Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9PZSDAJRRMTVGT53J8PT37

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Duration:
1m 48s
Cost:
$0.070385
Provider:
OpenAI

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System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Horror 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> <location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)"> <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation> <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones> <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior> <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora> <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description> </location> <item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas"> <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor> <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial> <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size> <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior> <glow>faint inner glow</glow> <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description> </item> </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 horror genre. A character is alone in a strange, isolated place at night. They came here for a reason, but something feels off from the moment they arrive. The wrongness builds slowly — sounds that shouldn't be there, things that move at the edge of vision, a growing certainty that they are not alone. Build tension through restraint, not through gore. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for the character and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The pendant bit first. Heat stabbed through Rory's shirt as she squeezed between the old standing stones and dropped into the clearing beyond. Her boot slid on a mat of petals. She caught the nearest trunk, bark scraping her palm, and stood still with her fist pressed over the Heartstone until the worst of the burn passed. “Right,” she said into the dark. “You wanted Richmond. Here I am.” Her torch cut a narrow lane across the grove. Wildflowers crowded the ground in thick drifts, foxgloves beside crocuses, bluebells pushed up through fern, white star-shaped blooms she did not know staring from under bramble leaves. The place never obeyed a sane season, not from what she had heard, but tonight the flowers held something strained in them. Their stems bent too far. Their heads all angled the same way, not towards her light, but deeper in. She pulled the pendant free. The crimson stone glowed with a dim inner pulse, warm enough now to sting her fingers. It had done that on the edge of the park, while she coasted past with a paper bag of prawn toast on the back of her bike and a chipped helmet under her arm. By the time she had handed the order over and circled back, the warmth had climbed into a throb. Follow me, it had said without words. So she had chained the bike, climbed a fence no one had mended in years, and come to the only place in London that always carried a rumour and never carried proof. The city dropped away behind her. No tyres. No siren. No hum from a road. Silence shut with a neat click, like a barrister’s briefcase closing. Rory swung the beam back towards the gap between the stones. The opening had not gone. That helped. She could still make out the pale bite of her own scarf tied round one of the uprights. Practical. Mark the way in. Keep one hand on the thread. Fae stories only chewed people who wandered. A faint chime rang somewhere ahead. Not a bird. Metal. Thin and clear. She knew that sound. The bell on her delivery bike gave the same bright note, a cheap silver thing she had fixed twice with black tape and spite. “Not funny.” The grove gave her nothing back. Rory moved deeper, stepping where the earth looked firm. Damp leaves clung to the soles of her boots. Sweetness hung low among the flowers, crushed petals and honey, and under it sat a sour note that pulled the back of her tongue tight. Not rot. Not yet. Something older. Like a cellar wall after floodwater. She stopped beside a split root and crouched. In the soil, a narrow line had burned through moss in a crooked track. The pendant swung over it and grew hotter. No light touched the mark. It absorbed the torch beam and turned it flat. “Hel,” she murmured. The word sounded wrong in the grove. It sank, heavy as a stone dropped in a well. That was why she had come. Not for pretty stories about hidden courts and stolen dances. The Heartstone had woken near doorways before, little pulses when she passed forgotten alleys or church crypts with the wrong kind of cold in them. This was the first time it had hauled at her hard enough to make her chest tighten. Somewhere in this clearing, under the Fae perfume and the flowers that bloomed when they pleased, a crack had opened towards something darker. A rustle stirred on her left. Rory whipped the torch round. Nothing. Just a bank of fern and a low hawthorn branch tangled with white blossom. Then the branch shivered once, though no wind moved the rest. She took a slow breath through her nose and straightened. “Small animal. Fine.” The next ten paces felt longer than the last hundred. The clearing widened, then narrowed without warning. Trees stood where open ground had been a second earlier. She kept the marked line in sight when she could, scarf, then stone, then the pale scratch she made in bark with her house key. The key bit clean into the trunk. Good. Real wood. Solid. A fact she could use. When she glanced back three steps later, the