, coat flapping heavy, rain needling brown eyes. Copper tang stung nostrils, mingled with bin-rot and chip grease from a late-night van. Herrera burst onto Charing Cross Road. Horns blared as he wove through crawling traffic, a black cab swerving with a splash that drenched her trousers to the knee. She dodged the bow wave, lungs burning, glimpsed his profile—warm brown eyes wide in the dash. Twenty-nine years old. Seville-born. Lost his NHS licence patching supernaturals. *Partner's ghost whispers your name, Tommy.* Pavement gleamed oil-slick under headlights. He cut north, towards Tottenham Court Road tube, feet slapping puddles that erupted knee-high. She gained ground, fingers brushing her radio clipped inside coat pocket. Backup? No signal in these concrete canyons, and DS Morris's empty desk haunted that hesitation three years on. Unexplained. Supernatural fog she still choked on in dreams. He glanced back once, medallion glinting. Panic creased his face. Turned sharp into a service alley off Goodge Street, bins crashing in his wake like thunderclaps. Quinn hurdled the mess, boot sole catching a lid that spun wild, clanging off brick. Pain lanced her ankle, but she pushed, breath ragged saws in her chest. Camden's fringe loomed now, market stalls shuttered under awnings that funnelled rain in curtains. He sprinted past a tattoo parlour's flickering dragon mural, veins pulsing electric blue. The air thickened, ozone bite sharpening to something feral—herbs? Blood? Underground pulse throbbed faint through soles. Herrera skidded at a grated manhole cover beside abandoned tracks, rusted chain-link fence half-torn. He yanked it wider, frame bending with a screech that set her teeth on edge. Bone token flashed in his fist—yellowed shard, etched sigils glowing faint phosphorescent. He dropped through the gap, vanishing into black. Quinn slammed to halt, chest heaving. Rain drummed her shoulders, rivulets tracing jawline down neck. Fence wires bit gloved palms as she gripped, peered into the void. Stairs spiralled down, slick iron steps vanishing into murk. Faint voices echoed up, haggling sharp as knives. Sulphur reek coiled, laced with charred meat and something sweeter, like overripe peaches rotting in honey. *Veil Market.* Rumours from vice informants, full-moon shifts beneath the city. Bone key only. Enchanted wares. Banned potions. Clique's shadow economy. Morris had chased a lead here once. Never resurfaced whole. Radio crackled static in her pocket. No bars. She thumbed it anyway. "Control, this is Quinn. Suspect down Camden derelict tube. Herrera. Request immediate—" Dead air. Her watch hand swept past nine. Military tick mocked the drip-drip from above. Footsteps splashed distant on street level—night revellers? Or his mates from the Nest? She crouched, salt-and-pepper hair spiking wet across forehead. Herrera's medallion had swung free in the dash; she'd seen the chain snag. Knife scar on forearm matched a DB from last month's overdose, stitched sloppy off-books. Decision clawed. Call it in, seal the hatch, starve them out till dawn. Protocol. Safe. Or plunge after, collar him live, crack the clique's spine before they bolt again. Morris's file burned in her mind—unexplained evisceration, symbols like claws on his torso. Supernatural, brass had ruled accident. She knew better. Grit scraped under nails as she tore the fence wider. Coat snagged, ripping seam with a wet pop. She wedged through, boots finding first step. Iron groaned under weight. Torch beam from her phone sliced fog, illuminating graffiti-smeared walls: eyes watching, mouths gaping fangs. Deeper. Air grew thick, velvet-clogged lungs. Echoes multiplied—bargains hissed in tongues she half-knew from cold cases. Latin twists. Slavic growls. Steps levelled to platform edge, abandoned tube rails vanishing into tunnel maw. Barrow-lights bobbed ahead: lanterns fuelled by foxfire, casting green halos on stalls carved from bone and driftwood. Veil Market sprawled alive. Vendors hawked vials bubbling indigo, stoppered with wax seals stamped skulls. A hag with gill-slits peddled eel-skin gloves that whispered secrets. Horned youth hawked jars of eyeballs, pupils dilating at her approach. Stalls groaned under weight of grimoires bound in what smelled like human vellum, alchemical powders fizzing sparks. Information brokers lurked in alcoves, faces hooded, trading whispers for teeth. Herrera melted into the throng, shoulder bumping a stall that spilled iridescent scales like coins. He shoved through, medallion tucked away, bone token clenched fist-white. Quinn killed the torch, melted shadow along rail. Heart hammered drum-solo. A merchant's gaze snagged hers—yellow slit-pupils in a face too smooth for human. He proffered a mirror shard, reflective surface swirling faces screaming silent. She slipped past, coat brushing velvet drape heavy with wards. Fabric hummed electric against skin, raising hackles. Crowd parted grudging, murmurs rippling: *Fed. Stinks of law.* *Fresh meat.