Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07CD5F3EXRM5M4HWCWKPXS

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22.4s
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$0.002010
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Mistral

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Mystery genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4414" name="Eva Kowalski" aliases="Eva, Evie" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Best Friend"> <eyeColor>green</eyeColor> <hair>curly red</hair> <height>5'4"</height> <age>26</age> <glasses>round glasses</glasses> <satchel>worn leather satchel full of books</satchel> <freckles>freckled complexion</freckles> <nervousHabit>tucking hair behind her left ear</nervousHabit> <description>Aurora's childhood friend and an occult researcher.</description> <backstory>Moved to London two years before Aurora and works as a research assistant at the British Museum's restricted archives. She holds a master's degree in Ancient History from Oxford.</backstory> </character> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> <item id="2004" name="Veil Compass" aliases="the Compass, shadow compass" type="Tool" origin="The Veil Market"> <casingMaterial>small brass compass</casingMaterial> <faceMarkings>face etched with protective sigils</faceMarkings> <needle>points toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal</needle> <patina>casing has a patina of verdigris</patina> <creator>crafted by a Shade artisan</creator> <description>A compass attuned to supernatural energy.</description> </item> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the mystery genre. A detective arrives at a crime scene in an unusual location. Something is wrong — the evidence doesn't add up. A colleague is present, offering a different interpretation. Through careful observation and deduction, the detective begins to see what others have missed. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The cordon tape snapped under Quinn’s boot. She didn’t flinch. The plastic ripped with a sound like a wet cough, a reminder that even the coldest streets had a gag reflex. The tunnel yawned dark ahead, not the dull brick of an abandoned Tube but the slick throat of a long-sealed platform, its tiles patterned in peeling Art Deco swirls. Farewell banners from the war years curled at the edges, brittle as biscuit. Above her, the skittering began—dry teeth of rats chewing cable or ambition, it sounded the same these days. She crouched, fingers brushing the platform’s edge without breaking skin. Damp. Old blood turned to iron sludge. Fresh enough to still weep warmth. “Quinn.” Smith’s voice hit her eardrums two beats late, like a telegram in a flood zone. She registered the cautious pride under the exhaustion; Smith had been on a week’s enforced leave after the chem spill at Seaside Way, and he looked like he’d aged nine years inside seven days. The flesh under his eyes hung low, salted by something worse than salt. “Morning, doc. Or what passes for one in this nick.” She didn’t wait for his reply. The torch rode the curve of her wrist, its weight familiar as a rosary. She angled it down the platform, catching anglers who hadn’t gotten the ‘no fish’ memo—shoppers in black trench coats that drank the gloom instead of reflecting it, their shoes clicking on pavé like metronomes for a slow waltz to oblivion. At the far end, two twenty-something officers pawed at a huddle of coats tossed carelessly over a bench. Between their booth legs, a silver wristwatch winked—its face the wrong way round, minute hand chewing eleven instead of eleven-oh-five. “Smith, talk me out of feet first and straight into the obvious.” She was already moving. The torch beam etched the tunnel walls with graffiti that wasn’t paint: sigils scraped into grime. Most were backward, mirror-curse scribble. One looked decently forward. A gateway, maybe. A joke, more likely. Smith followed, boots scuffing. “Uniforms called it a suicide cluster. Four in ten days. All mid-level occult dealers, no notes, no warning. Completely off-book.” “They lie on their bellies when they drop?” She kept the question light, but the bench’s shape under the coats was wrong—two dimples for hands, one deep crater where legs should bow. A couple of nights ago, rain had sheeted through here when the old pressure valve stuck. Seat cushions stored water like sponges. These had already surrendered their fluid. The legs beneath were skeletal smooth, flecked with the décolletage of river stones. Smith didn’t answer. He never did when the body did the talking. She nudged a sodden overcoat with the torch’s plastic butt. The hood flipped back, revealing a woman’s face half mummified by damp. Eyes absent, but the freckles remained, dancing across a nose that had known too many winters and not enough sunblock. Something familiar prickled at the back of Quinn’s neck. Smith’s breath hitched behind her. “You know her?” Quinn didn’t take her eyes off the face. “Better than you. Eva Kowalski—a researcher up at the British Museum vault. Started postgrad the same year as my partner.” The words landed like dead leaves on stone. *Partner.