Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFHNEQDVF05G5A5BA39BKR4

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Duration:
1m 2s
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$0.001258
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DeepInfra

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller 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="4417" name="Tomás Herrera" aliases="Tommy, Tomás, Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Support"> <eyeColor>warm brown</eyeColor> <hair>short curly dark brown</hair> <height>5'10"</height> <age>29</age> <skinTone>olive skin</skinTone> <scar>scar running along his left forearm from a knife attack</scar> <medallion>Saint Christopher medallion around his neck</medallion> <birthplace>Seville, Spain</birthplace> <description>A former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique.</description> <backstory>Born in Seville, Spain. He moved to London to work for the NHS but lost his license after administering unauthorized treatments to supernatural patients.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> <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> </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 thriller genre. A detective is pursuing a suspect through rain-soaked city streets at night. The chase takes them from the street level down into an underground market. The detective must decide whether to follow the suspect into unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territory. 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 sprinted after the figure, the city’s pulse pounding in her ears The man darted down a side alley, a shadow slipping between garbage bins She vaulted over a loose trash bin, the metal clank echoing off brick A flickering green neon sign loomed above a doorway, its letters spelling The Raven’s Nest The door slammed shut, a heavy oak portal that swung inward with a groan “Thought you could lose me?” the voice called from the darkness Harlow skidded to a halt, hand gripping the strap of her worn leather watch, breath ragged but controlled “Drop the case, Quinn,” the figure hissed, eyes glittering with a cold amusement “Your game ends here,” Harlow snapped, voice tight as a calibrated rifle trigger The suspect laughed, a sharp bark that bounced off the muck‑stained walls He turned, sprinting toward a narrow stairwell that descended into blackness The stairwell was unmarked, only a faint draft hinting at something beneath the street Harlow vaulted down the steps, boots thudding on stone, heart hammering against her ribs A cold draft brushed her neck, carrying the scent of rust and old stone She illuminated the gloom with a handheld torch, its beam catching a glint of polished metal A thin figure emerged from the gloom, a graffiti‑tagged coat clinging to his frame “Tomás,” he shouted over his shoulder, voice muffled by the stairwell’s echo “Tomás?” Harlow barked, recognition flashing across her face, surprise warring with duty “Back off, detective,” the suspect snarled, but a second voice cut through the roar “Don’t be daft,” Tomás Herrera’s tone was steady, tinged with a Spanish lilt, “you’re not the only one after the ledger” He stepped from the shadows, a worn Saint Christopher medallion catching the torchlight “Your license’s been revoked, Tomás,” Harlow said, eyes narrowing, “you’re playing with fire you can’t control” Tomás ignored the barb, sliding a bone token across the damp stone, the clink resonating like a distant bell “Entry granted,” he muttered, turning the token over his palm, “but the market shifts, Quinn. One misstep and you’re lost in the Veil” The suspect’s eyes widened, panic flaring like a sudden flare, “You’ll choke on your own curiosity” He lunged forward, clutching a battered leather satchel, and shoved past both women, disappearing into the darkness beyond the stairwell Harlow hesitated, the torch’s flame wavering, casting jagged shadows that danced like restless spirits She glanced at Tomás, whose stare was steady, his breathing even, “We go in together, or we lose them both” Tomás nodded, the medallion clinking softly, “Lead, Harlow. I’ll keep the door open” The staircase widened, revealing a cavernous space lit by phosphorescent fungi, the air thick with the metallic tang of old iron Stalls lined the walls, each draped in tattered canvas, displaying curiosities that defied ordinary logic: glass jars filled with swirling violet liquid, vials marked with alchemical sigils, trinkets that pulsed with faint inner light The noise was a cacophony of whispers, haggling, and the distant clatter of unseen mechanisms, a symphony of secrecy Harlow’s boots echoed on the uneven stone floor, each step stirring clouds of dust that rose like ghostly spectres She scanned the crowd, eyes locking on a vendor whose wares included a set of silver‑filigreed daggers, their blades humming faintly “Quinn,” a voice hissed from a nearby stall, “you’re out of your depth” She turned, spotting a woman with hair dyed midnight blue, eyes twin coals of malice, “Detective, you’re out of your depth” she replied, voice dripping with contempt The rival’s fingers twitched