Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHYRKWK06RZ69PB3WPJ3T3A

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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>
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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

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The suspect's coat flapped like a wounded crow as he bolted down the narrow Soho alley. Harlow Quinn pounded after him, boots slapping through puddles that soaked her socks within seconds. She kept her breath steady, years of pursuit training kicking in. "Stop! Police!" she shouted, the words cutting through the downpour. He didn't slow. Tomás Herrera, the off-the-books medic everyone whispered about. The one with the Saint Christopher medallion glinting under streetlights. She had spotted that medallion swinging as he ducked out of the Raven's Nest half an hour ago. Now she chased him for answers about her partner's death. Herrera cut left onto Old Compton Street. His curly hair plastered flat against his skull. Quinn's lungs burned but she gained ground, her military stride eating the distance between them. The green neon sign of the Raven's Nest flickered behind her like a dying beacon. He veered suddenly toward Camden, legs pumping harder. Quinn followed without hesitation, her leather watch heavy on her wrist as she pumped her arms. Rain lashed her face, blurring the edges of buildings and street lamps into watery smears. "Why run if you've nothing to hide?" she called out, voice raw. Herrera glanced back, warm brown eyes wide with something like fear. Or calculation. He said nothing, just pushed harder toward the abandoned tube entrance half-hidden behind scaffolding. Quinn's mind raced. This wasn't standard procedure. No backup. No warrant. Just her and a man who treated wounds that shouldn't exist. Wounds like the ones Morris had when they found him three years ago, torn in ways no knife or bullet could manage. The suspect disappeared down a set of concrete steps slick with rain. Quinn reached the top and paused for half a second. The darkness below swallowed all light. A faint glow pulsed from deeper within, unnatural and green. She descended. The air changed immediately, thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic. Her shoes squelched on the last step. Ahead, Herrera's silhouette wove through rusted turnstiles, heading deeper into what should have been a disused station. "Last chance, Herrera," she warned, drawing her baton but keeping her firearm holstered. Rules still mattered, even if the world didn't seem to follow them anymore. A low chuckle echoed from somewhere ahead. Not Herrera's voice. Multiple voices. Quinn tightened her grip on the baton and pressed on. The tunnel opened into a cavernous space where the old platform had been. Stalls lined both sides where tracks once ran. Strange lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting shifting light that made shadows dance like living things. Merchants with too-sharp smiles peddled wares that glowed and whispered. The Veil Market. Quinn had heard rumours during her eighteen years on the force. Whispers from informants who always clammed up when pressed. Now she stood in the middle of it, rain still dripping from her closely cropped hair. Herrera had slowed. He stood near a stall selling what looked like jars of moving liquid. His scar stood out stark against his olive skin as he turned to face her, chest heaving. "You shouldn't be here, Detective Quinn." She advanced, scanning the crowd. Faces turned toward them. Some human. Some... not. A woman with eyes too large for her face smiled, revealing teeth like needles. "Neither should you," Quinn replied. "Not if you're treating patients with injuries that break every law of nature." Herrera's hand went instinctively to the medallion around his neck. His fingers traced the saint's image, a habit born of Seville childhood and London nightmares. "My patients are none of your concern." "Morris was my concern." The words came out sharper than intended. Quinn stepped closer, the crowd parting around them like oil around water. "Three years ago. That case you were involved in. The one with symbols that burned when you touched them." Herrera's warm brown eyes flickered with recognition. For a moment, the paramedic facade cracked, revealing the man beneath who had lost his NHS license for saving things that shouldn't breathe. "That wasn't my doing. I only patched what I could." "Patched?" Quinn's laugh held no humour. "He had marks on his body that looked like they'd been written by something with too many joints. You were there that night. Witnesses placed you at the scene." The market's sounds pressed in around them. Haggling over bone tokens. The sizzle of something cooking that definitely wasn't meat. A child no taller than her knee offered her what looked like a map drawn on human skin. Herrera backed toward a narrow passage between stalls, his movements careful now. No longer running, but not surrendering either. "You chase shadows, Detective. Some doors stay closed for a reason." Quinn followed, her