Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8W09SHV749FV2XHRVXH3FH

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1m 11s
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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
Three deadbolts. She'd thrown all three. Rory pressed her eye to the peephole and felt something cold slide through her chest, a sensation she hadn't experienced in four months and seventeen days. Not that she'd counted. Lucien Moreau stood on the landing in a tailored charcoal suit, his ivory-handled cane hooked over one forearm, his platinum hair catching the bare hallway bulb like a blade catching light. One amber eye, one black. Both fixed on the peephole as though he could see straight through the door, straight through the wood and the locks and the distance she'd carved between them. She could pretend she wasn't home. The thought lasted exactly two seconds before Ptolemy, Eva's traitorous tabby, yowled from the kitchen counter and knocked a stack of research notes onto the floor. "I heard the cat," Lucien said. His voice. French vowels wrapped around English consonants. She'd forgotten how it sounded up close. No. She hadn't forgotten a thing. Rory undid the first deadbolt. Then the second. Her fingers hovered over the third. "It's half eleven, Lucien." "I'm aware of the hour." "And you're here because?" "Because you changed your number. And your route. And your shift at the restaurant." A pause. "Yu-Fei sends her regards, by the way. She's disappointed you switched to mornings. Apparently the dinner rush hasn't been the same." Rory turned the third lock and opened the door just wide enough to frame herself in the gap. The smell of cumin and garlic drifted up from the curry house below, thick and warm. Lucien looked exactly the same, which felt like a personal offence. Same sharp jawline. Same faint scar where his collar met his throat, a remnant from whatever business he never discussed. His mismatched eyes moved over her face with the careful attention of someone reading a contract for hidden clauses. "You look tired," he said. "You look like you want something." "Both can be true." She didn't step aside. Behind her, the flat spilled its chaos into view: books stacked on every surface, scrolls pinned to the walls with thumbtacks, Eva's doctoral research bleeding into something stranger, something with symbols Rory had learned not to ask about. Ptolemy threaded between her ankles, purring. "Eva's not here." "I know. She's in Highgate until Friday. I came for you." The words landed between them like a coin on a counter. Rory gripped the door's edge. Her sleeve rode up and exposed the small crescent scar on her left wrist. Lucien's gaze dropped to it, then back to her face. He'd traced that scar once, in a kitchen that smelled like wine and burnt garlic, while she told him the childhood story behind it. She'd been laughing. He'd been watching her mouth. "Five minutes," she said, and stepped aside. He entered the flat the way he entered every room, with the quiet authority of someone who'd already mapped the exits. His cane tapped once against the threshold. Ptolemy abandoned Rory immediately, rubbing against Lucien's ankle with shameless devotion. "Traitor," Rory muttered at the cat. She crossed to the kitchen, which occupied roughly four square feet of counter space between a tower of Eva's grimoire translations and an ancient kettle. She filled the kettle. Kept her back to him. "Tea?" "No." "Then talk." She heard him settle into Eva's reading chair, the one buried under photocopied pages from the British Library. Papers rustled as he moved them aside with surgical care. "There's a contract," he said. "A job. The kind that requires someone who thinks sideways." "Hire someone." "I'm looking at her." Rory turned. Lucien sat with his cane balanced across his knees, both hands resting on the ivory handle. In the dim light of Eva's flat, his amber eye glowed faintly, the way it did when he was running calculations behind that composed face. His black eye absorbed the light entirely, gave nothing back. She'd once told him, half-drunk on cheap Merlot, that looking at his eyes felt like staring at a sunrise and a black hole at the same time. He'd laughed. A real one. She'd heard it exactly once and never managed to provoke it again. "Last time I worked with you," Rory said, "I ended up in a warehouse in Bermondsey with a dislocated shoulder and no explanation." "I relocated the shoulder." "That's not the part I needed an explanation for." Silence. Ptolemy jumped into Lucien's lap and settled there. The kettle behind Rory began its slow, building whine. "You left," she said. The words came out flatter than she intended. Good. Flat was safer than the alternative. "Bermondsey. The ambulance arrived and you were gone. No call. No message. Four months of nothing, and now you're sitting in my friend's chair at midnight asking for a favour." "It wasn't nothing." "What was it, then?" "Necessary distance." His jaw tightened. One hand stroked the cat absently. The other gripped the cane handle, his knuckles white beneath the skin. "I had to leave London," he said. "Quickly. The people we took that shipment from, they traced the job back to me within hours. Not to you. That was the point." "The point of vanishing." "The point of keeping you alive, yes." The kettle screamed. Rory turned it off but didn't pour. Steam curled against the window. Below them, Brick Lane hummed with its late-night pulse: a taxi horn, someone laughing, the rattle