toward a concealed blade, “You think you can stand against the tide?” Harlow’s jaw clenched, she felt the weight of her service, the memory of DS Morris’ sudden death resurfacing like a phantom alarm, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the present threat She stepped forward, torch held steady, “I don’t think,” she said, “I act” The rival laughed, a sound that seemed to vibrate the very air, “Bold for a badge‑holder” Before Harlow could respond, Tomás shouted, “Now!” and thrust the bone token forward, the metal humming as if recognizing an ancient rhythm The tunnel walls shivered, a section of stone sliding aside to reveal a hidden passage, the entrance framed by an ancient wooden door etched with runes that glowed faintly blue The passage opened onto a vast underground cavern, its ceiling supported by stone columns draped in ivy that seemed to breathe, the floor littered with scattered parchments and broken glass vials At the centre stood a massive crystal sphere, its surface swirling with liquid shadows that reflected countless unseen faces The suspect stood before it, clutching a small wooden box, “You’re too late,” he snarled, slamming the box onto the ground The box burst open, scattering shards of obsidian that spun upward, forming a vortex that sucked at the air Harlow felt the pull, a vortex of gravity threatening to yank her forward, but she planted her feet, muscles tensing, ready to resist Tomás shouted a warning, “Don’t let it take you!” his voice barely audible over the vortex’s hum She lunged, grabbing the suspect’s wrist, the two of them locked in a struggle against the unseen force, muscles straining, sweat soaking their clothes The suspect’s grip slipped, and he was flung backward, landing hard on the stone floor, the breath knocked out of him He rolled, skidding across the slick floor, crashing into a stack of crates marked with alchemical symbols, each click echoing like a death knell The crates toppled, sending a cascade of strange artifacts scattering, one of them—a weathered leather notebook—slid to Harlow’s feet, pages fluttering open, revealing a hastily scrawled list of names, including Morris’ Harlow’s fingers brushed the ink, the letters forming a name she recognized, “Morris,” she whispered, a whisper that sounded louder than any shout Tomás knelt beside her, eyes scanning the list, “He was marked for extraction,” he said, voice low, “They wanted his knowledge, his connection to the old rites” A sudden clang reverberated through the cavern as a massive iron door slammed shut at the far end, sealing the entrance, the sound resonating like a tombstone The suspect scrambled to his feet, his breathing ragged, “You think you’ve won?” he spat, eyes scanning the surroundings, “This place will swallow you whole, Quinn” Harlow stepped closer, torch blazing brighter, “We’ll see who swallows what” she declared, voice cutting through the cavern like a knife The suspect raised a hand, palm facing her, a faint glow emanating from his fingertips, “You’ll regret this,” he hissed, the glow intensifying, crackling like static Tomás lunged, pulling a thin rope from his coat, looping it around the suspect’s ankle, pulling with a swift jerky motion The rope snapped tight, the suspect’s foot caught, sending him sprawling onto a pile of broken glass, shards scattering like stars across the floor “Enough,” Harlow said, stepping forward, torch held high, “the game ends now” She reached for the satchel, pulling it open, revealing a hidden cache of papers, each stamped with a crest she recognized from the case files back at the precinct, the crest of a defunct police unit, the very one that had vanished without a trace three years ago The suspect’s eyes widened, a flash of fear crossing his features, “You… you’ve been looking for this all along” Harlow stared at the papers, the realization sinking in like a cold blade, “I’ve been looking for you, Morris’ truth, the truth they tried to bury” Tomás placed a hand on her shoulder, “We have what we need, but the market will close soon, the doors will seal, the city will think we’ve vanished” A low rumble shook the cavern as the stone walls began to shift, ancient mechanisms grinding, gears turning, ancient magic stirring awake The entrance to The Veil Market trembled, the hidden doorway grinding open, revealing a sliver of emerald light beyond, promising escape or deeper descent Harlow glanced at the shimmering light, then back at the suspect, whose eyes now glowed with a dangerous fire, “One last chance,” she said, voice low, “to walk away” The suspect stared at her, then at the papers, then at the closing doorway, his lips forming a silent vow, “You’ll regret this, Quinn” He lunged forward, the vortex pulling at his boots, but Harlow grabbed his arm, yanking him toward the light, together they sprinted toward the opening, the cavern collapsing behind them, dust and darkness swallowing the ancient market with a roar that echoed like a dying heart
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags19
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences19
tagDensity1
leniency1
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
