Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHZ8MSZSR6Q4C1VR4G5A6C1

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Duration:
35.0s
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xAI

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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>
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
Quinn's boots hammered the pavement as the hooded suspect bolted ahead. She narrowed the gap with each stride, shoulders set in the way her instructors once praised during drills. The man glanced back, his face a pale slash in the gloom, and veered sharply into a service alley behind the row of closed Camden shops. "Police! Stop right there!" Her shout bounced off brick walls. He kept running, coat flapping like broken wings. Quinn followed, muscles burning from the long pursuit that had started three streets earlier when she had spotted him slipping out of a side door near the Raven's Nest. The same man whose photograph sat in her case file linked to three unsolved assaults. The same man who had been seen near the spot where Morris bled out three years ago. He kicked a metal bin into her path. It clattered and rolled. She vaulted it cleanly, landing with military precision. The scar on his forearm showed briefly as he scrambled over a low wall; she noted it the way she catalogued every detail that might matter in court. Or in the dark places where courts never reached. "Whatever you're carrying, it ends tonight," she called. "Walk away while you still can, Detective." His voice came ragged between gasps. The words carried an accent she could not quite place, sharp edges worn smooth by years in London. "Some debts don't get paid in cells." She said nothing. Talking wasted breath. Instead she pushed harder, the worn leather watch on her left wrist sliding against sweat-slick skin. They burst from the alley into a wider thoroughfare lined with shuttered market stalls. A lone street cleaner looked up, startled, then stepped aside as if he had seen such chases before. The suspect's hand dipped into his pocket. He produced something small, clutched it tight. Quinn's eyes locked on that hand. Whatever he carried had left residue at her last crime scene, an oily black powder that defied forensic analysis. Morris had died reaching for similar dust. Camden Tube station loomed ahead, the abandoned entrance cordoned by rusting barriers no one officially maintained. The suspect sprinted straight for it. Quinn's pulse quickened. This stretch of the Underground had been sealed for decades. Yet he moved as though expected. He reached the shadowed alcove beside the old ticket hall. A broad-shouldered guard materialised from a recessed doorway, arms folded across a chest wide enough to block the passage. The suspect slowed, breathing hard, and held up a small carved bone. Yellowed. Etched with grooves that caught what little light existed and seemed to swallow it. The guard examined the token, grunted once, and pressed his palm against a section of tiled wall. The surface groaned open, revealing concrete steps descending into warm, thick air. The suspect slipped through without another word. Quinn arrived seconds later. The wall had already begun to slide shut. She slammed her shoulder against it, but the mechanism held firm. The guard turned his attention to her, eyes flat and unimpressed. "Metropolitan Police," she stated, badge already in hand. "That man is wanted for questioning in multiple felonies. Open the door." "Bone token required." The guard's voice rumbled like gravel under tyres. "Rules are rules, even for you lot." Quinn stared at the closing gap. Through it she glimpsed flickering lights and movement below, the muffled sound of many voices engaged in hurried trade. The air that escaped carried a scent that made her nostrils flare: incense layered over something metallic and warm. Copper, recent. Her mind flashed to the file on Morris. No body recovered. Only that same metallic smell at the scene and witnesses who swore they saw him dragged into a wall that wasn't there. She had dismissed the reports as trauma-induced nonsense. Now the same wrongness pressed against her skin. The guard shifted his weight, clearly waiting for her to leave. Quinn scanned the ground. A second bone token lay half-hidden beside a discarded crate, dropped perhaps in haste by another visitor. She crouched, snatched it up. The carving felt unnaturally cold against her palm. The guard's eyebrows rose a fraction. "That won't buy you protection down there." "I don't need protection." She thrust the token toward him. "I need answers." He studied her for a long moment, then shrugged and activated the mechanism again. The wall opened. Quinn descended before second thoughts could catch her. The stairs curved sharply. Each step took her further from the world she understood. The temperature rose. Murmurs grew louder, layered with the clink of glass and the rustle of heavy fabric. She emerged onto what had once been a platform, now transformed. Stalls stretched along the old tracks in both directions. Lanterns hung from iron beams, their light unsteady and tinted with colours that hurt to follow for long. Vendors displayed their wares openly: small glass vials containing liquids that moved against gravity, bundles of dried herbs that released tiny sparks when touched, maps drawn on parchment that rearranged their own streets while buyers watched. Quinn kept moving. Her training demanded she catalogue everything, yet her senses struggled to process the whole. A woman with unusually long fingers haggled over a silver pendant that bled soft light between her knuckles. Two men in expensive coats exchanged a leather pouch that emitted a low, rhythmic clicking sound. None of it matched any known criminal enterprise in her database, and that realisation settled cold in her stomach. The suspect's hooded head appeared briefly near a stall at the far end. He pushed through a cluster of buyers, heading toward a makeshift medical station where a man with short curly dark brown hair worked under a brighter lamp. The medic's olive-skinned hands moved with practised efficiency over another patient's bleeding forearm. A Saint Christopher medallion swung from his neck as he reached for fresh bandages. "Tommy," the suspect hissed. "She's behind me. The detective. She saw the artefact." Tomás Herrera did not look up immediately. His warm brown eyes stayed focused on his work, but his jaw tightened. The scar along his left forearm flexed as he tied a knot. "How close?" "Too close." Quinn accelerated, weaving between stalls. A vendor selling what looked like fresh bone tokens startled and knocked over his tray. Small carved pieces scattered across the platform floor. She ignored them and closed the remaining distance. "Hands where I can see them," she ordered. Tomás finally lifted his gaze. His expression carried neither fear nor deference, only a tired wariness that suggested he had dealt with police before. "This is a medical tent, Detective Quinn. You have no jurisdiction here." "I have