Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1HVT5FXANCDYHNXGEEQP2H

Run Details

Duration:
7.0s
Cost:
$0.002557
Provider:
Inception

Model input

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 door slammed shut behind the stranger, the lock clicking with a metallic sigh. Aurora’s hand froze mid‑air, the delivery bag slipping from her grip and spilling steaming rice onto the worn wooden floor. “Lucien.” Her voice cracked like a thin glass, half‑laugh, half‑warning. He stood in the doorway, the charcoal suit hugging his tall frame, the ivory‑handled cane resting lightly on the carpet. One eye glinted amber, the other black, a silent promise of fire and night. “Rory,” he replied, his tone smooth as polished marble. “You look… surprised.” She crossed the kitchen, her bright blue eyes flicking to the crescent scar on her left wrist, the faint line catching the dim light. The scar had never bothered her, but now it seemed a brand, a reminder of a childhood accident that left a permanent mark. “You’re not supposed to be here,” she said, voice low, the words slicing through the cramped space of Eva’s flat above the curry house. The scent of cumin and fried onions clung to the walls, mingling with the faint perfume of incense from a nearby shrine. Lucien’s smile slipped, a flash of white teeth. “I’m not here for the food.” He lifted the cane, the ivory grip revealing a thin blade hidden within. “I have a message.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the edge of the counter, the wood rough against her skin. “What message could a fixer have for a delivery girl?” He stepped forward, the floorboards creaking under his polished shoes. “Your friend Eva asked me to find you. She’s… worried.” The word “worried” hung in the air like a rusted key. Aurora glanced at the door, then at the tiny tabby cat perched on the windowsill, Ptolemy blinking lazily. The cat’s fur glimmered amber, a small beacon in the dim room. “Eva?” Aurora asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and caution. “What does she want?” Lucien’s gaze flicked to the deadbolts on the front door, three iron bars that never failed to keep the world at bay. “She thinks you’re in danger. Something… unsaid is stirring in the shadows.” Aurora’s breath caught. She had left behind a trail of broken promises, an ex named Evan whose rage still haunted her nights. She had fled to London, to a life of parcels and late‑night runs, hoping to outrun the ghosts of her past. “You think I’m being chased?” she asked, sarcasm lacing each syllable. His eyes narrowed, the amber glint sharpening. “I think you’re being hunted. And I think you need someone who can see the hunters before they strike.” She turned, the scar on her wrist now a vivid line against her skin, as if the injury itself could speak. “You always liked to play the hero, Lucien. Even when the world told you otherwise.” He chuckled, a low sound that resonated in the cramped room. “Heroes are a luxury. I’m a fixer. I make sure the pieces fit, even when the picture is a nightmare.” Aurora stepped back, the delivery bag now abandoned, the steam curling like ghostly tendrils. “What do you want from me?” He lowered the cane, the blade glinting in the faint light, a promise of violence wrapped in elegance. “I want you to trust me, just long enough to hear what’s coming.” A sudden knock echoed from the hallway, the sound reverberating through the thin walls. The cat hissed, ears pinned back. “Who’s there?” Aurora demanded, her heart thudding like a drum. Lucien’s hand hovered over the cane, the blade hidden but ready. “Someone who doesn’t want us to talk.” The door to the hallway creaked open, a figure silhouetted against the streetlight. A tall woman, hair black as midnight, stepped inside, her coat dripping with rain. She glanced at Aurora, then at Lucien, a thin smile curling her lips. “Eva,” Lucien said, his voice a whisper that cut through the tension. “You’re late.” Eva’s eyes flicked to the scar on Aurora’s wrist, then to the cane. “I’m sorry I didn’t call. I thought I could handle it alone.” She moved toward the kitchen, her boots thudding on the floorboards. Aurora’s mind raced, the past colliding with the present. The ex‑boyfriend Evan, the night she fled, the promise she made to herself to never look back. Now the past surged forward, a tide she could not resist. Eva placed a hand on Aurora’s shoulder, the touch warm, grounding. “You need to leave, Rory. Tonight. They’re coming for you.” Lucien’s cane tapped the floor, a rhythmic beat that matched Aurora’s pulse. “Who’s coming?” Eva swallowed, her throat dry. “The Covenant. They want the ledger you stole from the Golden Empress. They’ll kill anyone who stands in their way.” Aurora’s eyes widened, the weight of the secret ledger she had hidden beneath a false bottom of a delivery bag. She had thought the ledger was safe, a piece of paper with names and numbers that could topple a criminal empire. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Aurora asked, her voice trembling. Eva’s gaze hardened. “Because you would have run. Because you’d have hidden. I needed you to stay, to keep the ledger safe. And I needed Lucien to watch over you.” Lucien stepped forward, the cane now a weapon in his hand. “I can protect you. I can take the ledger to a safe house. But we must move now.” A sudden crash echoed from the hallway, the door swinging open with a force that sent a gust of cold air through the flat. A group of men in dark coats poured in, their faces hidden behind masks, their eyes glittering with malice. Aurora’s breath hitched, the scar on her wrist throbbing as if it sensed the danger. She clutched the hidden ledger, the paper slick with sweat. “Lucien,” she whispered, “what do we do?” He raised the cane, the blade flashing like a silver comet. “We run. And we make them regret ever crossing us.” The masked men advanced, their footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. One of them lunged, a knife gleaming in his hand. Lucien pivoted, his cane whistling through the air, the hidden blade slicing the attacker’s wrist with a clean arc. Aurora darted toward the back door, the deadbolts clicking as she fumbled with them. Her fingers trembled, the scar on her wrist a reminder of the accident that taught her to fight. “Ptolemy!” she shouted, the cat leapt from the windowsill, landing on the floor with a soft thud. The cat hissed at the intruders, its eyes glowing amber in the dim light. The men paused, momentarily distracted by the feline. Lucien seized the moment, his cane a blur. He struck another attacker, the hidden blade sinking into the shoulder, the man gasping, blood spattering the floor. Aurora slammed the deadbolts, the lock catching with a satisfying click. She turned, the ledger clutched to her chest, her breath ragged. “Now,” she said, eyes fierce, “let’s finish this.” Lucien nodded, his amber eye flashing. “Follow me.” They slipped through the narrow hallway, the muffled sounds of the struggle fading behind them. The stairwell led down to the street, the smell of rain-soaked cobblestones mingling with the distant hum of city life. As they reached the exit, a sudden scream tore through the night—a woman’s voice, raw and desperate, echoing from the alley behind them. Aurora froze, the ledger heavy in her arms. “What’s that?” she asked, fear and curiosity tangled. Lucien glanced back, his cane still in hand. “Someone else is in trouble.” The scream grew louder, a frantic plea that seemed to come from the very shadows they were fleeing. A figure emerged, clutching a broken bottle, eyes wild with terror. “Help!” the figure croaked, a voice that sounded like a child’s. Lucien hesitated, his gaze flicking between Aurora and the desperate stranger. Aurora’s heart hammered, the scar on her wrist a pulsing reminder of past pain. “Do we stop?” she whispered, the question hanging in the night air. Lucien’s lips curled into a thin smile. “We always stop for the ones we care about.” The masked men reappeared, their silhouettes looming like predators. Their leader, a tall figure with a scar across his cheek, raised a gun, the barrel glinting ominously. Aurora’s breath caught, the ledger now a weight that could crush her. The cat, Ptolemy, hissed, fur bristling. The night erupted in chaos, gunfire cracking, shadows shifting, and the sound of a heart beating against the darkness. Aurora clutched the ledger tighter, her eyes locked on Lucien’s determined stare. A sudden flash of light illuminated the alley, a burst of fireball that sent the masked men stumbling back. The leader’s gun misfired, a puff of smoke rising from the barrel. Lucien seized the moment, his cane a blur, the hidden blade flashing in the night. He struck the leader, the blade sinking deep, the man's eyes widening in shock. Aurora felt a surge of adrenaline, the scar on her wrist pulsing like a drum. She stepped forward, the ledger now a shield, her voice steady. “Leave us alone,” she demanded, the words ringing with authority. The remaining masked men retreated, their silhouettes disappearing into the night. The alley fell silent, save for the ragged breathing of the three of them. Aurora turned to Lucien, her eyes meeting his amber gaze. The tension between them crackled, an electric current that threatened to ignite. “Why did you come?” she asked, her voice a mixture of accusation and yearning. Lucien lowered his cane, the hidden blade retracting with a soft click. “Because I could not bear watching you fight alone.” Aurora’s heart hammered, the scar on her wrist a reminder of the accident that had taught her to survive. She stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking. “Do you think this ends here?” she whispered, her breath mingling with his. He smiled, a thin, confident curve. “No. It