bark had sealed smooth. Rory stared at it, then stepped back and raked the key harder. Fresh grooves curled pale under the torch. She turned at once, counted to two, and looked again. The grooves remained. “Cute.” A laugh drifted from somewhere behind her shoulder. It was a woman’s laugh, quick and breathless, the sort that slipped out over a pint when someone at the table had just said something filthy. Eva’s laugh. Rory did not turn at once. She let the torch stay fixed on the scar in the bark and waited for the second sound, the double-tap of heels, the huff of breath, any ordinary thing that belonged to a living body crossing soil. Nothing came. She turned. Flowers. Stones. Trees with their roots humped above the earth like knuckles. No Eva. Her grip tightened on the torch. The small crescent scar on her left wrist flashed pale in the beam. Childhood accident, one careless jar lid, one red slick over the kitchen tiles. The memory landed whole and sharp, not invited. The grove had put it in her hand like a card from a rigged deck. “No,” she said. “You don’t get to sort through the filing cabinet.” The pendant pulsed once against her sternum. Hotter. She moved again, slower now, working by method. Count steps. Mark branches. Check the pendant every few yards. Clever beat brave every time, and clever required data. The burned line in the moss reappeared near a cluster of pale mushrooms, then vanished beneath a mound of roots, then surfaced again beside a stone shaped like a bent tooth. She followed it towards the centre of the clearing. The air changed there. Night pressed close between the trunks. Her torch beam thinned and lost reach, swallowed a yard from where she stood. The flowers thickened into a ring around a patch of bare earth no wider than a kitchen table. No growth touched the middle. Soil lay open, dark and fine, as though someone had sifted ash through their fingers and spread it flat. A sound rose from under it. Not loud. A soft drag. Cloth over wood. Then three quick taps. Rory crouched so fast her knees cracked. She held the torch low and swept the light across the patch. At first she saw nothing. Then the surface shifted. Not up. Not out. Inward. A shallow sink, as if a mouth beneath the soil had drawn a careful breath. Her own breath came shorter. She forced it even. The pendant burned her skin through the chain. She winced, unhooked it, and let it dangle over the centre. The crimson stone flared. The ground answered with another inward pull. A second set of footsteps crossed behind her. Rory spun to her feet. This time she saw them. Prints pressed into the flowerbed, one after another, neat and narrow, opening in stems that bowed and did not break. No body made them. Nothing bent the air above them. The trail stopped six feet from where she stood. Then a final print sank into the earth, close enough for her to hear the damp push of the soil. Someone had just come to stand behind her. Rory backed away until her heel hit the bare patch. Cold shot through the sole of her boot, needling into her ankle. “Show yourself.” Her voice came back from the trees a beat late. Show yourself. The echo used her own tone, but older, roughened, worn thin by years she had not lived. The torch flickered. For an instant the clearing changed. No flowers. No moss. No bright Fae trick of endless bloom. Only black roots, vast and wet, winding over one another around a pit that had no bottom. Faces bulged in the wood. Human faces, eyes closed, mouths packed with soil. Then the beam steadied, and blossoms rushed back into place. Rory stood frozen with the torch levelled and the pendant burning in her fist. “Enough.” The word came from the far side of the ring. Not her voice. A man’s, soft and cultivated, each consonant placed with care. Brendan Carter in a courtroom, dismantling a witness one polished sentence at a time. Rory swung the light. A figure stood between two trunks. Tall. Slim. Coat dark as turned earth. Its face stayed in shadow, but one hand showed white at the cuff, long fingers, clean nails. It lifted that hand and crooked it once, a patient summons. “You are standing on the lock.” That voice had her father’s shape, but another note moved under it, a hollow scrape, like stones grinding below deep water. Rory’s jaw set. “You sound cheap.” The figure laughed then, and the laugh split. Her father for half a breath, then Eva, then her mother, then a child she did not know. The torch went out. Darkness slammed into her eyes. Rory thumbed the switch hard. Nothing. She struck the casing against her palm. Dead. The pendant blazed in her fist, not enough to light the grove, enough to stain her hand red. Something brushed the back of her neck. She lurched forward and the bare patch gave beneath her boot. The ash-dark soil cracked in a thin bright seam. Cold poured up from it, raw and deep, carrying the stink of long-shut places, iron, wet stone, and the sweet reek of flowers left too long in a room with the windows sealed. Roots writhed around the opening. All round the clearing, the wildflowers bent low, their faces turned to the split earth as though in prayer. “Aurora Carter.” The voice rose from the seam itself now, layered and hungry. “We’ve waited.” The ground tore open. A black hand reached out of the crack and clamped round her wrist.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags3
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences14
tagDensity0.214
leniency0.429
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1672
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)
