Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9QG7XM0CW0RP7VQM709QNT

Run Details

Duration:
2m 40s
Cost:
$0.090895
Provider:
OpenAI

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Mystery 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="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4414" name="Eva Kowalski" aliases="Eva, Evie" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Best Friend"> <eyeColor>green</eyeColor> <hair>curly red</hair> <height>5'4"</height> <age>26</age> <glasses>round glasses</glasses> <satchel>worn leather satchel full of books</satchel> <freckles>freckled complexion</freckles> <nervousHabit>tucking hair behind her left ear</nervousHabit> <description>Aurora's childhood friend and an occult researcher.</description> <backstory>Moved to London two years before Aurora and works as a research assistant at the British Museum's restricted archives. She holds a master's degree in Ancient History from Oxford.</backstory> </character> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> <item id="2004" name="Veil Compass" aliases="the Compass, shadow compass" type="Tool" origin="The Veil Market"> <casingMaterial>small brass compass</casingMaterial> <faceMarkings>face etched with protective sigils</faceMarkings> <needle>points toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal</needle> <patina>casing has a patina of verdigris</patina> <creator>crafted by a Shade artisan</creator> <description>A compass attuned to supernatural energy.</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 mystery genre. A detective arrives at a crime scene in an unusual location. Something is wrong — the evidence doesn't add up. A colleague is present, offering a different interpretation. Through careful observation and deduction, the detective begins to see what others have missed. 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
Harlow Quinn caught the constable by the elbow before his boot came down on the print. “Back.” The young man froze on the stair, one foot hanging over a pale oval in the dust. He flushed and stepped where she pointed, onto the rusted lip of the next metal tread. “Sorry, ma’am.” “Save it for the report.” She crouched, leather watch strap creaking on her left wrist, and aimed her torch at the mark. Not a boot tread. Too smooth. A narrow sole with a worn outer edge and a sharp heel, the sort of shoe a man bought to be seen in, not to crawl through an access shaft beneath Camden. Grey powder feathered around it, undisturbed except for a clean crescent where the heel had pivoted hard. Someone had turned here. Fast. Someone who had not expected to run. Below her, the old station opened in layers, tile, shadow, rust, and the blunt white glare of forensic lamps. The platform had once sold cigarettes and evening papers to commuters. Now flaked enamel signs peeled from the walls, old adverts hung in ragged strips, and the iron rails slept under a fur of grit. The place smelt wrong. Not just mould and oil. Under that sat wax, singed herbs, something sweet enough to coat the back of the throat. Reeves waited beside the body with his hands in his coat pockets, broad shoulders set in a patient slump. He had the heavy face of a man who distrusted anything that could not be entered into a spreadsheet. A SOCO photographed the victim’s hands while another dusted the bench behind him with quick little flicks. “Nice of you to join us,” Reeves said. Harlow descended the rest of the stairs without looking at him. “You rang. I came.” “I said unusual location, not national emergency.” “You don’t know the difference.” Reeves huffed through his nose. That counted as amusement from him. The victim sat on an old wooden bench near the middle of the platform. Someone had arranged him with care. His back touched the stained tiles. His chin sagged onto his chest. A dark bloom covered the front of his expensive charcoal coat. His hands rested on his thighs, palms down, as neat as a chapel effigy. A brass compass lay trapped beneath the fingers of his left hand. Harlow stopped two steps short of him and let the whole scene settle. A broad spray of blood marked the wall five feet to the right of the bench. Fine mist at the top. Heavy drops below. Directional. It had struck from left to right in a hard burst. Yet the victim sat square on the bench, chest forward, head down. If his wound had thrown that arc, he had not died where he sat now. “What have you got?” she said. “Male, early thirties. No ID on him. White. Well fed. Good teeth.” Reeves tipped his head at the coat. “Money once, or wanting to look like money. Single stab wound to