Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9ZK8691JYDF8T6BH4RN65

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Duration:
11.7s
Cost:
$0.000969
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Mistral

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

Model response

AI
--- The alleyway stank of wet concrete and something older, something that clung to the air like the memory of a bad dream. Quinn’s boots splashed through a puddle that had already absorbed the glow of the flickering streetlamp above. The suspect—*her suspect*—had vanished into the labyrinth of Soho’s backstreets, but the scent of him lingered: cheap cologne, the metallic tang of blood, and the faintest whiff of something burnt, like old parchment left too close to a flame. She adjusted the grip on her revolver, the weight familiar in her palm. *Three years.* Three years since Morris had been taken from her, and she’d spent every one of them chasing ghosts. But this wasn’t a ghost. This was a man who’d left a trail of bodies in his wake, and Quinn wasn’t about to let him slip through her fingers again. A shadow moved ahead. Not the suspect—too tall, too broad. A figure hunched under a dripping awning, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Quinn slowed, her breath steady despite the adrenaline. *Tomás.* She’d known he’d be here. Knew he’d be waiting in the dark, ready to patch up another mess she’d made. “You’re bleeding,” he said, voice low, the Spanish lilt cutting through the rain. She glanced down at the red smear on her sleeve. A graze from a shard of glass, nothing serious. “Not mine.” Tomás didn’t answer. He stepped into the dim glow of the alley, his olive skin almost black under the streetlight. The scar along his forearm stood out, a thin white line against the dark. He pulled a small medical kit from his coat, the kind that looked like it belonged in a war zone, not a London backstreet. “You’re tracking the wrong man.” Quinn didn’t look at him. “He’s the one who killed the barman at *The Raven’s Nest*.” Tomás’s fingers moved quickly, unwrapping a strip of antiseptic. “The barman was a drug dealer. He had it coming.” “He was a *person*.” “And you’re a detective who’s been chasing shadows for too long.” He pressed the strip to her wound. “You’re not thinking straight.” She flinched as the antiseptic burned. “I’m thinking *justice*.” Tomás exhaled through his nose, a sound that was almost a laugh. “Justice doesn’t work like this. Not in this city.” He tossed the used strip into a nearby bin. “You’re going after the wrong target. The real power isn’t the dealer. It’s the one pulling the strings.” Quinn wiped her sleeve across her mouth, tasting copper. “I don’t care about strings. I care about bodies.” Tomás’s expression darkened. “Then you’re going to walk into a trap.” She turned, her coat flaring around her like a cape in a cheap thriller. “I’ve walked into traps before.” “Not like *this* one.” He jerked his chin toward the mouth of the alley, where the rain had picked up, turning the cobblestones into a slick, treacherous surface. “That way leads to the Veil Market. And whatever’s waiting for you there won’t be human.” Quinn hesitated. The Veil Market. She’d heard the whispers, the warnings from the old-timers who still remembered the city before the supernatural became just another part of the landscape. A place where deals were made in blood and secrets were currency. A place where the rules of the mortal world didn’t apply. But she’d spent her career chasing the unseen. And if this suspect—this *target*—was connected to whatever was happening beneath Camden, then she wasn’t about to turn back now. “You’re coming with me,” she said. Tomás’s eyes narrowed. “I’m a medic, not a bodyguard.” “You’re the only one who can keep me alive if I get shot.” She holstered her revolver, the weight of it reassuring against her hip. “And I *will* get shot.” Tomás studied her for a long moment, his gaze flickering over the rain-slicked pavement, the flickering neon of a closed shop down the street. Finally, he nodded. “Fine. But if we die, I’m haunting you first.” Quinn smirked, though the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Deal.” They moved as one, slipping into the rain-soaked night, the city’s usual hum replaced by the distant thrum of bass from a nearby club and the occasional shriek of tires. The streets twisted and turned, the alleys narrowing until they were little more than damp tunnels between towering brick walls. Quinn kept her senses sharp, her ears tuned for the sound of footsteps, the rustle of fabric, the telltale *click* of a gun being cocked. Then, a sound that wasn’t human. A wet, guttural *click*, like bones shifting in the dark. Tomás stiffened beside her, his hand instinctively going to the medallion around his neck. Quinn’s fingers twitched toward her revolver, but she didn’t draw it. Not yet. “You feel that?” Tomás whispered. She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. The air had changed, thickened, like the moment before a storm breaks. The rain had stopped. The city had gone silent. Then, a voice—low, guttural, not quite human—spoke from the shadows ahead. “*You’re late.*” Quinn’s breath hitched. She knew that voice. Knew the way it slithered through the dark like a serpent. Knew the name that went with it. “*Silas.