Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VNY9BV303NVCSBQ6YN3QJ

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Model:
Aion 2.0
Duration:
1m 28s
Cost:
$0.008968
Provider:
AionLabs

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System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance 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="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</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 romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. 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 knocking wasn't polite. It was three sharp, deliberate raps that cut through the tinny sound of the radio from the flat below Silas’s bar. Not the hesitant tap of a neighbour borrowing sugar. Not the frantic hammering of a courier. This was a statement. Someone who knew the door would open. Rory wiped her hands on her jeans, leaving faint flour prints on the denim. She’d been attempting to make bread, a futile exercise in domesticity that now felt ridiculous. The knocking came again. Same rhythm. Insistent. She peered through the peephole. The world narrowed to a fish-eye lens distortion of a charcoal suit, a slice of platinum blond hair, and the glint of an ivory cane handle. Her breath hitched, a solid block of ice forming in her chest. Lucien. Two years. Two years, three months, and a handful of days she refused to count. He hadn’t changed. The tailored lines of his suit were flawless, the shirt beneath a crisp white. He looked like he’d just stepped out of a Mayfair boardroom, not climbed the narrow, slightly sticky stairs to her flat above a pub in Hackney. Her hand hovered over the deadbolt. She could pretend she wasn’t home. The flat was dark save for the kitchen light. He’d know. He always knew. The knocking came a third time. “Aurora.” His voice, smooth and low, carried through the wood. It didn’t sound like a request. Swearing under her breath, she twisted the lock and pulled the door open a foot, using her body to block the gap. The scent of him hit her first: sandalwood, expensive soap, and beneath it, that faint, metallic tang she could never name. Demon, she supposed. Her traitorous heart gave a hard, painful thud. “Lucien.” “Rory.” His heterochromatic eyes, one amber, one the black of a starless night, took her in with a slow, comprehensive sweep. From her flour-dusted jeans to the old Cardiff University t-shirt, to the straight black hair she knew was escaping its messy bun. His gaze lingered on the small crescent scar on her left wrist, visible where she gripped the doorframe. A muscle ticked in his jaw. “You’re baking.” “I was. What do you want?” “A conversation. May I come in?” “No.” He smiled, a thin, humourless curve of his lips. “Still stubborn.” “Still presumptuous.” She made to close the door. The tip of his cane shot forward, not to block it, but to rest lightly against the toe of her trainer. A gentleman’s move. A threat all the same. “It’s not a social call.” “Then it’s a business call. I’m not in the market for whatever you’re selling, Mr. Moreau.” “Aurora.” Her name, spoken like that, was a weapon. It unspooled memories she’d boxed and buried. Dark rooms. Whispered secrets. The heat of his skin under her palms. “Five minutes. Then I’ll leave. You’ll never have to see me again.” A lie. They both knew it. Once he was in her space, the ghost of him would linger for weeks. But the flat, her sanctuary, suddenly felt like a trap. The hallway with him in it was worse. She stepped back, a silent surrender. He entered, filling the small entryway with his presence. He didn’t look around, didn’t comment on the worn rug, the second-hand furniture, the stack of delivery bags from the Golden Empress by the door. His attention remained fixed on her as he closed the door with a soft, definitive click. The sound of the latch engaging was deafening. “Well?” She crossed her arms, a defensive posture she hated. “Your five minutes started thirty seconds ago.” He leaned his cane against the wall, a deliberate disarming. “You left Cardiff.” “Astute.” “Evan?” The name was a slap. She stiffened. “That’s none of your business.” “It became my business the moment he started asking questions in certain circles. Looking for you. He’s upgraded his methods, Rory. No more drunken texts. He’s hired a professional.” The ice in her chest cracked, sending shards into her veins. She forced her expression to remain neutral. “And you know this how?” “It’s what I do. Information has a currency. His inquiries had… weight.” “So you’re here out of professional courtesy? A warning from one underworld figure to another?” She couldn’t keep the bitterness out. “How much do I owe you for the tip?” He flinched, a minute tightening around his eyes. Good. Let him feel it. “I owe you,” he said, the words quiet. “For Marseille.” Marseille. The word hung between them, charged and ugly. The port city. His city. Where he’d promised her answers and given her a knife in the back instead. Where she’d learned the true meaning of the word ‘fixer’. “You don’t owe me anything. We’re square. You got what you wanted. I got a lesson.” She turned towards the kitchen, a pathetic retreat. “I’ll put the kettle on. Since you’re here.” He followed, his footsteps silent on the linoleum. The kitchen was barely big enough for two. With him in it, the air grew thin, charged with a static that made the fine hairs on her arms stand up. “The lesson,” he said, leaning against the doorframe, watching her fill the kettle. “What was it, exactly?” “Don’t trust beautiful men with two-coloured eyes.” She slammed the kettle onto its base, harder than necessary. “I never lied to you.” “Omission is a lie, Lucien! You let me believe…” She shook her head, gripping the edge of the counter. The old Formica was cool under her palms. “You let me believe it was real. Right up until the moment you traded the information I gave you