* The word tasted bitter, metallic—the same flavour as the iron in the air. Smith’s torch trembled. “Bloody hell. And the others?” Quinn didn’t answer. She circled the bench, letting the light trace the ground under the platform ledge. A single slipper lay canted against the wall, its heel sheared off—narrow, delicate. The other foot still wore a black sock, the drawstring knot cinched like a hangman’s noose. Rope burns around the neck were minor. In fact, there weren’t any. No abrasions. She held her palm a finger’s width above the throat; the skin that had been warm was cooling fast. Regathering warmth from something deeper. She’d seen cadavers reheat after submersion; the cold would leave, just a little, then slam back like a train. She knelt, lifted the overcoat further. Underneath, Eva’s left hand clutched a small brass compass. Verdigris bloomed on its casing like verdant rot. The face markings thrummed faintly under Quinn’s fingertips—protective sigils etched too precise for a market knock-off. The needle wobbled erratically, as though caught in two opposing storms. Smith’s torch beam found a second object half buried beneath the bench—a slim leather satchel, peach-coloured leather stamped with an academic crest Quinn recognised instantly. Norse knots melded into Celtic triskelion: two degrees Quinn herself had failed to complete when Morris died. She upended the satchel with her pen. A sheaf of notes cascaded—pages torn from a ledger, margins crowded with symbols in Eva’s looping hand. And tucked inside the back flap, a single Polaroid. It showed three women standing in front of a canal houseboat. Eva was in the middle, flanked by two others Quinn didn’t know. One had bright red hair in wild curls; the other wore round spectacles that caught the light like twin moons. The boat’s licence number was partially obscured by Eva’s smiling face, but Quinn could make out enough: letters CN, then 6, then a river symbol stamped by the Port of London Authority. The photo’s edge showed a date stamp—yesterday. Smith shifted his weight. “Quinn—” “Less talking, more watching, doc.” She kept her voice silky. “Unless you fancy explaining how Eva managed parkour over a Tube bench using nothing but sheer spite and a missing throat.” Smith exhaled through his nose. A old habit from hosting autopsies where the body decided matters before the pathologist did. “The tox screen will—” “The tox screen will say whatever keeps us chasing ghosts.” Quinn stood, compass still in hand. She walked three paces down the platform. The tiles shifted from grey to maroon underfoot. Deliberate—like a chessboard someone had flipped while the players blinked. She dropped to one knee again, this time by a service duct cover that hadn’t been breached for years. The metal glowed faintly, the same verdigris patina as the compass. She pressed her palm flat. The surface shivered, a slow inhale. Eva’s satchel was still draped over her arm like an afterthought. Quinn unclasped it, withdrew a slim notebook bound in oilskin. Flipped to a dog-eared page. A list of names: the four dealers in Smith’s suicide cluster. Next to each, a single symbol—mirror-sigils again. And at the bottom, scrawled in ink that hadn’t quite dried, a single word: *Veil.* Smith leaned in. “Quinn, what the hell is the Veil?” She didn’t look up. “Not a what. A where. An underground market that moves every full moon. They sell enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and the kind of information that keeps detectives awake until their livers quit.” She tossed the notebook onto the bench. “Eva Kowalski wasn’t a dealer. She was a scholar trying to catalogue something that doesn’t like catalogues.” She snapped off a photo of the polaroid with her phone. Thumbed the compass’s needle. It had steadied, pointing straight down the tunnel towards a disabled lift shaft sealed by a rusted iron grid. Smith’s torch sputtered, yellowed, then recovered. “You’re saying Eva got herself killed because she was researching an underground market?” “Either that, or the market swapped her for someone who could scream louder.” Quinn’s jaw tightened. She now had two pieces of the puzzle: Eva’s satchel, full of research into something that didn’t want to be researched, and Morris’s last case notes—torn pages hidden in the museum vault, each bearing the same ‘Veil’ mark, each name circled in red ink. Smith’s radio crackled behind them. “Doc, tell them to back off. This scene is about to get messy.” She didn’t wait for Smith’s argument to finish. She was already at the lift shaft, prying the grid apart with a boot heel. The metal groaned, then gave way with a sigh of stale air that tasted of ozone and wet dog. Inside the shaft, the temperature dropped another several degrees. Her breath frosted in front of her face. Behind the service panel, a single step descended into darkness. The stone had been worn