jurisdiction wherever serious crimes occur." She kept her attention split between the suspect, now half-hidden behind a stack of crates, and the medic who clearly held sway in this place. "That man is wanted in connection with the death of a police officer three years ago. Step aside." The suspect edged further back. His hand hovered near his pocket again. Tomás wiped his hands on a cloth, slow and deliberate, then positioned himself more firmly between Quinn and his patient. "DS Morris, was it?" Tomás asked quietly. "Tragic business. But digging up old graves in the Veil Market tends to wake what should stay buried." The name struck her like a slap. No public report had ever released Morris's full details. Yet this off-books paramedic spoke it as though reading from her own notebook. "How do you know that name?" Tomás offered a thin smile that did not reach his eyes. "London is smaller than it looks to those who move beneath it. Some wounds don't heal with stitches. Some require different medicine entirely." The suspect chose that moment to run again, bolting toward a narrow service tunnel at the platform's end. Quinn shoved past Tomás, ignoring the medic's warning shout. The tunnel swallowed the fugitive's footsteps. She followed, drawing her baton now. The walls here were lined with old maps pinned under glass, yet the ink on them moved, streets realigning themselves as she passed. Her breaths echoed. The salt-and-pepper hair at her temples clung damply. Ahead, the tunnel ended in a circular chamber that had once been a junction point. The suspect stood trapped against a bricked-up archway, chest heaving. He pulled a small obsidian blade from his coat. "Stay back," he warned. "You don't understand what you're interrupting." "Drop the weapon." Quinn advanced steadily, baton raised. "Whatever story you tell me down here can still help you upstairs." Behind her, running footsteps approached. Tomás and two others from the market emerged into the chamber. The medic's medallion caught the dim light and flashed. "Enough," Tomás said. "She followed the token. That makes her part of this now whether we like it or not." The suspect's eyes darted between them. His fingers tightened on the blade until his knuckles showed white. Then, in one desperate motion, he slammed the artefact he carried against the floor. Glass shattered. Black powder erupted upward in a column that refused to obey gravity, spreading instead like ink in water. Quinn raised an arm to shield her face. The powder burned where it touched skin. When she lowered her arm again, the chamber had changed. The walls breathed. Tiny symbols carved into the bricks glowed with soft violet light. And in the centre of the swirling dust, a face formed for the briefest moment. Morris. Eyes wide with the same fear she had seen in her nightmares for three years. "What the hell is this?" The words left her before she could stop them. Tomás stepped closer, voice low. "This is what your partner found. This is what got him taken. And now you've opened the same door, Detective." The powder coalesced into shapes that moved with purpose. One of them reached toward Quinn with fingers made of smoke and memory. She swung her baton through it, meeting no resistance. The shape simply reformed, closer this time. The suspect laughed, a broken sound. "Too late to walk away now." Quinn tightened her grip on the baton. The market's secrets pressed in from all sides, and for the first time in eighteen years of service she understood that the rules she lived by had just become irrelevant. The figures in the dust multiplied, whispering her partner's name. Tomás reached out as if to pull her back, but the chamber floor had already begun to shift beneath their feet, tiles sliding apart to reveal something vast and hungry moving beneath.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
12.50% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags12
adverbTagCount3
adverbTags
0"The guard's voice rumbled like [like]"
1"Tomás asked quietly [quietly]"
2"Quinn advanced steadily [steadily]"
dialogueSentences32
tagDensity0.375
leniency0.75
rawRatio0.25
effectiveRatio0.188
94.29% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1752
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"sharply"
count2
highlights
0"sharply"
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)
57.19% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1752
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"gloom"
count1
1
word"loomed"
count1
2
word"pulse"
count1
3
word"quickened"
count1
4
word"etched"
count1
5
word"weight"
count1
6
word"scanned"
count1
7
word"rhythmic"
count1
8
word"database"
count1
9
word"stomach"
count1
10
word"firmly"
count1
11
word"footsteps"
count2
12
word"echoed"
count1
13
word"shattered"
count1
highlights
0"gloom"
1"loomed"
2"pulse"
3"quickened"
4"etched"
5"weight"
6"scanned"
7"rhythmic"
8"database"
9"stomach"
10"firmly"
11"footsteps"
12"echoed"
13"shattered"
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
narrationSentences141
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences141
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)
analyzedSentences160
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen36
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1752
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions11
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions41
wordCount1510
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity1.06
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Tomás"
discoveredNames
Camden2
Raven1
Nest1
Morris5
London1
Tube1
Underground1
Quinn16
Saint1
Christopher1
Tomás10
Herrera1
persons
0"Morris"
1"Underground"
2"Quinn"
3"Saint"
4"Christopher"
5"Tomás"
6"Herrera"
places
0"Raven"
1"London"
globalScore0.97
windowScore0.833
59.91% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences111
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"not quite place, sharp edges worn smooth by years in London"
1"appeared briefly near a stall at the far end"
2"looked like fresh bone tokens startled an"
3"as though reading from her own notebook"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.571
wordCount1752
matches
0"neither fear nor"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences160
matches
0"chose that moment"
1"understood that the"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs50
mean35.04
std19.22
cv0.549
sampleLengths
055
14
275
357
48
538
654
746
841
956
1036
1134
1220
1318
1446
1549
1645
1713
1813
1925
2043
2163
2270
2367
2413
2534
262
2736
288
2936
3050
3132
3225
3329
346
3534
3662
3745
3810
3920
4025
4120
4251
4370
4414
4525
4638
4712
4847
4932
97.80% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences141
matches
0"been seen"
1"been sealed"
2"were lined"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs284
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount1
flaggedSentences1
totalSentences160
ratio0.006
matches
0"The scar on his forearm showed briefly as he scrambled over a low wall; she noted it the way she catalogued every detail that might matter in court."