the chest. Wallet gone. Phone gone. Mates dumped him in the nearest creepy hole and ran.” “Mates carried him through the dust?” Reeves glanced at the floor. The platform wore a skin of powder thick enough to hold every step. Police boots crossed it now in marked lanes, but the scene beyond the initial cordon still spoke clearly. Harlow saw rectangles of clean concrete where something large had stood for hours and then vanished. She saw dozens of overlapping prints, boot soles, narrow heels, a child’s trainer, a tiny pointed shoe with a split toe, and wheel ruts from small carts that had no business being down here. The traffic packed tight near the far wall, then thinned into nothing. Not out toward the stairs. Toward a bricked service alcove at the end of the platform. “This place hosted more than a murder,” she said. “It hosted trespassers. Camden breeds them by the dozen. Urban explorers. Goth fairs. Drug buys. Pick your poison.” Harlow crouched by the victim’s shoes. Black leather brogues, hand stitched, soft enough to crease like skin. Their toes shone. Their soles held no station dust. No grease. No rust flakes from the stairs. Whoever had brought him to the platform had not marched him down the route the police had used. She looked up at Reeves. “He didn’t walk in from the access stair.” “Could’ve come in before the dust built up.” “The dust on the stair print I stopped your constable ruining is older than the mark in it. He came down after the dust settled. So did someone else.” Reeves folded his arms. “Then there’s another way in.” “Yes.” “Glad we agree.” He wore that faint smirk he used when he thought he had indulged her. Harlow ignored it and moved to the blood on the wall. Copper stung her nostrils. Fresh enough to speak. She held the torch low and traced the droplets. The line broke off three feet above the platform floor. Nothing beneath but one dark splash on the tile and a thin runnel that had crept along a grout line, then stopped as if the floor itself had tilted for a breath and levelled again. She pressed a gloved finger to the bench leg. Dust caked three sides. The fourth had a clean scrape. “You moved him?” Reeves shook his head. “Found him sitting there.” “Then someone moved the bench after the blood hit the wall.” “So?” “So his killer staged him. Neatly. That takes time.” She pointed with her torch. “And no drag marks. No pooled blood under the bench. The wound bled elsewhere.” A SOCO straightened from the body. “There’s more. His cuff is singed.” Harlow went to the left sleeve. The wool around the cuff had browned in a sharp ring, not burnt by flame licking up from below but marked in a band, as if something hot and narrow had clasped his wrist. “Electrical?” Reeves said. The SOCO gave a doubtful shrug. “No outlet down here has worked in years.” Harlow had seen a ring like that once before on a dockworker in Limehouse. DS Morris had joked about handcuffs from hell while the body lay under silver foil in the mortuary. Morris had laughed at his own line. Twelve hours later, he had bled out in an alley with no visible wound. She shut that door at once and looked at the victim’s hands instead. The right hand bore a shallow cut across two knuckles. Defensive. Recent. The left hand pinned the compass with strange care, fingertips curved round the casing rather than clenched. Harlow eased it free. The brass felt warmer than the air. Verdigris lined the groove round the hinge. Protective sigils, tiny and neat, ran across the face where numbers ought to have sat alone. Reeves leaned in. “Souvenir tat.” “From where?” He gestured upward. “Camden. You can buy a dragon skull ashtray and a pentagram lunch box within six minutes of each other.” “This isn’t shop tat.” The needle twitched, swung, then fixed toward the bricked alcove at the far end of the platform. Reeves saw it and gave a short laugh. “We’re under half of London’s ironwork. Compasses go queer.” Harlow turned the compass in her palm. The needle held its course. She walked three paces left. It held. She turned her back to the alcove. Still it held, steady as accusation. A constable approached with an evidence bag. “Found this in his inside pocket.” Harlow took the folded card through the plastic. British Museum. Restricted Archives. Visitor pass. The name printed across it read Eva Kowalski. On the back, in hurried pen strokes, someone had written one line. If it points wrong, you’re close. Reeves read over her shoulder. “Girlfriend, librarian, whatever. Not our victim.” “No,” Harlow said. “A lead.” She handed the pass back. “Bag it. No one folds it again.” The constable nodded and