*” The figure stepped into the dim light of a flickering streetlamp, his silhouette jagged against the rain-slicked pavement. Tall. Too tall. His face was a mask of shadows, his features too sharp, too *wrong*. But she recognized the way he moved, the way his fingers twitched at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch her. “Detective Quinn,” he purred. “I was beginning to think you’d never find me.” Tomás’s hand found her arm, his grip firm. “We should go.” Quinn didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her eyes were locked on Silas, on the way his lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. On the way his fingers flexed, like he was already imagining the way her bones would *snap* under his touch. “You’re not supposed to be here,” she said. Silas laughed, a sound like dry leaves skittering across gravel. “Oh, Quinn. You’ve always been so *naïve*.” He took a step forward, his boots splashing through the puddles. “But then, that’s why you’re so *good* at your job.” Tomás’s voice was tight, controlled. “We’re leaving.” Quinn didn’t look at him. She was too busy watching Silas, watching the way his eyes gleamed in the dark, watching the way his fingers *twitched*. “You don’t understand,” Silas said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re not ready for what’s coming.” Tomás’s hand tightened on her arm. “Now.” Quinn didn’t move. She couldn’t. Because she knew, deep down, that she wasn’t leaving. Not yet. Not when she was so close. Not when she could still see the way Silas’s lips parted, the way his breath hitched, like he was *waiting* for her to make the first move. She raised her revolver. The shot echoed through the alleyway, the sound deafening in the sudden silence. Silas staggered back, his hand flying to his chest, his eyes wide with something that wasn’t fear—it was *surprise*. Then he laughed. “You always were a *fool*, Quinn.” Tomás yanked her backward, dragging her into the shadows as Silas’s laughter echoed through the alley. The rain started again, a slow, steady drumbeat against the pavement. The city hummed back to life, the distant bass of the club pulsing through the night. Quinn’s breath came fast, her fingers trembling around the grip of her revolver. She could still see Silas’s face, still see the way his lips had curled into that *smile*. Tomás’s voice cut through the chaos. “We need to move. *Now.*” Quinn didn’t argue. She followed him, her boots splashing through the puddles, her mind racing. She’d shot Silas. She’d *shot* him. And yet, he was still standing. Still *laughing*. Tomás led her deeper into the city, down side streets and alleyways, his grip on her arm never loosening. The rain fell harder, the city’s usual glow replaced by the flickering neon of a closed shop, the distant glow of a streetlamp. Then, a sound. A *click*. Tomás froze. Quinn’s breath hitched. “You’re not supposed to be here,” a voice said, low and guttural. Tomás’s hand found the hilt of his knife, his fingers curling around the handle. Quinn’s revolver was already in her hand, her finger hovering over the trigger. “This is private property,” the voice said, closer now. Tomás’s voice was tight, controlled. “We’re leaving.” The voice laughed, a sound like dry leaves skittering across gravel. “Too late for that.” The alleyway ahead of them split open, revealing a set of stairs descending into the dark. The air smelled of damp earth and something older, something that made Quinn’s skin prickle. Tomás’s hand found her arm again. “We go down.” Quinn didn’t hesitate. She followed him, her boots splashing through the puddles, her mind racing. She knew what was down there. Knew the stories, the warnings, the way the old-timers whispered about the things that lurked beneath the city. But she didn’t care. She was a detective. And detectives didn’t turn back. Not when they were so close. Not when the answer was waiting for them in the dark.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags13
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences42
tagDensity0.31
leniency0.619
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
96.76% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1543
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"quickly"
count1
highlights
0"quickly"
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)
61.11% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1543
totalAiIsms12
found
0
word"weight"
count2
1
word"familiar"
count1
2
word"lilt"
count1
3
word"treacherous"
count1
4
word"footsteps"
count1
5
word"whisper"
count1
6
word"echoed"
count2
7
word"silence"
count1
8
word"racing"
count2
highlights
0"weight"
1"familiar"
2"lilt"
3"treacherous"
4"footsteps"
5"whisper"
6"echoed"
7"silence"
8"racing"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences127
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences127
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
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
maxSentenceWordsSeen39
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans26
markdownWords31
totalWords1533
ratio0.02
matches
0"her suspect"
1"Three years."
2"Tomás."
3"The Raven’s Nest"
4"person"
5"justice"
6"this"
7"target"
8"will"
9"click"
10"click"
11"You’re late."
12"Silas."
13"wrong"
14"snap"
15"naïve"
16"good"
17"twitched"
18"waiting"
19"surprise"
20"fool"
21"smile"
22"Now."