sharp jaw set in determination. The crowd thickened behind her, cutting off her retreat. She felt eyes on her back, measuring her. A Metropolitan Police detective in their midst. Fresh meat. "Tell me what really happened to Morris," she demanded. "Or I'll drag you out of here in cuffs. Market or no market." A merchant nearby, his skin mottled like old parchment, laughed softly. "Cuffs won't hold what walks these tunnels after midnight, little copper." Herrera shot the man a warning glance before turning back to Quinn. His Spanish accent thickened with stress, rolling his r's like distant thunder. "You think this is about one dead detective? This runs deeper than your little files and evidence bags." He gestured to the market around them. Jars containing eyes that followed their movements. Books bound in materials that still had pulse. A stall displaying weapons that hummed with malevolent energy. "Morris found something he shouldn't have. Something that looks for people who ask the wrong questions." Quinn's grip tightened on her baton until her knuckles whitened. The rain from above had stopped but water still dripped from the tunnel ceiling in steady plinks that matched her racing pulse. "What did he find?" Herrera hesitated. His scar seemed to itch. He scratched at it absently, a tell she filed away for later. "A name. One that shouldn't be spoken here." He glanced around, noting how the crowd had formed a loose circle around them. "The clique doesn't forgive curiosity." "The clique," Quinn repeated. She had heard that term before. In connection with disappearances. With bodies found drained in ways that defied medical explanation. Herrera's face hardened. "You don't understand the rules down here. Information has a price. Blood or bone or memory. Pick one." Quinn weighed her options. The exit lay somewhere behind her, blocked by bodies that shifted too fluidly. Ahead, Herrera stood as both suspect and potential source. Her partner's face flashed in her mind, eyes vacant in the morgue photos. "I'll pay your price," she said, surprising even herself. "But you tell me everything." The market seemed to hold its breath. Lanterns flickered in unison as if the very air listened. Herrera studied her for a long moment, his curly hair drying into familiar dark waves. The Saint Christopher medallion caught the strange light, seeming almost to glow. "Not here," he finally said, voice low. "Too many ears. Follow me to the back rooms. But Detective? Leave your badge at the door. It won't protect you from what waits there." He turned toward a bookshelf against the far wall, the kind that looked too ordinary for this place. Quinn followed, every sense screaming danger. The crowd closed in behind her, their whispers rising like a tide. As Herrera reached for a particular book on the top shelf, something shifted in the air. A pressure change. The lanterns dimmed. Quinn's hand moved instinctively toward her sidearm despite regulations. "What's happening?" Herrera's fingers froze on the book's spine. His scar stood out livid against suddenly pale skin. "Someone followed you," he whispered. "Or me. Either way, we're made." The bookshelf swung open, revealing a hidden chamber beyond. But before they could step through, a figure emerged from the shadows near the entrance. Tall. Hooded. Moving with purpose that made Quinn's military-trained instincts flare. "Inside. Now," Herrera urged, grabbing her arm with surprising strength. They tumbled through the opening as the bookshelf slammed shut behind them. The secret room smelled of old paper and something sharper, like ozone after lightning. Quinn shook off his grip, spinning to face the closed door. "What was that thing?" Herrera already moved deeper into the room, lighting candles with matches that struck blue. The flickering light revealed walls covered in maps similar to those in the Raven's Nest above, but these showed streets that didn't exist on any official London guide. "That was a collector," he said, voice tight. "They gather debts. And it seems one of us owes." Quinn holstered her baton but kept her stance ready. The room felt smaller than it should, the air thicker. "Who sent it? The clique?" Herrera didn't answer immediately. Instead he pulled a small vial from his pocket, the liquid inside swirling with silver threads. He offered it to her. "Drink this. It will hide your scent for a few hours." She eyed the vial suspiciously. "And if I refuse?" "Then we both die down here." His warm brown eyes met hers without flinching. "Morris refused help once. Look where that got him." Quinn took the vial. The glass felt cold against her palm. Outside, she heard scratching against the bookshelf door. Slow. Deliberate. She uncorked it. The liquid smelled like rain on hot pavement and secrets. "Bottoms up, Herrera. But this doesn't make us friends." He nodded, already preparing another vial for himself. "Friends die in this business. Allies survive." As Quinn raised the vial to her lips, the scratching grew louder. The bookshelf creaked on its hinges. Something with too many fingers tested the wood. The liquid burned going down, spreading fire through her veins that settled into a strange coolness. Her senses sharpened. She could smell Herrera's fear now, sharp and acrid beneath his carefully maintained calm. "What does the clique really want?" she asked, voice steadier than she felt. Herrera corked his own empty vial and met her gaze across the small room. His scar seemed to pulse in the candlelight. "Same thing as you, Detective. The truth about what killed your partner." He paused, listening to the thing scrabbling at the door. "Only they already know it. And they're making sure no one else finds out." The bookshelf shuddered. A single book tumbled from the top shelf, pages fluttering like broken wings. Quinn drew her weapon this time. Regulations be damned. The door began to open.