Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8TNQ3YXD2X4R4DCSMP55RY

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Duration:
1m 18s
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$0.093040
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Amazon Bedrock

Model input

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

Model response

AI
The suspect cut left on Chalk Farm Road and Quinn's boots hammered the wet pavement three seconds behind. She'd clocked him outside the Raven's Nest twenty minutes ago. Tall, hooded, moving with the kind of deliberate calm that screamed guilty conscience. When their eyes met through the bar's green neon haze, he bolted. So did she. Rain sheeted across Camden in diagonal curtains that turned the streetlights into smeared orange halos. Quinn's jacket was soaked through, plastered against her ribs, her service weapon a cold weight beneath her left arm. The suspect, whoever he was, moved like water through the late-night foot traffic, threading between clusters of drunk twentysomethings and delivery riders without breaking stride. She'd lost visual twice already. She wouldn't lose it again. He vaulted a bollard at the intersection and she matched it, landing hard, her knee screaming something she'd regret in the morning. The worn leather of her watch strap bit into her wrist as she pumped her arms. "Police! Stop!" He didn't stop. They never stopped. Past a kebab shop bleeding fluorescent light onto the kerb. Past a phone repair kiosk shuttered for the night. He was heading deeper into Camden, away from the high street, into the tangle of side roads and canal paths where the tourists didn't wander after dark. Quinn knew these streets. Eighteen years on the Met bought you a mental map of London's arteries and capillaries alike, every alley and cut-through filed under instinct. But the suspect wasn't heading anywhere that made tactical sense. No vehicle waiting. No crowd to vanish into. He was running toward the dead infrastructure north of the Lock, where the old service tunnels fed into abandoned sections of the Underground. She rounded the corner onto a narrow lane hemmed in by construction hoarding and skip bins. Puddles caught her reflection in fragments. The suspect had stopped. Thirty metres ahead, he stood at the top of a staircase she'd never noticed, descending into what looked like a disused Tube entrance. Peeling tile. Rusted railing. A faded roundel sign so weathered she couldn't read the station name. He turned to face her, hood falling back enough to reveal a sharp-chinned face, young, maybe mid-twenties, with something silver glinting at his throat. He held up his right hand. Between his fingers, a small pale object caught the streetlight. Bone-white. Carved. Then he dropped below the stairline and was gone. Quinn reached the top of the stairs in six strides. Below, the steps plunged into a darkness that the rain seemed unwilling to touch. The sound changed at the threshold, her footsteps trading the wet slap of pavement for something hollow and resonant, as if the space below was larger than any service tunnel had a right to be. She drew her weapon. Procedure said call it in. Procedure said wait for backup, establish a perimeter, let the suspect think he'd found a dead end. Procedure didn't know about the things she'd seen three years ago. The symbols carved into Morris's skin. The coroner's quiet bafflement. The way every senior officer at the Met had nodded along to the official report, a mugging gone wrong, as if they hadn't noticed the body was entirely drained of blood without a single visible wound. She took the stairs. The descent was longer than it should have been. Two flights became three, then four, the walls narrowing and the tile giving way to exposed Victorian brickwork slick with condensation. Emergency lighting, the kind Transport for London installed decades ago and forgot about, flickered in anaemic yellow intervals. The air shifted. Warmer. Carrying something floral and acrid underneath, like burned sage mixed with engine grease. At the bottom, a corridor stretched ahead, and the sound hit her first. Voices. Dozens of them. The low commercial murmur of people buying and selling, layered over a deeper hum she felt in her sternum rather than heard. The corridor opened into a vaulted space that had once been a platform, she could still see the curved ceiling tiles, the ghost of an advertising hoarding for Bovril, but whatever this place had been, it had been colonised. Stalls lined both sides of the old platform, constructed from salvaged wood and draped in fabrics that shimmered with colours she couldn't name. Lanterns hung from the ceiling on chains, casting a warm amber glow over merchandise that made Quinn's fingers tighten on her weapon. Jars of liquid that pulsed with faint bioluminescence. Bundles of dried herbs tied with copper wire. Blades displayed on velvet that seemed to drink the light rather than reflect it. A woman behind the nearest stall was selling what appeared to be teeth, hundreds of them, sorted by size into tiny labelled drawers. Quinn holstered her weapon. Slowly. Every instinct told her the Glock was useless insurance down here. The crowd, if she could call it that, moved with the practised indifference of regular customers. Some looked ordinary enough. Others didn't. A man near the far wall stood eight feet tall with skin the colour and texture of birch bark. A pair of children, too pale, too still, watched her from behind a stall selling pocket watches that ticked in different rhythms. Nobody challenged her. Nobody fled. They just watched, the way