88.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1520
adjectiveStacks2
stackExamples
0"against sweat-slick skin."
1"open, revealing concrete steps"
adverbCount57
adverbRatio0.0375
lyAdverbCount22
lyAdverbRatio0.014473684210526316
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences160
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences160
mean10.95
std6.75
cv0.617
sampleLengths
011
118
226
34
46
58
629
715
817
98
104
118
1228
139
148
1513
1618
177
183
193
2016
2114
2218
237
247
256
2619
277
2816
296
303
3110
326
3310
3419
3512
361
3714
3817
3912
407
414
428
4311
4411
458
4612
4711
487
496
61.25% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats7
diversityRatio0.39375
totalSentences160
uniqueOpeners63
75.19% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences133
matches
0"Instead she pushed harder, the"
1"Only that same metallic smell"
2"Then, in one desperate motion,"
ratio0.023
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount31
totalSentences133
matches
0"She narrowed the gap with"
1"Her shout bounced off brick"
2"He kept running, coat flapping"
3"He kicked a metal bin"
4"It clattered and rolled."
5"She vaulted it cleanly, landing"
6"His voice came ragged between"
7"She said nothing."
8"They burst from the alley"
9"He produced something small, clutched"
10"He reached the shadowed alcove"
11"She slammed her shoulder against"
12"she stated, badge already in"
13"Her mind flashed to the"
14"She had dismissed the reports"
15"She crouched, snatched it up."
16"She thrust the token toward"
17"He studied her for a"
18"She emerged onto what had"
19"Her training demanded she catalogue"
ratio0.233
35.19% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount113
totalSentences133
matches
0"Quinn's boots hammered the pavement"
1"She narrowed the gap with"
2"The man glanced back, his"
3"Her shout bounced off brick"
4"He kept running, coat flapping"
5"Quinn followed, muscles burning from"
6"The same man whose photograph"
7"The same man who had"
8"He kicked a metal bin"
9"It clattered and rolled."
10"She vaulted it cleanly, landing"
11"The scar on his forearm"
12"His voice came ragged between"
13"The words carried an accent"
14"She said nothing."
15"Talking wasted breath."
16"They burst from the alley"
17"A lone street cleaner looked"
18"The suspect's hand dipped into"
19"He produced something small, clutched"
ratio0.85
37.59% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences133
matches
0"Now the same wrongness pressed"
ratio0.008
43.96% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences65
technicalSentenceCount9
matches
0"Quinn followed, muscles burning from the long pursuit that had started three streets earlier when she had spotted him slipping out of a side door near the Raven…"
1"The scar on his forearm showed briefly as he scrambled over a low wall; she noted it the way she catalogued every detail that might matter in court."
2"Whatever he carried had left residue at her last crime scene, an oily black powder that defied forensic analysis."
3"The air that escaped carried a scent that made her nostrils flare: incense layered over something metallic and warm."
4"Vendors displayed their wares openly: small glass vials containing liquids that moved against gravity, bundles of dried herbs that released tiny sparks when tou…"
5"A woman with unusually long fingers haggled over a silver pendant that bled soft light between her knuckles."
6"Two men in expensive coats exchanged a leather pouch that emitted a low, rhythmic clicking sound."
7"Yet this off-books paramedic spoke it as though reading from her own notebook."
8"Tomás reached out as if to pull her back, but the chamber floor had already begun to shift beneath their feet, tiles sliding apart to reveal something vast and …"
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags12
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
56.25% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags6
fancyCount3
fancyTags
0"she stated (state)"
1"she ordered (order)"
2"he warned (warn)"
dialogueSentences32
tagDensity0.188
leniency0.375
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.188
83.4150%