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags17
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"He glanced around [around]"
1"he finally said [finally]"
dialogueSentences44
tagDensity0.386
leniency0.773
rawRatio0.118
effectiveRatio0.091
80.07% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1756
totalAiIsmAdverbs7
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count2
1
adverb"really"
count2
2
adverb"softly"
count1
3
adverb"very"
count1
4
adverb"carefully"
count1
highlights
0"suddenly"
1"really"
2"softly"
3"very"
4"carefully"
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)
40.21% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1756
totalAiIsms21
found
0
word"glinting"
count1
1
word"flickered"
count3
2
word"beacon"
count1
3
word"pumping"
count1
4
word"raced"
count1
5
word"standard"
count1
6
word"pulsed"
count1
7
word"echoed"
count1
8
word"dance"
count1
9
word"stark"
count1
10
word"scanning"
count1
11
word"traced"
count1
12
word"facade"
count1
13
word"pulse"
count3
14
word"racing"
count1
15
word"potential"
count1
16
word"familiar"
count1
highlights
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3"pumping"
4"raced"
5"standard"
6"pulsed"
7"echoed"
8"dance"
9"stark"
10"scanning"
11"traced"
12"facade"
13"pulse"
14"racing"
15"potential"
16"familiar"
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
emotionTells1
narrationSentences157
matches
0"t in determination"
88.26% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount5
narrationSentences157
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seem to"
1"seemed to"
2"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences184
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen29
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1756
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions19
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
67.21% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions69
wordCount1389
uniqueNames20
maxNameDensity1.66
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Soho1
Quinn23
Herrera21
Saint2
Christopher2
Raven3
Nest3
Old1
Compton1
Street1
Camden1
Morris1
Rules1
Veil1
Market1
Seville1
London2
Metropolitan1
Police1
Spanish1
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Herrera"
2"Saint"
3"Christopher"
4"Raven"
5"Nest"
6"Morris"
7"Rules"
places
0"Soho"
1"Old"
2"Compton"
3"Street"
4"Camden"
5"Seville"
6"London"
globalScore0.672
windowScore0.833
59.09% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences110
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"something like fear"
1"looked like jars of moving liquid"
2"looked like a map drawn on human skin"
3"smelled like rain on hot pavement and secr"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1756
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences184
matches
0"spotted that medallion"
1"heard that term"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs75
mean23.41
std11.83
cv0.505
sampleLengths
042
110
249
345
439
512
627
744
838
92
1038
1126
1222
1347
143
1536
1633
176
1827
1918
2025
217
2242
2330
2410
2535
2638
2719
2811
2934
3022
3122
3224
3318
3431
3516
3632
374
3819
3927
4024
4121
4239
4314
4417
4527
4632
4736
4822
4911
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences157
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
totalSentences184
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1394
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount50
adverbRatio0.035868005738880916
lyAdverbCount16
lyAdverbRatio0.011477761836441894
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences184
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences184
mean9.54
std5.46
cv0.572
sampleLengths
016
115
211
310
43
58
610
718
810
97
108
1115
1215
138
1416
1515
1612
1711
182
1914
203
214
222
232
2411
2522
2612
2710
286
2910
302
3114
327
3317
3413
3513
367
373
382
3910
4013
418
4216
4310
443
4511
469
4716
483
4913
63.59% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats3
diversityRatio0.391304347826087
totalSentences184
uniqueOpeners72
71.94% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences139
matches
0"Just her and a man"
1"No longer running, but not"
2"Instead he pulled a small"
ratio0.022
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount38
totalSentences139
matches
0"She kept her breath steady,"
1"she shouted, the words cutting"
2"He didn't slow."