of a shop gate closing. "You could have told me." "From where? Marseille, with my mother's phone tapped? Lisbon, where they nearly cornered me? I spent six weeks in a safe house in Bruges eating tinned sardines and reading a Flemish Bible. Not exactly conducive to romance." The word hung in the air. Romance. He'd never used it before. Not once, in all the weeks of late-night debriefs that turned into late-night drinks that turned into something neither of them had named. She searched his face for the angle, the negotiation. Lucien always had an angle. "So you survived," she said. "Congratulations. Why are you back?" "Because the people who wanted me dead now want something else entirely. And what they want is connected to research your friend Eva has been conducting. Research you've been helping with." He reached inside his jacket and produced a folded page. He held it out. Rory didn't move. "I can leave it on the table and go," he said. "If that's what you prefer." "What I prefer is an honest answer to one question." "Ask." "Bermondsey. In the warehouse. Before everything went sideways." She leaned against the counter and folded her arms across her chest. "You were going to say something. You started to, and then the door blew in. What were you going to say?" Lucien's expression didn't change. But Ptolemy shifted in his lap, the way cats do when the body beneath them goes rigid. "You know what I was going to say." "I want to hear it." "Why?" "Because I spent four months wondering if I imagined the whole thing. You. Me. Whether any of it was real or just part of whatever game you were running." He stood. Ptolemy dropped to the floor with an indignant chirp. Lucien crossed the small flat in three steps and stopped close enough that she could smell him, cedar and something darker, something that reminded her of smoke from a fire that burned too hot. The folded page rested between his fingers, still extended. "It was real," he said. His voice dropped to something quieter than a whisper, a frequency meant for her alone. "Every part of it. That's precisely why I left." He placed the paper on the counter beside her hand. His fingers brushed hers. The contact lasted half a second, maybe less, but the heat of it shot up her arm and settled somewhere beneath her ribs. "Read it," he said. "Then decide. I'll be at the usual place tomorrow. Noon." He stepped back. Retrieved his cane from the chair. Walked toward the door with the same measured stride, and she watched him go and hated herself for cataloguing every detail: the way his shoulders moved under the suit, the slight unevenness in his gait that the cane corrected, the way he paused at the threshold with his hand on the frame. "Lucien." He turned. "The sardines," she said. "Bruges. Were they at least good sardines?" Something fractured in his composure. Not a smile, not quite, but the ghost of one. The echo of that single real laugh she'd heard months ago. "Dreadful," he said. "I thought of your cooking every night." "I can't cook." "I know. That's what made it so tragic." The door closed. His footsteps descended the narrow stairs, each one punctuated by the tap of the cane against wood. Rory stood in the kitchen and listened until the street door opened and shut below. Ptolemy rubbed against her shin. She looked down at the folded page on the counter. Plain paper, no markings on the outside. She picked it up and turned it over. On the back, in Lucien's precise handwriting, a single line: *I'm sorry it took sardines to bring me back.* She unfolded it. The page contained a photograph, printed in high resolution. Eva's handwriting filled the margins, annotations Rory recognised from the scrolls pinned to the walls around her. But the central image stopped her cold. A symbol she'd seen before, not in Eva's research, not in any book on these cluttered shelves. On her own skin. Carved into the inside of her left wrist, hidden beneath a scar she'd always been told came from a childhood accident. The crescent wasn't a scar. It was a seal. Rory's phone buzzed on the counter. An unknown number. She answered. "I changed my number, Lucien." "And I found it. You're looking at the photograph." "How do you know?" "Because you're breathing differently." A pause. The sounds of Brick Lane at night filtered through his end. He hadn't gone far. "Rory. Don't touch the scar. Don't scratch it. Don't let anyone see it. Do you understand?" "What is it?" "Noon. Tomorrow. I'll explain everything." The line went dead. Rory pulled back her sleeve and stared at the small crescent moon on her wrist. She'd carried it for twenty years. A fall from a garden wall in Cardiff, her mother had said. Stitches at A&E. Nothing remarkable. Ptolemy hissed at her wrist and bolted under the sofa. The scar pulsed, once, with a warmth that felt like someone else's heartbeat.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags15
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences65
tagDensity0.231
leniency0.462
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
94.29% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1750
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"quickly"
count1
1
adverb"precisely"
count1
highlights
0"quickly"
1"precisely"
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)
65.71% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1750
totalAiIsms12
found
0
word"traced"
count2
1
word"silence"
count1
2
word"pulse"
count1
3
word"whisper"
count1
4
word"measured"
count1
5
word"fractured"
count1
6
word"echo"
count1
7
word"footsteps"