a forest watches a hiker who's wandered off the trail. No sign of the suspect. "You're bleeding." The voice came from her left. Quinn turned to find a man leaning against a support column, arms crossed, olive skin made amber by the lantern light. Short curly hair. A scar tracing the length of his left forearm, visible where his sleeves were rolled to the elbow. A Saint Christopher medallion hung against his chest. "I'm fine." "Wasn't a question." He nodded toward her right hand. She looked down. A gash across her knuckles, deep enough to see pink, probably from the bollard she'd vaulted. Adrenaline had buried it. "You're not a regular," he said. "And you are." He smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "Tomás. I do medical work down here." He stepped closer, producing a small kit from somewhere behind the column with the ease of someone who kept supplies stashed in multiple locations. "Your man went through the north tunnel about ninety seconds ago. You won't catch him. The tunnel branches six ways and he knows all of them." "How do you know I'm chasing someone?" "You're soaking wet, your breathing rate says you've been sprinting for at least ten minutes, and you have that look." "What look?" "Met police. The jaw. The posture. You all carry yourselves like you're still on parade." He gestured with an antiseptic wipe. "Give me the hand or don't. But if that gets infected down here, the regular antibiotics won't touch it." She extended her hand. He worked fast, cleaning the wound with movements that spoke of medical training, precise, economical, the kind of muscle memory a classroom couldn't teach. "You had your licence pulled," Quinn said. His hands didn't falter. "You do your homework." "Tomás Herrera. Paramedic. NHS. Struck off fourteen months ago." "Sixteen." "For treating patients off-book." "For treating patients nobody else would touch." He applied a butterfly closure with two fingers. "Different thing." "Not to the GMC." "The GMC doesn't come down here." He released her hand. "Neither should you. This place runs on its own rules. Your badge means nothing past those stairs." Quinn surveyed the market. The tooth seller had closed her drawers and turned her back. The tall man with birch-bark skin had vanished. The crowd, she noticed, had thinned around her position, leaving a conspicuous radius of empty space. Not fear. Quarantine. "The man I was following. He showed something at the entrance. Small, white, looked like carved bone." Tomás's expression changed. Just for a second, a tightening around the mouth that he smoothed over with professional calm. "A token." "Which means what?" "Which means he belongs here. And you don't." "He was surveilling a bar in Soho. The Raven's Nest. I've had eyes on that location for six weeks in connection with three missing persons cases." "I know the Nest." "Then you know the people who drink there aren't filing noise complaints." Tomás tucked his medical kit away. He studied her with the particular wariness of a man calculating how much truth he could spend without going bankrupt. "The token is a bone pass. Without one, you got in on a technicality, chasing someone who had one. The Market allows pursuit. Old rule, something about debts being honoured. But the allowance expires." "When?" "When the person you're pursuing leaves the Market boundary. Which your man did, about thirty seconds into this conversation." The hum in her sternum shifted pitch. Lower. The lanterns nearest to Quinn dimmed by a fraction. "So I should leave." "About four minutes ago, yes." She turned toward the corridor she'd entered through. The opening was still there, but the light within it had changed. The anaemic yellow of the emergency bulbs was gone, replaced by something darker. A concentrated absence of illumination that seemed to lean toward her. "The way back looks different." Tomás moved beside her. His hand went to the medallion at his throat. "It is different. The Market doesn't like uninvited guests overstaying." He touched her elbow, steering her toward a narrow gap between two stalls she hadn't noticed before. "There's another way. Service shaft. Comes up behind the Lock." "And you're just helping me out of the goodness of your heart." He guided her into the gap. The passage beyond was tight, barely shoulder-width, the brick walls sweating. "Three missing persons, you said." "Three." "One of them wouldn't happen to be a woman, early thirties, red hair, tattoo of a compass on her left wrist." Quinn stopped walking. "Describe the tattoo." "Cardinal directions in Latin. North needle pointing at her pulse point." Victim number two. Fiona Marsh. Reported missing nine days ago. "You've seen her." "Last full moon. Right here in the Market." Tomás's voice dropped. "She wasn't shopping, Detective. She was merchandise." Something scraped against stone behind them, deep in the passage they'd just entered, and every lantern in the tunnel went out at once.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags9
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences47
tagDensity0.191
leniency0.383
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.05% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1696
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)
67.57% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1696
totalAiIsms11
found
0
word"weight"
count1
1
word"glinting"
count1
2
word"footsteps"
count1
3
word"flickered"
count1
4
word"constructed"
count1
5
word"shimmered"
count1
6
word"pulsed"
count1
7
word"velvet"
count1
8
word"tracing"
count1
9
word"calculating"
count1
10
word"pulse"
count1
highlights
0"weight"