3"She had spotted that medallion"
4"His curly hair plastered flat"
5"He veered suddenly toward Camden,"
6"she called out, voice raw"
7"He said nothing, just pushed"
8"Her shoes squelched on the"
9"she warned, drawing her baton"
10"He stood near a stall"
11"His scar stood out stark"
12"She advanced, scanning the crowd."
13"His fingers traced the saint's"
14"She felt eyes on her"
15"His Spanish accent thickened with"
16"He gestured to the market"
17"His scar seemed to itch."
18"He scratched at it absently,"
19"He glanced around, noting how"
ratio0.273
28.35% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount120
totalSentences139
matches
0"The suspect's coat flapped like"
1"Harlow Quinn pounded after him,"
2"She kept her breath steady,"
3"she shouted, the words cutting"
4"He didn't slow."
5"Tomás Herrera, the off-the-books medic"
6"The one with the Saint"
7"She had spotted that medallion"
8"Herrera cut left onto Old"
9"His curly hair plastered flat"
10"Quinn's lungs burned but she"
11"The green neon sign of"
12"He veered suddenly toward Camden,"
13"Quinn followed without hesitation, her"
14"Rain lashed her face, blurring"
15"she called out, voice raw"
16"Herrera glanced back, warm brown"
17"He said nothing, just pushed"
18"Quinn's mind raced."
19"This wasn't standard procedure."
ratio0.863
71.94% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences139
matches
0"Now she chased him for"
1"Now she stood in the"
ratio0.014
67.10% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences66
technicalSentenceCount7
matches
0"Harlow Quinn pounded after him, boots slapping through puddles that soaked her socks within seconds."
1"Merchants with too-sharp smiles peddled wares that glowed and whispered."
2"For a moment, the paramedic facade cracked, revealing the man beneath who had lost his NHS license for saving things that shouldn't breathe."
3"He turned toward a bookshelf against the far wall, the kind that looked too ordinary for this place."
4"Moving with purpose that made Quinn's military-trained instincts flare."
5"The flickering light revealed walls covered in maps similar to those in the Raven's Nest above, but these showed streets that didn't exist on any official Londo…"
6"The liquid burned going down, spreading fire through her veins that settled into a strange coolness."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags17
uselessAdditionCount5
matches
0"she shouted, the words cutting through the downpour"
1"she called out, voice raw"
2"he finally said, voice low"
3"he said, voice tight"
4"she asked, voice steadier than she felt"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags12
fancyCount7
fancyTags
0"she shouted (shout)"
1"she called out (call out)"
2"she warned (warn)"
3"she demanded (demand)"
4"Quinn repeated (repeat)"
5"he whispered (whisper)"
6"Herrera urged (urge)"
dialogueSentences44
tagDensity0.273
leniency0.545
rawRatio0.583
effectiveRatio0.318
81.2583%