Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1J3GYPH3TWNSN05FFHMKEV

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Model:
GPT-5.4
Duration:
1m 11s
Cost:
$0.049967
Provider:
OpenAI

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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 first deadbolt clacked back, then the second, then the third, and Aurora opened the door with her shoulder because both hands still held a paper sack slick with curry oil and a stack of takeaway menus. Evan Price stood on Eva's narrow landing as if he had never once been told to leave her alone. For one second the world shrank to absurd details. The grey wool of his coat. The little nick on his chin from shaving in a hurry. The stale aftershave that sat under the stronger smell of the curry house downstairs, cumin and frying onion climbing the stairwell in hot waves. Her fingers tightened on the bag until the cardboard corners bit into her palm. He gave her the same soft look that had fooled strangers for years. "Rory." She slammed the door. His hand shot into the gap. The wood hit bone with a hard crack. "Jesus Christ." "Move your hand." "Not until you hear me out." Aurora set the menus on the floor with care. She shifted the paper sack to one arm and pushed harder. His face tightened. Good. "Three deadbolts should have counted as a clue." "I've come all the way from Cardiff." "Then enjoy the return trip." Ptolemy streaked between her ankles, all striped fury and offended tail, hissing at the gap. The cat had better instincts than most men she knew. Evan leaned in, lowering his voice, the old confidential tone he used before every lie. "You vanished." "I relocated." "You cut your number. You left university without a word. Your father threatened police action." "My father can afford the paperwork." His eyes flicked over her shoulder, measuring the flat, the stacked books, the walls half-hidden by maps and pinned notes, the battered umbrella stand by the door. Not nostalgia. Inventory. Aurora knew that look. He was checking exits, obstacles, angles. Control wore many costumes. "You're living here?" "That's none of your business." "With her?" "Still none." The floorboard behind her creaked. Eva had risen from the nest of blankets on the sagging sofa bed in the sitting room alcove and now stood barefoot in one of Aurora's old university jumpers, dark curls wild, a fountain pen tucked behind one ear like a weapon she'd forgotten to put down. "Problem?" Aurora didn't look away from Evan. "Rotten produce at the door." Eva came closer. Ptolemy wound around her ankle, still growling in miniature. Evan gave Eva a glance full of polished contempt. He had always hated her. Eva had spotted him in a week. It had taken Aurora eleven months to leave. "You must be Eva." "And you must be the reason she sleeps with a chair under the door when the nightmares get bad." Silence hit, sharp and clean. Evan smiled, but only with his mouth. "She's been dramatic since school." Aurora put the bag down on the top crate by the door and stepped forward. She didn't raise her voice. She didn't need to. "Take your hand out before I break a finger." For a beat he held her gaze. He always liked brinkmanship. Pushing until fear did the rest. Then he withdrew, slow, making a show of surrender. Aurora shut the door in his face, threw the first bolt, then the second. The third stuck for one mad second because her hand had started to shake. The knocking came at once. Not frantic. Rhythmic. Controlled. "Rory." She braced one palm on the door. "Go away." "I know you took something." Eva's head turned. Aurora's spine went rigid. Outside, his knuckles tapped again, patient as a debt collector. "We can do this in the hall if you prefer. Your neighbours can hear. I don't mind." Aurora slid the last bolt home. "What did you take?" Eva asked. "Nothing." The knock stopped. His voice dropped lower, which made it carry more. "The blue file. From my desk. The one you had no business opening." Eva folded her arms. "Oh, this just got interesting." Aurora drew in a breath through her nose. The curry smell had gone greasy now, souring at the back of her throat. She remembered a different door, a different flat in Cardiff, his hand flat on painted wood while he smiled and explained why she should stop making scenes. She remembered the sound of her own pulse, loud as a drum. That old panic stirred, but it found less room than it once had. London had made her harder in useful places. "I didn't take your bloody file." "You read it." That was closer to the bone. Eva looked at her. Not pushing. Just waiting. Aurora laughed once, with no humour in it. "Of course this is why you're here. Not remorse. Not closure. Administrative panic." Through the wood, Evan exhaled. "You left with your bag half-packed. Things were missing." "Yes. My self-respect. My appetite. Several months of my life." "Rory." There it was again. Her name turned into a warning. Eva stepped past her and called through the door. "She's not taking requests." "Stay out of this." "I like it in here." Aurora closed her eyes for a beat, then opened them. The flat felt smaller under pressure. Every surface carried evidence of their lives. Open books with slips of paper jutting from the spines. A chipped mug ring staining a pile of copied manuscripts. A small brass bowl near the window full of keys, receipts, a silver Saint Brigid medal Aurora had not worn in years. Their world. Their mess. Evan's presence at the threshold made all of it feel touched. He spoke again, smoother now. "I didn't come to fight." "You came to retrieve leverage." "Fine. You want honesty? I came because if that file lands in the wrong hands, people get hurt." Aurora barked a laugh. "That line sounds better when you aren't the one doing