1"glinting"
2"footsteps"
3"flickered"
4"constructed"
5"shimmered"
6"pulsed"
7"velvet"
8"tracing"
9"calculating"
10"pulse"
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
narrationSentences124
matches(empty)
96.77% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences124
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"appeared to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences162
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen39
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1696
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions8
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions40
wordCount1294
uniqueNames22
maxNameDensity0.85
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Tomás"
discoveredNames
Chalk1
Farm1
Road1
Quinn11
Raven1
Nest1
Camden2
Met2
London2
Lock1
Underground1
Tube1
Morris1
Victorian1
Transport1
Bovril1
Glock1
Saint1
Christopher1
Marsh1
Procedure3
Tomás4
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Met"
2"Morris"
3"Saint"
4"Christopher"
5"Procedure"
6"Tomás"
places
0"Chalk"
1"Farm"
2"Road"
3"Raven"
4"Camden"
5"London"
6"Marsh"
globalScore1
windowScore1
50.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences75
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"looked like a disused Tube entrance"
1"velvet that seemed to drink the light rather than reflect it"
2"illumination that seemed to lean toward her"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1696
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences162
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs77
mean22.03
std23.33
cv1.059
sampleLengths
018
138
269
338
42
56
6114
726
863
918
109
1159
1226
1357
144
1565
1613
1765
1898
1916
2063
2120
225
232
2456
252
2632
276
283
297
3057
317
3220
332
3440
3528
367
374
384
399
401
414
4217
434
4427
4542
4617
4719
482
493
91.11% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount5
totalSentences124
matches
0"was, moved"
1"was gone"
2"been colonised"
3"were rolled"
4"was gone"
83.55% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount4
totalVerbs229
matches
0"was heading"
1"wasn't heading"
2"was running"
3"was selling"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences162
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1301
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount36
adverbRatio0.027671022290545733
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.004611837048424289
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences162
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences162
mean10.47
std8.47
cv0.809
sampleLengths
018
110
213
312
43
515
619
725
85
95
1022
1116
122
133
143
1510
169
1727
184
1923
2010
213
225
2323
2416
256
264
2723
282
292
3012
3124
326
3310
341
351
369
3710
3814
3935
404
415
4217
4311
446
454
4636
474
489
4921
66.46% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats19
diversityRatio0.4691358024691358
totalSentences162
uniqueOpeners76
61.73% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences108
matches
0"Then he dropped below the"
1"Just for a second, a"
ratio0.019
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount29
totalSentences108
matches
0"She'd clocked him outside the"
1"She'd lost visual twice already."
2"She wouldn't lose it again."
3"He vaulted a bollard at"
4"He didn't stop."
5"They never stopped."
6"He was heading deeper into"
7"He was running toward the"
8"She rounded the corner onto"
9"He turned to face her,"
10"He held up his right"
11"She drew her weapon."
12"She took the stairs."
13"They just watched, the way"
14"He nodded toward her right"
15"She looked down."
16"It didn't reach his eyes."
17"He stepped closer, producing a"
18"He gestured with an antiseptic"
19"She extended her hand."
ratio0.269
57.22% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount87
totalSentences108
matches
0"The suspect cut left on"
1"She'd clocked him outside the"
2"Rain sheeted across Camden in"
3"Quinn's jacket was soaked through,"
4"The suspect, whoever he was,"
5"She'd lost visual twice already."
6"She wouldn't lose it again."
7"He vaulted a bollard at"
8"The worn leather of her"
9"He didn't stop."
10"They never stopped."
11"He was heading deeper into"
12"Quinn knew these streets."
13"He was running toward the"
14"She rounded the corner onto"
15"Puddles caught her reflection in"
16"The suspect had stopped."
17"A faded roundel sign so"
18"He turned to face her,"
19"He held up his right"
ratio0.806
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences108
matches(empty)
ratio0
75.47% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences53
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"The sound changed at the threshold, her footsteps trading the wet slap of pavement for something hollow and resonant, as if the space below was larger than any …"
1"The way every senior officer at the Met had nodded along to the official report, a mugging gone wrong, as if they hadn't noticed the body was entirely drained o…"
2"Lanterns hung from the ceiling on chains, casting a warm amber glow over merchandise that made Quinn's fingers tighten on her weapon."
3"The crowd, if she could call it that, moved with the practised indifference of regular customers."
4"He worked fast, cleaning the wound with movements that spoke of medical training, precise, economical, the kind of muscle memory a classroom couldn't teach."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags9
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags2
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences47
tagDensity0.043
leniency0.085
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
88.2316%