* Olives and spice trailed Herrera's path, his cologne cutting the market's rot. He bartered frantic at a cauldron stall, steam wreathing runes. Vendor, squat dwarf with forge-hammer hands, palmed his token. Exchanged for a satchel slung quick under jacket—potion vials? Dossiers? Quinn closed, five paces now. Four. Her hand snaked to holster, fingers numb cold. Herrera spun, eyes locking brown on brown. Recognition flared. "You." "Down on ground, Herrera. Hands where I see 'em." Crowd hushed. Stalls froze mid-haggle. Dwarf vendor gripped a cleaver etched lightning-bolt runes. He bolted again, satchel bouncing, into a side tunnel choked with crates stamped occult sigils. Quinn pursued, boots pounding cracked tile. Torch beam jittered wild, catching rat-swarms scattering iridescent. Tunnel narrowed, walls sweating moisture that gleamed oily. Voices faded behind, replaced by drip-echo and distant rumble—ghost trains? Or something hungrier. She rounded a bend. Herrera cornered, back to a chained door pocked iron spikes. Bone runes pulsed red above lintel. Secret exit? His scar gleamed livid sweat, medallion clutched like lifeline. "End of road, Tommy. Clique's medic. Patching vampires? Were-rats? Talk, or I drag you topside in pieces." He pressed door latch, runes flaring brighter. Satchel slipped open an inch—glass glinted inside, liquids swirling shadow. "Not yours to judge." Voice held Andalusian lilt, clipped paramedic calm. "You lot kill what you fear." Door cracked. Howl ripped from beyond—wind? Beast? Claws scraped stone. Quinn drew, Glock steady two-hand grip. Military precision locked aim centre-mass. Rain forgotten, market reek burned throat. Morris's eviscerated grin flashed—supernatural claws. Follow further? Door yawned black, Herrera half-through. Howl peaked, wet teeth snapping air. Her finger tightened trigger. Something seized her ankle from shadows—taloned grip, scales rasping leather. Yanked hard. She fired wild, bullet ricocheting spark-trail. Fell sprawling, torch skittering. Door slammed shut behind Herrera's vanishing laugh. Talons dragged her back into dark.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags3
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences7
tagDensity0.429
leniency0.857
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1294
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)
11.13% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1294
totalAiIsms23
found
0
word"jaw clenched"
count1
1
word"pumping"
count1
2
word"glinting"
count1
3
word"loomed"
count1
4
word"electric"
count2
5
word"pulse"
count1
6
word"throbbed"
count1
7
word"etched"
count2
8
word"tracing"
count1
9
word"echoed"
count1
10
word"footsteps"
count1
11
word"weight"
count2
12
word"velvet"
count2
13
word"echoes"
count1
14
word"maw"
count1
15
word"pounding"
count1
16
word"echo"
count1
17
word"pulsed"
count1
18
word"lilt"
count1
highlights
0"jaw clenched"
1"pumping"
2"glinting"
3"loomed"
4"electric"
5"pulse"
6"throbbed"
7"etched"
8"tracing"
9"echoed"
10"footsteps"
11"weight"
12"velvet"
13"echoes"
14"maw"
15"pounding"
16"echo"
17"pulsed"
18"lilt"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"clenched jaw/fists"
count1
1
label"jaw/fists clenched"
count1
highlights
0"clenched fist"
1"jaw clenched"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences149
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences149
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences154
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen22
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans5
markdownWords20
totalWords1242
ratio0.016
matches
0"Tomás Herrera. Off-books medic. Clique hanger-on."
1"Partner's ghost whispers your name, Tommy."
2"Veil Market."
3"Fed. Stinks of law."
4"Fresh meat."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions5
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions56
wordCount1188
uniqueNames25
maxNameDensity0.84
worstName"Herrera"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Quinn7
Greek1
Street2
Saint1
Christopher1
Herrera10
Raven1
Nest3
Charing1
Cross1
Road2
Pavement1
Tottenham1
Court1
Morris4
Goodge1
Rumours1
Market2
Olives1
Andalusian1
Door3
Glock1
Rain3
Military3
Bone3
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Saint"
2"Christopher"
3"Herrera"
4"Pavement"
5"Morris"
6"Market"
7"Door"
8"Rain"
9"Military"
places
0"Greek"
1"Street"
2"Raven"
3"Nest"
4"Charing"
5"Cross"
6"Road"
7"Tottenham"
8"Court"
9"Goodge"
globalScore1
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences99
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"smelled like human vellum, alchemical powd"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1242
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences154
matches
0"haunted that hesitation"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs39
mean31.85
std19.43
cv0.61
sampleLengths
063
169
215
356
460
557
654
743
849
960
1031
1124
1215
1348
1450
1544
1649
1764
1825
1935
2040
2129
2214
239
241
259
2613
2729
2821
2931
3017
3117
3217
3310
3422
3513
364
3729
386
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences149
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs260
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount13
semicolonCount1
flaggedSentences14
totalSentences154
ratio0.091
matches
0"She dodged the bow wave, lungs burning, glimpsed his profile—warm brown eyes wide in the dash."