89.43% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1419
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"softly"
count1
1
adverb"very"
count2
highlights
0"softly"
1"very"
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
1.34% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1419
totalAiIsms28
found
0
word"pulse"
count1
1
word"pounding"
count1
2
word"echoing"
count2
3
word"loomed"
count1
4
word"calibrated"
count1
5
word"gloom"
count2
6
word"glint"
count1
7
word"echo"
count1
8
word"tinged"
count1
9
word"lilt"
count1
10
word"wavering"
count1
11
word"pulsed"
count1
12
word"cacophony"
count1
13
word"symphony"
count1
14
word"echoed"
count2
15
word"scanned"
count1
16
word"jaw clenched"
count1
17
word"weight"
count1
18
word"etched"
count1
19
word"crystal"
count1
20
word"whisper"
count1
21
word"scanning"
count2
22
word"reverberated"
count1
23
word"trembled"
count1
highlights
0"pulse"
1"pounding"
2"echoing"
3"loomed"
4"calibrated"
5"gloom"
6"glint"
7"echo"
8"tinged"
9"lilt"
10"wavering"
11"pulsed"
12"cacophony"
13"symphony"
14"echoed"
15"scanned"
16"jaw clenched"
17"weight"
18"etched"
19"crystal"
20"whisper"
21"scanning"
22"reverberated"
23"trembled"
33.33% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches4
maxInWindow3
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count2
1
label"jaw/fists clenched"
count1
2
label"flicker of emotion"
count1
highlights
0"eyes widened"
1"jaw clenched"
2"a flash of fear"
83.33% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences20
matches
0"g with contempt"
0.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences20
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"began to"
0.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences20
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount1
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen284
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1417
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions11
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
73.92% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions37
wordCount1183
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity1.52
worstName"Harlow"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Harlow"
discoveredNames
Quinn1
Raven1
Nest1
Harlow18
Tomás9
Herrera1
Spanish1
Saint1
Christopher1
Stalls1
Veil1
Market1
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Raven"
2"Harlow"
3"Tomás"
4"Herrera"
5"Saint"
6"Christopher"
7"Stalls"
8"Market"
places
0"Veil"
globalScore0.739
windowScore0.833
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences20
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"sound that seemed to vibrate the very air"
1"as if recognizing an ancient rhythm The tunnel walls shivered, a section of stone sliding aside to reveal a hidden passage, the entrance framed by an ancient wooden door etched with runes that glowed faintly blue The passage opened onto a vast underground cavern, its ceiling supported by stone columns draped in ivy that seemed to breathe, the floor littered with scattered parchments and broken glass vials At the centre stood a massive crystal sphere, its surface swirling with liquid shadows that reflected countless unseen faces The suspect stood before it, clutching a small wooden box, he snarled, slamming the box onto the ground The box burst open, scattering shards of obsidian that spun upward, forming a vortex that sucked at the air Harlow felt the pull, a vortex of gravity threatening to yank her forward, but she planted her feet, muscles tensing, ready to resist Tomás shouted a warning, his voice barely audible over the vortex’s hum She lunged, grabbing the suspect’s wrist, the two of them locked in a struggle against the unseen force, muscles straining, sweat soaking their clothes The suspect’s grip slipped, and he was flung backward, landing hard on the stone floor, the breath knocked out of him He rolled, skidding across the slick floor, crashing into a stack of crates marked with alchemical symbols, each click echoing like a death knell The crates toppled, sending a cascade of strange artifacts scattering, one of them—a weathered leather notebook—slid to Harlow’s feet, pages fluttering open, revealing a hastily scrawled list of names, including"
2"ivy that seemed to breathe, the floor littered with scattered parchments and broken glass vials At the centre stood a massive crystal sphere, its surface swirling with liquid shadows that reflected countless unseen faces The suspect stood before it, clutching a small wooden box, he snarled, slamming the box onto the ground The box burst open, scattering shards of obsidian that spun upward, forming a vortex that sucked at the air Harlow felt the pull, a vortex of gravity threatening to yank her forward, but she planted her feet, muscles tensing, ready to resist Tomás shouted a warning, his voice barely audible over the vortex’s hum She lunged, grabbing the suspect’s wrist, the two of them locked in a struggle against the unseen force, muscles straining, sweat soaking their clothes The suspect’s grip slipped, and he was flung backward, landing hard on the stone floor, the breath knocked out of him He rolled, skidding across the slick floor, crashing into a stack of crates marked with alchemical symbols, each click echoing like a death knell The crates toppled, sending a cascade of strange artifacts scattering, one of them—a weathered leather notebook—slid to Harlow’s feet, pages fluttering open, revealing a hastily scrawled list of names, including"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1417