withdrew. Harlow crossed the platform at a measured pace, torch beam skating over the ground. Near the rectangles of clean floor, she found drips of candle wax in red, blue, and a greasy black. Farther on lay a chicken bone polished white as ivory, pierced clean through the middle. Not kitchen waste. A token. Trade piece. Her jaw hardened. Reeves saw it in her gloved hand. “Now what, witchcraft?” “Drilled bone. Smoothed by use. Not rubbish.” “You’ve got a mugging in a squatters’ den. Don’t decorate it.” Harlow stopped at the alcove wall. On first glance it matched the rest of the station, old brick, old mortar, old neglect. On second glance the lie showed itself. The mortar between the centre bricks sat cleaner than the edges. Dust gathered on the wall in a thin veil everywhere except along a vertical seam where air had licked it away. She held the torch under the gap. A faint current kissed the beam and carried out the same sweet-burnt scent she had caught on the stairs. Not squatters. Not urban explorers. A crowd had stood here, bought and sold whatever moved under London when decent people slept, then vanished through a door no one at the scene had seen. “How many prints?” she said. Reeves looked at the floor. “Lots.” “How many leading away from the body?” He frowned, then followed her line of sight. The answer lay clear once the question did. Prints clustered round the bench, round the clean floor patches, round the wall. Yet from the body to the stairs, only the police lane, the constable’s near mistake, and one set of sharp-heeled marks going up. “One,” Reeves said. “Yes.” “So the killer left alone.” “No. One person left by the stairs. Everyone else used this.” She tapped the wall with her knuckle. Solid at the left edge. Hollow at the seam. Hollow again higher up. Reeves’ face altered by a degree. Scepticism gave ground to irritation, then to the tight look men wore when reality refused to stay in its lane. “There’s no access point on the plans.” “Then the plans are wrong.” “The whole wall?” “No. Door inside a wall.” “You can see that from dust and incense.” “Wax. Bone. foot traffic. shoes too clean for the stair. staged body. blood thrown from the wrong angle. a compass that points here.” She lifted it between them. The needle quivered against the glass, fixed on the seam. “Your mugging just grew teeth.” For the first time since she had arrived, Reeves stopped filling the silence. Harlow motioned to the nearest constables. “Clear the line. No one stands in front of that seam. Get me a pry bar.” A murmur ran through the team. One constable ducked back towards the equipment cases. Another pulled the tape wider. The station seemed to lean in with them. Even the forensic lamps gave the bricks a damp sheen, like skin stretched over something alive. Reeves stepped beside her, lower now, voice stripped of its old sarcasm. “If you open it and find a nest of addicts, I’ll put that in my Christmas card.” “If I open it and find nothing, you can write it in red ink.” The constable returned with the bar. Harlow took it, slid the flat end into the seam near waist height, and pressed. At first the wall resisted. Then something inside clicked. Not mortar cracking. A latch. Every sound on the platform stopped. The seam widened a fraction. Cold air breathed out, sharper now, carrying spice, damp wool, hot metal, and the rank animal note of too many bodies packed close. The compass needle spun so fast it blurred. Reeves lifted a hand. “Quinn.” She heard it too, faint beyond the bricks, the quick clatter of feet and the rattle of glass. Not old echoes. Fresh movement. Harlow drove the bar deeper and heaved. The false brick panel swung inward on hidden hinges. A narrow passage yawned beyond, lantern light bobbing in the dark, and a hooded figure burst through it with a curved knife already rising.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags10
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences59
tagDensity0.169
leniency0.339
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2000
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)
87.50% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2000
totalAiIsms5
found
0
word"traced"
count1
1
word"measured"
count1
2
word"quivered"
count1
3
word"silence"
count1
4
word"echoes"
count1
highlights
0"traced"
1"measured"
2"quivered"
3"silence"
4"echoes"
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
narrationSentences168
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences168
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences218
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen35