70.10% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1672
totalAiIsms10
found
0
word"pulse"
count1
1
word"warmth"
count1
2
word"throb"
count1
3
word"silence"
count1
4
word"dances"
count1
5
word"pulsed"
count1
6
word"footsteps"
count1
7
word"echo"
count1
8
word"flickered"
count1
9
word"lurched"
count1
highlights
0"pulse"
1"warmth"
2"throb"
3"silence"
4"dances"
5"pulsed"
6"footsteps"
7"echo"
8"flickered"
9"lurched"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences182
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences182
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences193
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen38
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1672
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions4
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions23
wordCount1632
uniqueNames6
maxNameDensity0.8
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Rory13
Heartstone2
London1
Fae3
Eva3
Carter1
persons
0"Rory"
1"Heartstone"
2"Eva"
3"Carter"
places
0"London"
globalScore1
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences110
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
80.38% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords1.196
wordCount1672
matches
0"not from what she had heard, but tonight the flowers held something strained in them"
1"not towards her light, but deeper in"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences193
matches
0"knew that sound"
1"lifted that hand"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs85
mean19.67
std22.14
cv1.126
sampleLengths
04
153
212
377
4113
56
620
754
86
97
1028
112
126
1355
1444
153
1617
1781
186
195
2015
2111
2213
2368
2412
2529
263
271
288
2926
302
3143
322
332
3412
352
3655
3712
388
3967
4066
416
4212
4319
445
4524
469
4719
484
497
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences182
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs249
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences193
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1636
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"white star-shaped blooms"
adverbCount49
adverbRatio0.029951100244498777
lyAdverbCount3
lyAdverbRatio0.0018337408312958435
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences193
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences193
mean8.66
std7.31
cv0.844
sampleLengths
04
119
28
326
46
56
69
727
822
95
1014
115
1216
1334
1419
157
1632
176
182
192
205
2111
2211
235
242
2518
261
274
286
297
306
313
321
333
344
3524
362
376
389
399
4025
412
422
432
446
458
4614
478
485
499
59.93% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.39378238341968913
totalSentences193
uniqueOpeners76
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount8
totalSentences148
matches
0"Somewhere in this clearing, under"
1"Just a bank of fern"
2"Then the branch shivered once,"
3"Then three quick taps."
4"Then the surface shifted."
5"Then a final print sank"
6"Only black roots, vast and"
7"Then the beam steadied, and"
ratio0.054
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount32
totalSentences148
matches
0"Her boot slid on a"
1"She caught the nearest trunk,"
2"she said into the dark"
3"Her torch cut a narrow"
4"Their stems bent too far."
5"Their heads all angled the"
6"She pulled the pendant free."
7"It had done that on"
8"She could still make out"
9"She knew that sound."
10"She stopped beside a split"
11"It absorbed the torch beam"
12"It sank, heavy as a"
13"She took a slow breath"
14"She kept the marked line"
15"She turned at once, counted"
16"It was a woman’s laugh,"
17"She let the torch stay"
18"Her grip tightened on the"
19"She moved again, slower now,"
ratio0.216
81.62% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount112
totalSentences148
matches
0"The pendant bit first."
1"Heat stabbed through Rory's shirt"
2"Her boot slid on a"
3"She caught the nearest trunk,"
4"she said into the dark"
5"Her torch cut a narrow"
6"Wildflowers crowded the ground in"
7"The place never obeyed a"
8"Their stems bent too far."
9"Their heads all angled the"
10"She pulled the pendant free."
11"The crimson stone glowed with"
12"It had done that on"
13"The city dropped away behind"
14"Rory swung the beam back"
15"The opening had not gone."
16"She could still make out"
17"Fae stories only chewed people"
18"A faint chime rang somewhere"
19"She knew that sound."
ratio0.757
33.78% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences148
matches
0"By the time she had"
ratio0.007
87.91% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences65
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"Sweetness hung low among the flowers, crushed petals and honey, and under it sat a sour note that pulled the back of her tongue tight."
1"She let the torch stay fixed on the scar in the bark and waited for the second sound, the double-tap of heels, the huff of breath, any ordinary thing that belon…"
2"Soil lay open, dark and fine, as though someone had sifted ash through their fingers and spread it flat."
3"Only black roots, vast and wet, winding over one another around a pit that had no bottom."
4"All round the clearing, the wildflowers bent low, their faces turned to the split earth as though in prayer."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags3
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
78.57% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags3
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"she murmured (murmur)"
dialogueSentences14
tagDensity0.214
leniency0.429
rawRatio0.333
effectiveRatio0.143
92.8766%