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences20
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs1
mean0
std0
cv0
sampleLengths
01417
70.18% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences20
matches
0"was unmarked"
1"was flung"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs238
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount2
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences1
totalSentences20
ratio0.05
matches
0"Before Harlow could respond, Tomás shouted, “Now!” and thrust the bone token forward, the metal humming as if recognizing an ancient rhythm The tunnel walls shivered, a section of stone sliding aside to reveal a hidden passage, the entrance framed by an ancient wooden door etched with runes that glowed faintly blue The passage opened onto a vast underground cavern, its ceiling supported by stone columns draped in ivy that seemed to breathe, the floor littered with scattered parchments and broken glass vials At the centre stood a massive crystal sphere, its surface swirling with liquid shadows that reflected countless unseen faces The suspect stood before it, clutching a small wooden box, “You’re too late,” he snarled, slamming the box onto the ground The box burst open, scattering shards of obsidian that spun upward, forming a vortex that sucked at the air Harlow felt the pull, a vortex of gravity threatening to yank her forward, but she planted her feet, muscles tensing, ready to resist Tomás shouted a warning, “Don’t let it take you!” his voice barely audible over the vortex’s hum She lunged, grabbing the suspect’s wrist, the two of them locked in a struggle against the unseen force, muscles straining, sweat soaking their clothes The suspect’s grip slipped, and he was flung backward, landing hard on the stone floor, the breath knocked out of him He rolled, skidding across the slick floor, crashing into a stack of crates marked with alchemical symbols, each click echoing like a death knell The crates toppled, sending a cascade of strange artifacts scattering, one of them—a weathered leather notebook—slid to Harlow’s feet, pages fluttering open, revealing a hastily scrawled list of names, including Morris’"
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount700
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount14
adverbRatio0.02
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.005714285714285714
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences20
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences20
mean70.85
std74.98
cv1.058
sampleLengths
0277
129
242
316
454
513
6127
743
845
916
10282
1150
1253
13104
1467
1526
1628
1775
1824
1946
58.33% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats0
diversityRatio0.35
totalSentences20
uniqueOpeners7
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences20
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount5
totalSentences20
matches
0"He stepped from the shadows,"
1"He lunged forward, clutching a"
2"She turned, spotting a woman"
3"She reached for the satchel,"
4"He lunged forward, the vortex"
ratio0.25
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount19
totalSentences20
matches
0"Harlow Quinn sprinted after the"
1"He stepped from the shadows,"
2"Tomás ignored the barb, sliding"
3"The suspect’s eyes widened, panic"
4"He lunged forward, clutching a"
5"Tomás nodded, the medallion clinking"
6"The staircase widened, revealing a"
7"She turned, spotting a woman"
8"Harlow’s jaw clenched, she felt"
9"The rival laughed, a sound"
10"Harlow’s fingers brushed the ink,"
11"A sudden clang reverberated through"
12"Harlow stepped closer, torch blazing"
13"She reached for the satchel,"
14"Harlow stared at the papers,"
15"Tomás placed a hand on"
16"A low rumble shook the"
17"The suspect stared at her,"
18"He lunged forward, the vortex"
ratio0.95
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences20
matches
0"Before Harlow could respond, Tomás"
ratio0.05
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences1
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"He lunged forward, the vortex pulling at his boots, but Harlow grabbed his arm, yanking him toward the light, together they sprinted toward the opening, the cav…"
19.74% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags19
uselessAdditionCount4
matches
0"Tomás nodded, the medallion clinking softly,"
1"Harlow’s fingers brushed, the letters forming a name she recognized,"
2"Harlow stepped, torch blazing brighter,"
3"Harlow stared, the realization sinking in like a cold blade,"
44.74% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags2
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"The rival laughed (laugh)"
1"Harlow could (could)"
dialogueSentences19
tagDensity0.105
leniency0.211
rawRatio1
effectiveRatio0.211
62.4780%