begins.” The night air rushed in, the distant sounds of the city a muted backdrop. Their hands brushed, the contact sparking a fire that neither could deny. A sudden shout echoed from the street, a voice calling out a name—Evan. The name cut through the night like a blade, a ghost from Aurora’s past resurfacing. Lucien’s eyes flicked to the street, his grip tightening on the cane. Aurora’s gaze hardened, the scar on her wrist flaring with resolve. The alley lights flickered, casting long shadows across the wet cobblestones. The tension rose, a storm about to break. “Run,” Lucien hissed, his voice low, “before they find us again.” Aurora nodded, the ledger clutched to her chest, her breath steady. She turned, ready to flee, but a sudden clang echoed from behind—a metal door slamming shut, sealing them in the alley. The sound reverberated, the night holding its breath. A figure stepped out from the darkness, a silhouette that sent a chill down Aurora’s spine. The figure raised a hand, a glint of steel catching the streetlamp’s glow. The night seemed to freeze, the world holding its breath as the blade hovered, ready to strike.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags21
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"Her voice cracked like [like]"
dialogueSentences45
tagDensity0.467
leniency0.933
rawRatio0.048
effectiveRatio0.044
91.86% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1842
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"lightly"
count1
1
adverb"lazily"
count1
2
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"lightly"
1"lazily"
2"very"
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)
0.00% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1842
totalAiIsms40
found
0
word"marble"
count1
1
word"reminder"
count4
2
word"beacon"
count1
3
word"flicked"
count3
4
word"glint"
count2
5
word"resonated"
count1
6
word"glinting"
count2
7
word"echoed"
count4
8
word"whisper"
count1
9
word"tension"
count3
10
word"raced"
count1
11
word"rhythmic"
count1
12
word"pulse"
count1
13
word"weight"
count2
14
word"footsteps"
count1
15
word"echoing"
count2
16
word"gleaming"
count1
17
word"trembled"
count1
18
word"looming"
count1
19
word"determined"
count1
20
word"electric"
count1
21
word"yearning"
count1
22
word"resolve"
count1
23
word"flickered"
count1
24
word"reverberated"
count1
25
word"chill"
count1
highlights
0"marble"
1"reminder"
2"beacon"
3"flicked"
4"glint"
5"resonated"
6"glinting"
7"echoed"
8"whisper"
9"tension"
10"raced"
11"rhythmic"
12"pulse"
13"weight"
14"footsteps"
15"echoing"
16"gleaming"
17"trembled"
18"looming"
19"determined"
20"electric"
21"yearning"
22"resolve"
23"flickered"
24"reverberated"
25"chill"
33.33% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches4
maxInWindow3
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count2
1
label"hung in the air"
count1
2
label"sent a shiver through"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
1"eyes widened"
2"hung in the air"
3"sent a chill down"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells2
narrationSentences120
matches
0"d with terror"
1"g with resolve"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences120
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences144
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen27
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1839
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions20
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions59
wordCount1523
uniqueNames6
maxNameDensity1.9
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Eva5
Aurora29
Ptolemy2
Lucien19
Evan3
London1
persons
0"Eva"
1"Aurora"
2"Ptolemy"
3"Lucien"
4"Evan"
places
0"London"
globalScore0.548
windowScore0.5
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences113
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"plea that seemed to come from the very shadows they were fleeing"
1"sounded like a child’s"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1839
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences144
matches(empty)
79.09% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs76
mean24.2
std10.33
cv0.427
sampleLengths
034
110
234
312
447
546
631
725
820
941
1015
1134
1243
1311
1426
1536
1631
1720
1831
1920
2010
2118
2240
2314
2436
2537
2621
2714
2825
2941
3010
3130
3229
3343
3425
357
3621
3740
3832
3917
4022
4126
4222
438
448
4535
4631
478
4813
4929
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences120
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs260
matches
0"were fleeing"
83.33% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount3
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences3
totalSentences144
ratio0.021
matches
0"As they reached the exit, a sudden scream tore through the night—a woman’s voice, raw and desperate, echoing from the alley behind them."
1"A sudden shout echoed from the street, a voice calling out a name—Evan."