smooth, as though many feet—many trainers—had pounded down and back over years uncounted. The walls were striped with the same protective sigils, backward, the word *Veil* scratched over and over until the iron bled. Smith’s fingers clamped her shoulder. “Quinn, don’t. Uniforms haven’t cleared this.” She shook him off without breaking stride. “Uniforms never clear anything. They just bring the chalk.” She set the first boot onto the stair. The sigils flared faint blue along the edges. Not light—memory. Ancient lighthouse beams reflected in wet pavement after rain. A warning. Smith’s radio squawked again. “Suspect approaching from the rear tunnel—possible unidentified female, weapons drawn.” Quinn didn’t turn. “Tell them to hold their fire. I think our suspect’s already on scene.” She descended. The first step creaked. Then the next. Each pressure brought a new hum into the tunnel, a harmony of old magic leaking from old doors. Somewhere ahead, a ticking began—steady as a metronome, slowing, then speeding up. It wasn’t coming from Eva’s watch. It was coming from the air itself. A clock counting down to something neither of them could see. Quinn’s leather watch grew warm on her wrist. The compass needle spun wildly, then locked onto a new heading—straight ahead into the earth. She smelled damp stone and something older: crushed bone and myrrh. The Veil Market’s entry requirement, etched in rune-form on the wall above the landing. Bone token. The choice was hers. Break her own bone for entry, or find another way in. Smith’s breath rushed past her ear. “You can’t be serious.” Quinn drew her service weapon. Cold metal kissed her palm. “Hostile market forces, Smith. And we’d best be hostile right back.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags8
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"The words landed like [like]"
dialogueSentences25
tagDensity0.32
leniency0.64
rawRatio0.125
effectiveRatio0.08
96.96% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1645
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"completely"
count1
highlights
0"completely"
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)
60.49% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1645
totalAiIsms13
found
0
word"reminder"
count1
1
word"warmth"
count2
2
word"weight"
count2
3
word"familiar"
count2
4
word"gloom"
count1
5
word"etched"
count3
6
word"dancing"
count1
7
word"trembled"
count1
highlights
0"reminder"
1"warmth"
2"weight"
3"familiar"
4"gloom"
5"etched"
6"dancing"
7"trembled"
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
narrationSentences129
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences129
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences148
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen45
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans3
markdownWords3
totalWords1625
ratio0.002
matches
0"Partner."
1"Veil."
2"Veil"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions14
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions55
wordCount1320
uniqueNames16
maxNameDensity1.29
worstName"Smith"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Quinn15
Tube1
Art1
Deco1
Smith17
Seaside1
Way1
Eva7
Celtic1
Morris2
Polaroid1
Port1
London1
Authority1
Veil3
Market1
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Art"
2"Deco"
3"Smith"
4"Eva"
5"Morris"
6"Veil"
7"Market"
places
0"Seaside"
1"Way"
2"Celtic"
3"London"
globalScore0.856
windowScore0.833
95.65% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences92
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"looked like he’d aged nine years inside s"
1"quite dried, a single word: *Veil"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.615
wordCount1625
matches
0"not the dull brick of an abandoned Tube but the slick throat of a long-sealed platform, its tiles patter"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences148
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs43
mean37.79
std29.17
cv0.772
sampleLengths
0114
11
262
310
498
512
636
724
88
965
1012
1151
128
1350
148
1546
1657
1750
1842
19115
205
2131
2224
2382
2459
2510
2661
2734
2819
2960
3018
3159
3249
3311
3416
3529
3614
3718
3861
3965
4010
4110
4211
99.82% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences129
matches
0"been breached"
1"been worn"
78.79% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount4
totalVerbs220
matches
0"was already moving"
1"was cooling"
2"wasn’t coming"
3"was coming"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount18
semicolonCount4
flaggedSentences20
totalSentences148
ratio0.135
matches
0"Above her, the skittering began—dry teeth of rats chewing cable or ambition, it sounded the same these days."
1"She registered the cautious pride under the exhaustion; Smith had been on a week’s enforced leave after the chem spill at Seaside Way, and he looked like he’d aged nine years inside seven days."
2"Between their booth legs, a silver wristwatch winked—its face the wrong way round, minute hand chewing eleven instead of eleven-oh-five."