23"shot"
24"laughing"
25"click"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions10
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
66.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions60
wordCount1288
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity1.48
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Tomás"
discoveredNames
Soho1
Three2
Morris1
Quinn19
Spanish1
London1
Veil1
Market1
Camden1
Tomás19
Silas9
Knew4
persons
0"Morris"
1"Quinn"
2"Tomás"
3"Silas"
places
0"Soho"
1"London"
globalScore0.762
windowScore0.667
89.02% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences82
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"looked like it belonged in a war zone, no"
1"not quite human—spoke from the shadows ahead"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1533
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences156
matches
0"knew that voice"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs70
mean21.9
std18.84
cv0.86
sampleLengths
01
178
263
352
413
521
663
716
819
94
1022
119
1248
1318
1411
1519
1644
1752
1828
196
209
2130
2236
2310
2475
256
2637
275
2828
2911
302
3125
321
3361
3413
3511
3645
378
3838
397
4026
4117
427
4322
4427
454
4632
473
486
4943
94.21% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount4
totalSentences127
matches
0"been taken"
1"were made"
2"being cocked"
3"were locked"
39.74% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount5
totalVerbs208
matches
0"was happening"
1"was fighting"
2"wasn’t leaving"
3"was *waiting"
4"was waiting"
51.28% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount8
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences5
totalSentences156
ratio0.032
matches
0"The suspect—*her suspect*—had vanished into the labyrinth of Soho’s backstreets, but the scent of him lingered: cheap cologne, the metallic tang of blood, and the faintest whiff of something burnt, like old parchment left too close to a flame."
1"Not the suspect—too tall, too broad."
2"And if this suspect—this *target*—was connected to whatever was happening beneath Camden, then she wasn’t about to turn back now."
3"Then, a voice—low, guttural, not quite human—spoke from the shadows ahead."
4"Silas staggered back, his hand flying to his chest, his eyes wide with something that wasn’t fear—it was *surprise*."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1299
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount46
adverbRatio0.03541185527328714
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.003079291762894534
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
mean9.82
std7.36
cv0.749
sampleLengths
022
117
239
313
420
55
625
74
86
913
108
116
1215
1313
1410
159
162
173
1817
1914
2024
215
225
2311
249
2510
264
2718
284
296
303
3112
3218
3318
349
359
363
378
3814
395
4028
4116
422
433
4424
4512
4611
478
4820
496
41.03% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats14
diversityRatio0.21153846153846154
totalSentences156
uniqueOpeners33
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount5
totalSentences113
matches
0"Finally, he nodded."
1"Then, a sound that wasn’t"
2"Then, a voice—low, guttural, not"
3"Then he laughed."
4"Then, a sound."
ratio0.044
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount28
totalSentences113
matches
0"She adjusted the grip on"
1"he said, voice low, the"
2"She glanced down at the"
3"He stepped into the dim"
4"He pulled a small medical"
5"He pressed the strip to"
6"She flinched as the antiseptic"
7"He tossed the used strip"
8"She turned, her coat flaring"
9"He jerked his chin toward"
10"She’d heard the whispers, the"
11"She holstered her revolver, the"
12"They moved as one, slipping"
13"She didn’t answer."
14"She didn’t have to."
15"She knew that voice."
16"His face was a mask"
17"Her eyes were locked on"
18"He took a step forward,"
19"She was too busy watching"
ratio0.248
66.19% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount89
totalSentences113
matches
0"The alleyway stank of wet"
1"Quinn’s boots splashed through a"
2"The suspect—*her suspect*—had vanished into"
3"She adjusted the grip on"
4"This was a man who’d"
5"A shadow moved ahead."
6"A figure hunched under a"
7"Quinn slowed, her breath steady"
8"*Tomás.* She’d known he’d be"
9"he said, voice low, the"
10"She glanced down at the"
11"A graze from a shard"
12"Tomás didn’t answer."
13"He stepped into the dim"
14"The scar along his forearm"
15"He pulled a small medical"
16"Quinn didn’t look at him."
17"Tomás’s fingers moved quickly, unwrapping"
18"He pressed the strip to"
19"She flinched as the antiseptic"
ratio0.788
44.25% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences113
matches
0"Because she knew, deep down,"
ratio0.009
37.04% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences54
technicalSentenceCount8
matches
0"The alleyway stank of wet concrete and something older, something that clung to the air like the memory of a bad dream."
1"Quinn’s boots splashed through a puddle that had already absorbed the glow of the flickering streetlamp above."
2"Her eyes were locked on Silas, on the way his lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes."
3"Silas staggered back, his hand flying to his chest, his eyes wide with something that wasn’t fear—it was *surprise*."
4"She followed him, her boots splashing through the puddles, her mind racing."
5"The air smelled of damp earth and something older, something that made Quinn’s skin prickle."
6"She followed him, her boots splashing through the puddles, her mind racing."
7"Knew the stories, the warnings, the way the old-timers whispered about the things that lurked beneath the city."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags13
uselessAdditionCount4
matches
0"he said, voice low, the Spanish lilt cutting through the rain"
1"She holstered, the weight of it reassuring against her hip"
2"He took, his boots splashing through the puddles"
3"Silas said, his voice dropping to a whisper"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags8
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"He pressed (press)"
1"Tomás whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences42
tagDensity0.19
leniency0.381
rawRatio0.25
effectiveRatio0.095
82.9103%