for a favour with that… that thing from Avaros.” “My father,” he corrected, his voice flat. “Even better.” She turned to face him, the hurt she’d banked for years flaring into anger. “You used what I told you about my mother’s family, about the Ellis line, as a bargaining chip. You sold my history.” “I protected you!” The words snapped out, sharp as a whip crack. For the first time, his composure fissured. He pushed off the doorframe, closing the distance between them in two steps. The kitchen shrank further. She could see the gold flecks in his amber eye, the impossible depth of the black one. “That ‘thing’ from Avaros had a claim on you, Aurora. A blood debt from a century ago. Your great-grandmother made a pact. He was coming to collect. You.” The world tilted. “What?” “The information I gave him wasn’t a trade. It was a diversion. A bigger prize. I redirected his interest, paid a price of my own, and made him forget your family’s name ever echoed in his halls.” His gaze dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes. “You think I walked away for fun? You think it didn’t…” He stopped, swallowing the rest of the sentence. The kettle began to rumble, a rising whine that matched the pulse in her ears. Her mind raced, reassembling the past with this new, horrifying piece. The sudden coldness in Marseille. His refusal to look at her. The way he’d handed her a train ticket to London and turned his back. “You should have told me,” she whispered, the anger deflating, leaving something raw and aching. “And put you in more danger? You were a law student from Cardiff, Rory. You weren’t ready for that world. I needed you safe. Angry and safe was better than dead.” “You don’t get to make that choice for me.” “I did.” He said it with a finality that brooked no argument. “And I’d make it again.” They stood there, inches apart, the past screaming in the space between them. The scent of sandalwood and demon was overwhelming. Her eyes traced the familiar lines of his face, the slight stubble shading his jaw, the curve of his mouth she’d once mapped with her own. His hand came up, slow, giving her every chance to pull away. His thumb brushed the crescent scar on her wrist, a touch so light it was almost imaginary. A shiver raced up her arm. “You kept the scar,” he murmured. “It’s just a scar.” “It’s a reminder. Of a time before things got… complicated.” His thumb stroked again, a little firmer. Heat bloomed under his touch, spreading through her chilled blood. This was a mistake. A catastrophic, predictable mistake. She knew it, and yet her body leaned into his hand, a silent betrayal. “Why are you really here, Lucien? If Evan’s just a smokescreen.” His other hand came up to cradle her face. His skin was warm. “The smokescreen is thinning. He’s getting closer. But that’s not why.” He leaned in, his breath ghosting over her lips. “I’m here because I’m selfish. Because two years is a long time to pretend you don’t dream about someone’s mouth. Because I saw a receipt from a bakery on Brick Lane in a report and I had to know if you still took your coffee with two sugars.” Her resolve crumbled. The last of her defences, built so carefully over years of hurt, dissolved under the heat of his confession and the weight of his hands on her. A sound escaped her, half-protest, half-surrender. He took it as permission. His mouth captured hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a claiming, a collision of two years of silence and want. It tasted of anger and sandalwood and a desperate, aching familiarity. Her hands fisted in the pristine wool of his suit jacket, pulling him closer. He groaned into her mouth, one hand tangling in her hair, the other splaying across the small of her back, pressing her against the counter. The world outside—Evan, the danger, the unanswered questions—melted into a haze of pure sensation. The kettle reached a frenzied boil and clicked off. The sudden silence was louder than the noise. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily. His amber eye was dark with hunger, the black one unreadable. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he breathed, but he didn’t let her go. “Probably not.” Her voice was ragged. “He’s outside, Rory.” The words took a second to penetrate the fog in her brain. “What?” “Evan’s man. He followed me. I led him here. Deliberately.” He pulled back, his expression grim, all traces of passion replaced by a cold, calculating focus. “I needed to draw him out. To end this. Tonight.” The warmth in her veins turned to frost. She stared at him, the taste of him still on her lips, the ghost of his hands on her skin. The betrayal, fresh and sharp, lanced through her. “You used me as bait.” Before he could answer, a heavy thud shook the front door. Not a knock. A shoulder. Then another. Wood splintered around the deadbolt. Lucien’s hand went to his cane, his fingers closing around the ivory handle. He didn’t look at her. His gaze was fixed on the hallway, his body shifting into a predator’s stance. “Get behind me,” he said, his voice a low command. “Now.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags23
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"Her name spoken like [like]"
1"He pulled back [back]"
dialogueSentences62
tagDensity0.371
leniency0.742
rawRatio0.087
effectiveRatio0.065
83.79% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1851
totalAiIsmAdverbs6
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"lightly"
count1
2
adverb"suddenly"
count1
3
adverb"really"
count1
4
adverb"carefully"
count1
5
adverb"deliberately"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"lightly"
2"suddenly"
3"really"
4"carefully"
5"deliberately"
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)
32.47% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1851
totalAiIsms25
found
0
word"glint"
count1
1
word"flawless"
count1
2
word"sanctuary"
count1
3
word"weight"
count2
4