3"She kept the question light, but the bench’s shape under the coats was wrong—two dimples for hands, one deep crater where legs should bow."
4"*Partner.* The word tasted bitter, metallic—the same flavour as the iron in the air."
5"A single slipper lay canted against the wall, its heel sheared off—narrow, delicate."
6"She held her palm a finger’s width above the throat; the skin that had been warm was cooling fast."
7"She’d seen cadavers reheat after submersion; the cold would leave, just a little, then slam back like a train."
8"The face markings thrummed faintly under Quinn’s fingertips—protective sigils etched too precise for a market knock-off."
9"Smith’s torch beam found a second object half buried beneath the bench—a slim leather satchel, peach-coloured leather stamped with an academic crest Quinn recognised instantly."
10"A sheaf of notes cascaded—pages torn from a ledger, margins crowded with symbols in Eva’s looping hand."
11"One had bright red hair in wild curls; the other wore round spectacles that caught the light like twin moons."
12"The photo’s edge showed a date stamp—yesterday."
13"Deliberate—like a chessboard someone had flipped while the players blinked."
14"Next to each, a single symbol—mirror-sigils again."
15"She now had two pieces of the puzzle: Eva’s satchel, full of research into something that didn’t want to be researched, and Morris’s last case notes—torn pages hidden in the museum vault, each bearing the same ‘Veil’ mark, each name circled in red ink."
16"The stone had been worn smooth, as though many feet—many trainers—had pounded down and back over years uncounted."
17"Not light—memory."
18"Somewhere ahead, a ticking began—steady as a metronome, slowing, then speeding up."
19"The compass needle spun wildly, then locked onto a new heading—straight ahead into the earth."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount427
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount10
adverbRatio0.0234192037470726
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.00468384074941452
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences148
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences148
mean10.98
std7.81
cv0.712
sampleLengths
07
13
221
329
413
518
610
71
86
96
101
1115
1234
1313
1410
156
1614
1740
1818
1920
2012
214
2216
235
244
253
264
274
2820
298
3024
3116
326
336
3413
353
369
3710
3812
3920
409
415
423
438
4428
4514
463
475
483
4914
59.23% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats9
diversityRatio0.3918918918918919
totalSentences148
uniqueOpeners58
54.20% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences123
matches
0"Then the next."
1"Somewhere ahead, a ticking began—steady"
ratio0.016
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount32
totalSentences123
matches
0"She didn’t flinch."
1"She crouched, fingers brushing the"
2"She registered the cautious pride"
3"She didn’t wait for his"
4"She angled it down the"
5"She was already moving."
6"She kept the question light,"
7"He never did when the"
8"She nudged a sodden overcoat"
9"She circled the bench, letting"
10"She held her palm a"
11"She’d seen cadavers reheat after"
12"She knelt, lifted the overcoat"
13"She upended the satchel with"
14"It showed three women standing"
15"She kept her voice silky"
16"She walked three paces down"
17"She dropped to one knee"
18"She pressed her palm flat."
19"She didn’t look up."
ratio0.26
65.69% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount97
totalSentences123
matches
0"The cordon tape snapped under"
1"She didn’t flinch."
2"The plastic ripped with a"
3"The tunnel yawned dark ahead,"
4"She crouched, fingers brushing the"
5"Smith’s voice hit her eardrums"
6"She registered the cautious pride"
7"The flesh under his eyes"
8"She didn’t wait for his"
9"The torch rode the curve"
10"She angled it down the"
11"She was already moving."
12"The torch beam etched the"
13"A gateway, maybe."
14"A joke, more likely."
15"Smith followed, boots scuffing."
16"She kept the question light,"
17"A couple of nights ago,"
18"These had already surrendered their"
19"The legs beneath were skeletal"
ratio0.789
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences123
matches(empty)
ratio0
90.91% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences55
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"The torch beam etched the tunnel walls with graffiti that wasn’t paint: sigils scraped into grime."
1"Eyes absent, but the freckles remained, dancing across a nose that had known too many winters and not enough sunblock."
2"One had bright red hair in wild curls; the other wore round spectacles that caught the light like twin moons."
3"The stone had been worn smooth, as though many feet—many trainers—had pounded down and back over years uncounted."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags8
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
86.1693%