the hurting." A pause. Then, "Open the door." "No." "Then answer one question." She hated that she did. "What?" "Did you give it to anyone?" Eva's gaze sharpened. Aurora looked at the peephole but not through it. "No." Another pause, longer this time. "Good." That one word slid under her skin. Relief. Real relief. Whatever sat in that file mattered enough to crack his composure. She had seen the file once, three nights before she fled Cardiff. Blue card cover, no label, tucked in the back of his desk drawer beneath old utility bills. He had snatched it from her hands before she could do more than glimpse names, dates, account numbers, and one phrase stamped in red ink. Avaros Transit Ledger. At the time it had meant nothing. In London, after goblins in Soho, after a woman with silver eyes paid for noodles in old Roman coins, after Lucien Moreau corrected her pronunciation of a demon realm as if they stood in a museum not an alley, it meant too much. "Rory." His voice gentled. "Open the door. Let me see your face." Eva muttered, "Oh, that's rancid." Aurora spoke to the wood. "You already have." "I mean properly." "You lost the right." "Did I?" His voice stayed soft, but she heard the steel under it. Always there. Neat. Hidden. Useful. "You vanished after one argument." "One?" Eva's brows rose. Aurora laughed again, smaller this time, full of broken glass. "That's what we're calling it now?" The lock clicked in her memory. His hand around her wrist. Not the left one with the old crescent scar. The right. Easier to hide. His apology the next morning with coffee and croissants and a voice full of grief for damage he had caused. The flowers. The promises. The way he learned to cry on cue once he saw tears still worked on her. The door rattled once under his palm. "Lower your voice," he said. That did it. Aurora yanked the first bolt back. Eva caught her arm. "Rory." "I'm not letting him own the hallway." She opened the door before Eva could stop her. Evan stood too close. Of course he did. He had always believed proximity was persuasion. Up close he looked finer cut than most men, dark hair neat, clean-shaven, tie knotted just so. The sort of man who got offered trust before he earned it. His eyes moved over her face with hungry precision, reading what London had changed. The black hair cut shorter than Cardiff. The old denim and delivery jacket. The new steadiness. He smiled, and grief flashed across it with practised timing. "There you are." "Congratulations. You found an address." His gaze dropped to her left wrist where the sleeve had ridden up. The pale crescent scar showed. Childhood. Before him. One thing on her body he had not put there. "You look well." "You look expensive." His mouth twitched. "You always did know where to place the knife." "Funny. I learned from you." Eva stayed two paces behind Aurora, silent now, which meant dangerous. Evan glanced at her and then back. "We should speak alone." "No." "This concerns you." "It concerns me more with a witness." He shifted his weight. "You think I came to drag you back?" "I think you came because something in that file has started to burn." For the first time, his expression slipped. Not much. A notch. Enough. "So you did read it." "Not enough." "Who translated it for you?" Aurora let that sit. His eyes narrowed. "You've been in contact with people you don't understand." "That might be the first true thing you've said." He gave a short laugh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. A tell. Fatigue or temper. With him, both wore the same tie. "Listen to me. The names in that ledger, if they're exposed, London's underworld tears itself open. Human and otherwise." Eva leaned one shoulder on the wall. "Otherwise. That's a bold word to use on a first visit." Evan ignored her. Aurora watched him with painful focus. "How do you know about London's underworld?" He looked at her as if she had missed the obvious in a seminar. "Because Cardiff was never the whole map." The stairwell below creaked. Three sets of footfalls climbed, unhurried and in step. Evan heard them too. His head turned a fraction. Not fear. Calculation, immediate and cold. Aurora caught it. "Expecting company?" "No." The answer came too fast. A man's voice drifted up from below, smooth as polished bone. "On the contrary, monsieur, I was expecting you." Lucien Moreau appeared around the bend of the stairs in a tailored charcoal suit, one gloved hand resting on the ivory handle of his cane. One amber eye caught the yellow hall light. The black eye swallowed it. He took in the scene in one sweep, Evan on the threshold, Aurora braced in the doorway, Eva behind her with a bread knife now visible at her side, and the cat crouched low with his ears flat. Lucien smiled without warmth. "How touching. Reunions do so improve a building." Evan went still in a way Aurora had never seen before. Not frozen. Coiled. "You followed me." Lucien stepped onto the landing. Behind him came two broad-shouldered women in dark coats, both strangers, both carrying themselves like professionals who charged by the broken rib. "I prefer to call it due diligence." Aurora looked from one man to the other. "Would someone like to tell me why my ex boyfriend knows what Avaros is?" Lucien's gaze flicked to her, approving and grim at once. "Because, ma chère, he doesn't merely know. He launders for them." Eva's grip tightened on the bread knife. Evan's hand moved inside his coat. Lucien's cane blade sang free in a thin silver flash. "Careful," Lucien said. "If you reach for the pistol, they break your elbows before you clear the lining." The two women advanced. Evan's smile came back, stripped of softness at last. "Rory, get inside and bolt the door." Aurora didn't move. He looked at her, and for the first time there was no charm left in his face, only command, raw and familiar. "Now." One of the women lunged. Evan pivoted, seized her wrist, and drove her into the wall so hard the plaster cracked. Lucien stepped in with the blade low. The stairwell exploded into motion.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags5