count1
8
word"remarkable"
count1
9
word"pulsed"
count1
10
word"warmth"
count1
highlights
0"traced"
1"silence"
2"pulse"
3"whisper"
4"measured"
5"fractured"
6"echo"
7"footsteps"
8"remarkable"
9"pulsed"
10"warmth"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences135
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences135
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"managed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences183
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen52
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords9
totalWords1750
ratio0.005
matches
0"I'm sorry it took sardines to bring me back."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions29
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions53
wordCount1253
uniqueNames13
maxNameDensity1.28
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Moreau1
Ptolemy8
Eva7
English1
Rory16
Lucien11
British1
Library1
Merlot1
Silence1
Brick2
Lane2
Cardiff1
persons
0"Moreau"
1"Ptolemy"
2"Eva"
3"Rory"
4"Lucien"
places
0"British"
1"Library"
2"Brick"
3"Lane"
4"Cardiff"
globalScore0.862
windowScore0.833
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences72
glossingSentenceCount5
matches
0"felt like a personal offence"
1"smelled like wine and burnt garlic, while"
2"felt like staring at a sunrise and a bl"
3"not quite but the ghost of one"
4"felt like someone else's heartbeat"
85.71% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords1.143
wordCount1750
matches
0"Not a smile, not quite, but the ghost of one"
1"not quite, but the ghost of one"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences183
matches
0"traced that scar"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs87
mean20.11
std21.13
cv1.051
sampleLengths
06
194
232
36
421
514
64
75
84
937
1084
115
126
134
1448
153
1611
1772
187
1939
206
2134
221
231
242
2528
2615
272
284
2997
3023
314
329
3318
3449
353
364
372
3821
3931
404
417
4236
435
4437
4549
4610
4731
4817
4916
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences135
matches
0"been told"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs217
matches
0"was running"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences183
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1258
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount39
adverbRatio0.031001589825119236
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.006359300476947536
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences183
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences183
mean9.56
std8.56
cv0.895
sampleLengths
02
14
226
34
431
55
628
76
826
96
102
116
127
131
145
155
163
176
184
195
204
2116
2221
2318
2416
2511
263
2717
2819
295
306
314
324
3338
346
353
3611
3711
385
3914
4010
4124
423
435
447
4521
467
4711
486
4925
56.65% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats8
diversityRatio0.366120218579235
totalSentences183
uniqueOpeners67
30.58% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences109
matches
0"Then the second."
ratio0.009
84.22% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount37
totalSentences109
matches
0"She'd thrown all three."
1"She could pretend she wasn't"
2"She'd forgotten how it sounded"
3"She hadn't forgotten a thing."
4"Her fingers hovered over the"
5"His mismatched eyes moved over"
6"She didn't step aside."
7"Her sleeve rode up and"
8"He'd traced that scar once,"
9"She'd been laughing."
10"He'd been watching her mouth."
11"she said, and stepped aside"
12"He entered the flat the"
13"His cane tapped once against"
14"She crossed to the kitchen,"
15"She filled the kettle."
16"She heard him settle into"
17"His black eye absorbed the"
18"She'd once told him, half-drunk"
19"She'd heard it exactly once"
ratio0.339
60.92% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount87
totalSentences109
matches
0"She'd thrown all three."
1"Rory pressed her eye to"
2"Lucien Moreau stood on the"
3"Both fixed on the peephole"
4"She could pretend she wasn't"
5"The thought lasted exactly two"
6"French vowels wrapped around English"
7"She'd forgotten how it sounded"
8"She hadn't forgotten a thing."
9"Rory undid the first deadbolt."
10"Her fingers hovered over the"
11"Rory turned the third lock"
12"The smell of cumin and"
13"Lucien looked exactly the same,"
14"His mismatched eyes moved over"
15"She didn't step aside."
16"Ptolemy threaded between her ankles,"
17"The words landed between them"
18"Rory gripped the door's edge."
19"Her sleeve rode up and"
ratio0.798
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences109
matches(empty)
ratio0
83.33% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences48
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"She crossed to the kitchen, which occupied roughly four square feet of counter space between a tower of Eva's grimoire translations and an ancient kettle."
1"She'd once told him, half-drunk on cheap Merlot, that looking at his eyes felt like staring at a sunrise and a black hole at the same time."
2"Lucien crossed the small flat in three steps and stopped close enough that she could smell him, cedar and something darker, something that reminded her of smoke…"
3"The scar pulsed, once, with a warmth that felt like someone else's heartbeat."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags15
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags14
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Rory muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences65
tagDensity0.215
leniency0.431
rawRatio0.071
effectiveRatio0.031
84.8249%