2"She turned, ready to flee, but a sudden clang echoed from behind—a metal door slamming shut, sealing them in the alley."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1527
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount21
adverbRatio0.0137524557956778
lyAdverbCount5
lyAdverbRatio0.0032743942370661427
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences144
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences144
mean12.77
std5.34
cv0.418
sampleLengths
014
120
210
320
414
59
63
724
823
924
1022
118
1219
134
1415
1510
1610
1710
1811
1918
2012
2111
224
2322
2412
253
2619
2721
2811
297
3019
3121
3215
3311
3420
3514
366
3718
3813
3914
406
4110
4211
437
4413
4514
4613
4712
482
4913
44.44% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats8
diversityRatio0.2222222222222222
totalSentences144
uniqueOpeners32
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences119
matches(empty)
ratio0
95.63% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount37
totalSentences119
matches
0"Her voice cracked like a"
1"He stood in the doorway,"
2"he replied, his tone smooth"
3"She crossed the kitchen, her"
4"she said, voice low, the"
5"He lifted the cane, the"
6"He stepped forward, the floorboards"
7"She had left behind a"
8"She had fled to London,"
9"she asked, sarcasm lacing each"
10"His eyes narrowed, the amber"
11"She turned, the scar on"
12"He chuckled, a low sound"
13"He lowered the cane, the"
14"She glanced at Aurora, then"
15"She moved toward the kitchen,"
16"She had thought the ledger"
17"She clutched the hidden ledger,"
18"He raised the cane, the"
19"Her fingers trembled, the scar"
ratio0.311
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount115
totalSentences119
matches
0"The door slammed shut behind"
1"Aurora’s hand froze mid‑air, the"
2"Her voice cracked like a"
3"He stood in the doorway,"
4"he replied, his tone smooth"
5"She crossed the kitchen, her"
6"The scar had never bothered"
7"she said, voice low, the"
8"The scent of cumin and"
9"Lucien’s smile slipped, a flash"
10"He lifted the cane, the"
11"Aurora’s fingers tightened around the"
12"He stepped forward, the floorboards"
13"The word hung in the"
14"Aurora glanced at the door,"
15"The cat’s fur glimmered amber,"
16"Aurora asked, her tone a"
17"Lucien’s gaze flicked to the"
18"Aurora’s breath caught."
19"She had left behind a"
ratio0.966
42.02% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences119
matches
0"Now the past surged forward,"
ratio0.008
62.50% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences80
technicalSentenceCount9
matches
0"She turned, the scar on her wrist now a vivid line against her skin, as if the injury itself could speak."
1"Lucien’s cane tapped the floor, a rhythmic beat that matched Aurora’s pulse."
2"Aurora’s breath hitched, the scar on her wrist throbbing as if it sensed the danger."
3"Lucien pivoted, his cane whistling through the air, the hidden blade slicing the attacker’s wrist with a clean arc."
4"Her fingers trembled, the scar on her wrist a reminder of the accident that taught her to fight."
5"The scream grew louder, a frantic plea that seemed to come from the very shadows they were fleeing."
6"A sudden flash of light illuminated the alley, a burst of fireball that sent the masked men stumbling back."
7"He struck the leader, the blade sinking deep, the man's eyes widening in shock."
8"Aurora’s heart hammered, the scar on her wrist a reminder of the accident that had taught her to survive."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags21
uselessAdditionCount16
matches
0"Her voice cracked like, half‑laugh, half‑warning"
1"he replied, his tone smooth as polished marble"
2"He lifted, the ivory grip revealing a thin blade hidden within"
3"Aurora asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and caution"
4"she asked, sarcasm lacing each syllable"
5"Aurora demanded, her heart thudding like a drum"
6"Lucien said, his voice a whisper that cut through the tension"
7"She moved, her boots thudding on the floorboards"
8"Aurora asked, her voice trembling"
9"she said, eyes fierce,"
10"the figure croaked, a voice that sounded like a child’s"
11"she whispered, the question hanging in the night air"
12"she demanded, the words ringing with authority"
13"she asked, her voice a mixture of accusation and yearning"
14"she whispered, her breath mingling with his"
15"Lucien hissed, his voice low,"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags17
fancyCount8
fancyTags
0"Aurora demanded (demand)"
1"she whispered (whisper)"
2"she shouted (shout)"
3"the figure croaked (croak)"
4"she whispered (whisper)"
5"she demanded (demand)"
6"she whispered (whisper)"
7"Lucien hissed (hiss)"
dialogueSentences45
tagDensity0.378
leniency0.756
rawRatio0.471
effectiveRatio0.356
72.7401%