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences95
tagDensity0.053
leniency0.105
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2040
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
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)
75.49% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2040
totalAiIsms10
found
0
word"flicked"
count2
1
word"silence"
count1
2
word"rhythmic"
count1
3
word"pulse"
count1
4
word"weight"
count1
5
word"warmth"
count1
6
word"charged"
count1
7
word"charm"
count1
8
word"familiar"
count1
highlights
0"flicked"
1"silence"
2"rhythmic"
3"pulse"
4"weight"
5"warmth"
6"charged"
7"charm"
8"familiar"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences190
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences190
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"started to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences279
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen47
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2040
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions11
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions88
wordCount1505
uniqueNames15
maxNameDensity1.79
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Aurora27
Price1
Eva19
Evan16
Cardiff3
Saint1
Brigid1
Transit1
Ledger1
London3
Soho1
Roman1
Lucien8
Moreau2
One3
persons
0"Aurora"
1"Price"
2"Eva"
3"Evan"
4"Saint"
5"Brigid"
6"Roman"
7"Lucien"
8"Moreau"
places
0"Cardiff"
1"London"
2"Soho"
3"One"
globalScore0.603
windowScore0.5
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences101
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2040
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount3
totalSentences279
matches
0"knew that look"
1"hated that she"
2"let that sit"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs182
mean11.21
std14.55
cv1.298
sampleLengths
037
119
264
313
41
54
614
72
83
96
1024
118
127
135
1425
1515
162
172
1815
196
2044
213
225
232
242
255
2647
271
286
295
3012
3129
324
3319
345
357
365
3724
389
3926
4014
4114
425
434
441
457
462
475
483
494
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences190
matches
0"been told"
1"got offered"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs247
matches
0"was checking"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences279
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1508
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount45
adverbRatio0.029840848806366047
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.001326259946949602
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences279
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences279
mean7.31
std6.58
cv0.9
sampleLengths
037
119
29
36
411
524
614
713
81
94
106
118
122
133
146
159
1611
173
181
198
207
215
2215
2310
2415
252
262
2715
286
2927
302
311
324
336
344
353
365
372
382
395
4047
411
426
435
443
459
469
475
487
498
50.90% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.3333333333333333
totalSentences279
uniqueOpeners93
42.74% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences156
matches
0"Then he withdrew, slow, making"
1"Of course he did."
ratio0.013
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount39
totalSentences156
matches
0"Her fingers tightened on the"
1"He gave her the same"
2"She slammed the door."
3"His hand shot into the"
4"She shifted the paper sack"
5"His face tightened."
6"His eyes flicked over her"
7"He was checking exits, obstacles,"
8"He had always hated her."
9"It had taken Aurora eleven"
10"She didn't raise her voice."
11"She didn't need to."
12"He always liked brinkmanship."
13"She braced one palm on"
14"His voice dropped lower, which"
15"She remembered a different door,"
16"She remembered the sound of"
17"Her name turned into a"
18"He spoke again, smoother now."
19"She hated that she did."
ratio0.25
33.72% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount133
totalSentences156
matches
0"The first deadbolt clacked back,"
1"Evan Price stood on Eva's"
2"The grey wool of his"
3"The little nick on his"
4"The stale aftershave that sat"
5"Her fingers tightened on the"
6"He gave her the same"
7"She slammed the door."
8"His hand shot into the"
9"The wood hit bone with"
10"Aurora set the menus on"
11"She shifted the paper sack"
12"His face tightened."
13"Ptolemy streaked between her ankles,"
14"The cat had better instincts"
15"Evan leaned in, lowering his"
16"His eyes flicked over her"
17"Aurora knew that look."
18"He was checking exits, obstacles,"
19"Control wore many costumes."
ratio0.853
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences156
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences52
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"The stale aftershave that sat under the stronger smell of the curry house downstairs, cumin and frying onion climbing the stairwell in hot waves."
1"In London, after goblins in Soho, after a woman with silver eyes paid for noodles in old Roman coins, after Lucien Moreau corrected her pronunciation of a demon…"
2"Behind him came two broad-shouldered women in dark coats, both strangers, both carrying themselves like professionals who charged by the broken rib."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags5
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags4
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Eva muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences95
tagDensity0.042
leniency0.084
rawRatio0.25
effectiveRatio0.021
88.4280%