Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
72
glossingSentenceCount
3
matches
0
"quite name, a whisper of a feeling picked up on a late delivery run, a strange resonance the street-worn Heartstone pendant around her neck had emitted, a warmth that had nothing to do with the London chill"
1
"sounded like the very air was exhaling, a"
2
"sound that seemed to brush against her ear like cobwebs"
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
58
technicalSentenceCount
16
matches
0
"She’d come here, to this pocket of Richmond Park where the world frayed at the edges, seeking something she couldn't quite name, a whisper of a feeling picked u…"
1
"She took a step forward, her sensible boots crunching on something that felt more like desiccated moss than fallen leaves."
2
"Yet, tiny wildflowers, the colour of faded amethyst and dawn peach, clustered impossibly around the base of the stones, their petals impossibly vibrant, impossi…"
3
"The air itself tasted thin, carrying a scent that was sweet, cloying, and faintly metallic, like old blood mingled with wilting jasmine."
4
"It was the kind of chill that seeped into bone, a primal awareness prickling along her spine."
5
"It was followed by a sigh, a drawn-out exhalation that didn't stir the leaves on the ancient trees that ringed the clearing."
6
"Her bright blue eyes scanned the periphery, catching glimpses of movement, fleeting impressions that dissolved when she tried to fix them."
7
"She reached a small stream, its water unnaturally clear, flowing over stones that gleamed with an inner phosphorescence."
8
"Strange, delicate ferns, unfurling fronds that shimmered with iridescence, choked its banks."
9
"The wildflowers near her feet seemed to lean in, their petals unfurling further, revealing intricate patterns that shifted as she watched, blurring the lines be…"
10
"Aurora spun around, her hand instinctively going to the pendant, her fingers tightening on the cool silver chain."
11
"Not a distinct form, but a gathering of shadows that coalesced at the edge of her vision."
12
"Its presence was a pressure, a cold that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with utter emptiness."
13
"The playful tinkling returned, now a frantic, musical cacophony, as if a hundred tiny bells were being shaken by unseen hands."
14
"The ground beneath her feet felt softer now, yielding, pulling at her boots as if the earth itself was trying to claim her."
15
"The shadowy figure extended something from its mass, a limb that wasn't a limb, tapering into a point that flickered like a dying flame."