word"charged"
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5
word"footsteps"
count1
6
word"echoed"
count1
7
word"pulse"
count1
8
word"raced"
count2
9
word"traced"
count1
10
word"familiar"
count1
11
word"reminder"
count1
12
word"chilled"
count1
13
word"predictable"
count1
14
word"resolve"
count1
15
word"silence"
count2
16
word"pristine"
count1
17
word"unreadable"
count1
18
word"calculating"
count1
19
word"warmth"
count1
20
word"predator"
count1
highlights
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1"flawless"
2"sanctuary"
3"weight"
4"charged"
5"footsteps"
6"echoed"
7"pulse"
8"raced"
9"traced"
10"familiar"
11"reminder"
12"chilled"
13"predictable"
14"resolve"
15"silence"
16"pristine"
17"unreadable"
18"calculating"
19"warmth"
20"predator"
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
narrationSentences144
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences144
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences182
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen48
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1849
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions12
wordCount1334
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity0.15
worstName"Marseille"
maxWindowNameDensity0.5
worstWindowName"Marseille"
discoveredNames
Silas1
Mayfair1
Hackney1
Cardiff1
University1
Golden1
Empress1
Marseille2
Formica1
London1
Evan1
persons
0"Silas"
1"Evan"
places
0"Hackney"
1"Cardiff"
2"Golden"
3"Marseille"
4"London"
globalScore1
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences100
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"looked like he’d just stepped out of a Ma"
1"felt like a trap"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.541
wordCount1849
matches
0"not to block it, but to rest lightly against the toe of her trainer"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences182
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs75
mean24.65
std20.88
cv0.847
sampleLengths
052
136
25
339
458
526
622
754
81
969
106
116
121
1311
148
1534
1616
1740
1838
1956
208
2117
2213
231
241
2512
2629
2723
2812
2930
3013
3110
3238
3332
3438
3517
3617
375
3855
397
4038
4181
424
4367
4451
4515
4631
479
4817
4947
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences144
matches
0"was fixed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs208
matches
0"was escaping"
1"was deafening"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount2
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences1
totalSentences182
ratio0.005
matches
0"The world outside—Evan, the danger, the unanswered questions—melted into a haze of pure sensation."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1272
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount32
adverbRatio0.025157232704402517
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.00550314465408805
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences182
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences182
mean10.16
std8.06
cv0.794
sampleLengths
04
121
29
37
44
57
614
715
84
92
101
115
1226
1312
141
152
1613
173
1814
1926
206
216
229
232
243
256
2610
276
2822
2921
303
318
321
3321
3422
3518
366
372
386
396
401
419
422
438
4421
453
465
475
4816
499
43.04% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats15
diversityRatio0.3076923076923077
totalSentences182
uniqueOpeners56
25.84% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences129
matches
0"Once he was in her"
ratio0.008
2.95% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount70
totalSentences129
matches
0"It was three sharp, deliberate"
1"She’d been attempting to make"
2"She peered through the peephole."
3"Her breath hitched, a solid"
4"He hadn’t changed."
5"He looked like he’d just"
6"Her hand hovered over the"
7"She could pretend she wasn’t"
8"He always knew."
9"His voice, smooth and low,"
10"It didn’t sound like a"
11"Her traitorous heart gave a"
12"His heterochromatic eyes, one amber,"
13"His gaze lingered on the"
14"He smiled, a thin, humourless"
15"She made to close the"
16"Her name, spoken like that,"
17"It unspooled memories she’d boxed"
18"They both knew it."
19"She stepped back, a silent"
ratio0.543
14.26% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount115
totalSentences129
matches
0"The knocking wasn't polite."
1"It was three sharp, deliberate"
2"This was a statement."
3"Someone who knew the door"
4"Rory wiped her hands on"
5"She’d been attempting to make"
6"The knocking came again."
7"She peered through the peephole."
8"The world narrowed to a"
9"Her breath hitched, a solid"
10"He hadn’t changed."
11"The tailored lines of his"
12"He looked like he’d just"
13"Her hand hovered over the"
14"She could pretend she wasn’t"
15"The flat was dark save"
16"He always knew."
17"The knocking came a third"
18"His voice, smooth and low,"
19"It didn’t sound like a"
ratio0.891
38.76% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences129
matches
0"Before he could answer, a"
ratio0.008
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences45
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"It was three sharp, deliberate raps that cut through the tinny sound of the radio from the flat below Silas’s bar."
1"He groaned into her mouth, one hand tangling in her hair, the other splaying across the small of her back, pressing her against the counter."
38.04% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags23
uselessAdditionCount4
matches
0"he corrected, his voice flat"
1"she whispered, the anger deflating, leaving something raw and aching"
2"He leaned in, his breath ghosting over her lips"
3"he said, his voice a low command"
69.35% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags9
fancyCount5
fancyTags
0"he corrected (correct)"
1"The words snapped (snap)"
2"she whispered (whisper)"
3"he murmured (murmur)"
4"he breathed (breathe)"
dialogueSentences62
tagDensity0.145
leniency0.29
rawRatio0.556
effectiveRatio0.161
81.6170%