1"The air thickened, ozone bite sharpening to something feral—herbs?"
2"Bone token flashed in his fist—yellowed shard, etched sigils glowing faint phosphorescent."
3"Footsteps splashed distant on street level—night revellers?"
4"Herrera's medallion had swung free in the dash; she'd seen the chain snag."
5"Morris's file burned in her mind—unexplained evisceration, symbols like claws on his torso."
6"Echoes multiplied—bargains hissed in tongues she half-knew from cold cases."
7"A merchant's gaze snagged hers—yellow slit-pupils in a face too smooth for human."
8"Exchanged for a satchel slung quick under jacket—potion vials?"
9"Voices faded behind, replaced by drip-echo and distant rumble—ghost trains?"
10"Satchel slipped open an inch—glass glinted inside, liquids swirling shadow."
11"Howl ripped from beyond—wind?"
12"Morris's eviscerated grin flashed—supernatural claws."
13"Something seized her ankle from shadows—taloned grip, scales rasping leather."
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount119
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"suspect twisted ahead, his"
adverbCount1
adverbRatio0.008403361344537815
lyAdverbCount1
lyAdverbRatio0.008403361344537815
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences154
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences154
mean8.06
std5.06
cv0.627
sampleLengths
014
121
28
320
47
512
615
72
82
921
1010
1115
124
139
1420
159
1614
176
1822
1916
203
211
226
236
245
2514
2611
271
2817
291
308
316
324
3316
3415
3513
3614
3713
389
391
406
4114
4215
4312
448
456
469
4712
489
498
100.00% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats0
diversityRatio0.6233766233766234
totalSentences154
uniqueOpeners96
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences124
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount29
totalSentences124
matches
0"He vaulted a low fence"
1"She gritted her teeth, sharp"
2"His hand had dipped into"
3"Her shout sliced the downpour,"
4"He didn't break stride."
5"She followed, coat flapping heavy,"
6"She dodged the bow wave,"
7"He cut north, towards Tottenham"
8"She gained ground, fingers brushing"
9"He glanced back once, medallion"
10"He sprinted past a tattoo"
11"He yanked it wider, frame"
12"He dropped through the gap,"
13"She thumbed it anyway."
14"Her watch hand swept past"
15"She crouched, salt-and-pepper hair spiking"
16"She knew better."
17"She wedged through, boots finding"
18"He shoved through, medallion tucked"
19"He proffered a mirror shard,"
ratio0.234
44.68% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount103
totalSentences124
matches
0"Harlow Quinn's boots skidded on"
1"The suspect twisted ahead, his"
2"Rain sheeted off his jacket"
3"He vaulted a low fence"
4"She gritted her teeth, sharp"
5"Military bearing propelled her forward,"
6"The worn leather watch on"
7"Clique hanger-on.* She'd clocked him"
8"His hand had dipped into"
9"Her shout sliced the downpour,"
10"He didn't break stride."
11"Soho's back alleys choked tight,"
12"She followed, coat flapping heavy,"
13"Copper tang stung nostrils, mingled"
14"Herrera burst onto Charing Cross"
15"Horns blared as he wove"
16"She dodged the bow wave,"
17"*Partner's ghost whispers your name,"
18"Pavement gleamed oil-slick under headlights."
19"He cut north, towards Tottenham"
ratio0.831
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences124
matches(empty)
ratio0
91.84% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences56
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"He cut north, towards Tottenham Court Road tube, feet slapping puddles that erupted knee-high."
1"Camden's fringe loomed now, market stalls shuttered under awnings that funnelled rain in curtains."
2"A hag with gill-slits peddled eel-skin gloves that whispered secrets."
3"Herrera melted into the throng, shoulder bumping a stall that spilled iridescent scales like coins."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags3
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"Military bearing, legs pumping with eighteen years' drill precision"
7.14% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags1
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Her shout (shout)"
dialogueSentences7
tagDensity0.143
leniency0.286
rawRatio1
effectiveRatio0.286
78.2928%