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2000
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions9
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions45
wordCount1566
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity1.15
worstName"Reeves"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Harlow"
discoveredNames
Quinn1
Camden1
Harlow17
Reeves18
Limehouse1
Morris2
Museum1
Archives1
Eva1
Kowalski1
London1
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Harlow"
2"Reeves"
3"Morris"
4"Eva"
5"Kowalski"
places
0"Limehouse"
1"London"
globalScore0.925
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences106
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.5
wordCount2000
matches
0"not burnt by flame licking up from below but marked in a band, as if something hot"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences218
matches
0"thrown that arc"
1"shut that door"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs108
mean18.52
std20.93
cv1.13
sampleLengths
016
11
233
32
45
572
612
779
855
98
1011
114
127
135
1411
1569
1613
1763
186
1947
206
215
2293
2316
249
2518
2652
275
288
298
3029
314
325
331
343
3587
3619
373
384
394
4011
411
4228
4312
4440
453
4614
4753
4813
4933
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences168
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs252
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences218
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1398
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"same sweet-burnt scent"
adverbCount35
adverbRatio0.02503576537911302
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.001430615164520744
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences218
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences218
mean9.17
std6.96
cv0.759
sampleLengths
016
11
217
316
42
55
617
74
82
932
1017
114
121
137
1419
1511
1624
174
185
1916
2019
2119
2217
238
2411
254
267
275
285
296
3014
316
326
336
3411
3514
3612
3713
3816
395
403
411
4211
4312
4415
456
4619
4728
486
495
66.67% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats8
diversityRatio0.42201834862385323
totalSentences218
uniqueOpeners92
45.66% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences146
matches
0"Even the forensic lamps gave"
1"Then something inside clicked."
ratio0.014
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount26
totalSentences146
matches
0"He flushed and stepped where"
1"She crouched, leather watch strap"
2"He had the heavy face"
3"His back touched the stained"
4"His chin sagged onto his"
5"His hands rested on his"
6"It had struck from left"
7"She saw dozens of overlapping"
8"Their toes shone."
9"Their soles held no station"
10"She looked up at Reeves."
11"He wore that faint smirk"
12"She held the torch low"
13"She pressed a gloved finger"
14"She pointed with her torch"
15"She shut that door at"
16"He gestured upward."
17"She walked three paces left."
18"She turned her back to"
19"She handed the pass back."
ratio0.178
96.99% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount106
totalSentences146
matches
0"Harlow Quinn caught the constable"
1"The young man froze on"
2"He flushed and stepped where"
3"She crouched, leather watch strap"
4"A narrow sole with a"
5"Someone had turned here."
6"Someone who had not expected"
7"The platform had once sold"
8"The place smelt wrong."
9"Reeves waited beside the body"
10"He had the heavy face"
11"A SOCO photographed the victim’s"
12"Harlow descended the rest of"
13"Reeves huffed through his nose."
14"That counted as amusement from"
15"The victim sat on an"
16"Someone had arranged him with"
17"His back touched the stained"
18"His chin sagged onto his"
19"A dark bloom covered the"
ratio0.726
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount4
totalSentences146
matches
0"Now flaked enamel signs peeled"
1"If his wound had thrown"
2"Whoever had brought him to"
3"If it points wrong, you’re"
ratio0.027
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences64
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"She saw dozens of overlapping prints, boot soles, narrow heels, a child’s trainer, a tiny pointed shoe with a split toe, and wheel ruts from small carts that ha…"
1"The wool around the cuff had browned in a sharp ring, not burnt by flame licking up from below but marked in a band, as if something hot and narrow had clasped …"
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags10
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags7
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences59
tagDensity0.119
leniency0.237
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
95.8049%