Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07DGY0Z6CYR3QT9QG7253J

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21.2s
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$0.020264
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OpenAI

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System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance 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="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</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 romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. 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 third deadbolt gave with a sharp click, and Aurora Carter yanked the door open on the chain, ready to snap at the person on the landing. Lucien Moreau stood there instead. His charcoal suit sat immaculate on his long frame, but a dark smear stained the cuff of his shirt, and the ivory handle of his cane gleamed in his fist like a bone pulled clean. One amber eye, one black, pinned her where she stood. Aurora kept her hand on the chain. “You’ve got a nerve.” “Charming as ever.” “Leave.” His gaze dipped to the chain, then back to her face. “You still lock three times and trust no one. Progress has missed you.” She gave the chain a jerk, enough to rattle the door. “You’re at the wrong flat.” “No, I am not.” “Get off my landing before I call the police.” His mouth curved, humour sharpened by something colder beneath it. “You keep an impressive collection of books for a woman who has no patience for old lies.” She stared at him through the narrow gap, the smell of wet wool, copper and expensive soap curling through it. The landing behind him held only the chipped paint of the corridor wall and the dead silence of the building. No footsteps. No witnesses. No reason for Lucien Moreau to be on her doorstep except trouble. He lifted his cane and set the tip against the floor with a soft tap. “Open the door, Rory.” Her fingers tightened on the chain. No one used that name like he did. Not with that French polish, not like it belonged in his mouth at the end of a blade. “Don’t call me that.” “Then stop answering.” She laughed once, without any warmth. “You disappeared.” His face did not change, but the black eye fixed on her with unnerving stillness. “I returned.” “That’s not the same thing.” “No.” The word hung between them, thin and dangerous. Aurora took in the blood on his cuff, the faint split at his lower lip, the neat line of his collar that hid the rest of him too well. Lucien never looked disordered. Even bruised, he dressed like a man who had signed a contract with himself and won. Ptolemy chose that moment to barrel against her ankle from the flat, tail puffed, all offended tabby fury. The cat rubbed once against Lucien’s shoe, then hissed at his cane. Lucien glanced down. “Your guard cat retains his suspicions.” “His name is Ptolemy.” “Even worse.” Aurora reached for the chain release, stopped, and set her jaw. “One minute. One lie. Then you leave.” “I have never lied to you when it mattered.” “Is that your defence? That you only lied when it was convenient?” The amber eye flashed. “You wounded me, Rory.” She stared at him. The corridor seemed to shrink around the shape of him, around the memory of his hand at her waist, his voice in her ear, the way he had made distance feel like a physical insult. He had a talent for arriving inside a room and making it dangerous. “That’s rich,” she said. “You vanish for months, then show up with blood on your sleeve and a speech.” His cane tip scraped once against the floor. “A speech would imply I enjoy this.” “You enjoy plenty.” His mouth twitched. “You have always been the crueler of us.” She snorted. “You have no idea.” “I have several ideas.” The line landed hot and low in her chest, ugly with memory. Aurora set the chain free and opened the door wider, but kept her body in the way. Lucien stepped in without asking, all long limbs and measured grace, and the narrow hall of Eva’s flat seemed to resent the intrusion. His shoulders brushed the frame. His cane knocked lightly against the umbrella stand. Ptolemy shot past his ankles and vanished beneath the kitchen chair, where he crouched with his ears pinned flat. Aurora shut the door hard enough to shake the framed print on the wall, then threw the deadbolts back into place one by one. “Explain.” Lucien removed a glove with his teeth, slow and deliberate, and folded it into his palm. “You still live in a paper nest.” “This is Eva’s flat. Not mine.” “Semantics.” His gaze moved over the room. Books stacked on the coffee table, scroll tubes leaning in a corner, notebooks open across the rug, scraps of inked diagrams pinned under mugs and a shell-shaped ashtray. “You and your friends are building a library out of a bomb site.” Aurora folded her arms. “You came here to insult our shelving?” “I came because someone followed me.” Her expression did not shift. “And?” “And they will follow me here if I remain on the landing.” “That sounds like your problem.” He looked at her for a long beat, then took a step closer. The blood on his cuff had dried dark, almost black. “It has become yours.” Aurora felt the words like a hand at the back of her neck. She ignored them. “What did you do?” Lucien let out a breath through his nose. “A merchant with poor boundaries sold information. I corrected his error. His employer objected.” “That’s your version of a moral crisis?” “That’s my version of an irritated employer with friends.” “Friends in what sense?” “The sort who enjoy knives.” Ptolemy gave a low, throaty growl from under the chair. Aurora glanced towards the windows, then back to Lucien. “If you dragged anything to my door, I’ll put you through it.” “I have no doubt.” “Good.” “Your faith in me warms the soul.” “You do not have one.” His eyes narrowed, and for a second the room felt tight with the kind of silence that could turn into kissing or killing. With Lucien, those had always sat close together. He reached into his inside pocket and drew out a folded slip of heavy paper. He held it between two fingers. Aurora did not move. “What’s that?” “Your name.” She stared at him. “You came here for a delivery?” He placed the paper on the nearest stack of books. It landed atop a handwritten page covered in symbols and a coffee ring. “Someone wrote your name beside mine.” The joke drained out of her. “What sort of someone?” “The sort who knows both of us should not exist in the same place at the same time.” Aurora unfolded the paper with care. Thin black ink bled through the fibres in elegant, precise script. Lucien Moreau. Aurora Carter. Beneath the names sat a line of Avarosi script, each character clipped and vicious. Her throat tightened. “What is it?” “An invitation.” “From who?” He watched her fingers hover over the page. “That depends on who paid for the ink.” Aurora looked up. “You brought me a threat.” “I brought you a warning.” “You always arrive with both, and you call it help.” A faint crease appeared between his brows. “I did not come to quarrel.” “That’s your mistake.” He leaned one hand on the back of the chair, close enough that she caught the scent of smoke on his coat lining. “You are difficult to ignore.” The words dragged heat through her like a lit match. Aurora kept her face still. “Flatter me less. Answer faster.” He tilted his head. “Someone has taken an interest in your little research circle. They traced a line from Brick Lane to a name in Marseille, then to me. You were next.” Eva’s notes spread under Aurora’s hands like a field of bones. She had spent too many late nights untangling names from old contracts, hunting patterns in half-burned ledgers while the curry house below them clattered pans and spat spice into the stairwell. Lucien’s presence in the room made every page feel exposed. “No,” she said. “They traced you to me.” His gaze flicked over her face. “You wound me again.” “Tell me who.” “I would love to, if you could stop glaring long enough to listen.” “Lucien.” Something in the way she said it made him still. Just for a breath. “Fine,” he said. “There is a collector. He deals in names, debts and relics that should remain buried. He asked after a woman with bright eyes and a poor habit of surviving things. I answered poorly.” Aurora’s laugh came out hard. “You answered poorly.” “I am being generous with the phrase.” “Who is he?” Lucien tapped the cane once against the floor. “You would not know him by name. You would know him by the smell of his aftershave if he walked past you in a train station.” “That narrows it down to half of London.” “One half is less dangerous than the other.” Her lips pressed together. “You expect me to believe some shadowy collector tracked me because of you and you came here alone?” “No.” Aurora froze. Lucien’s expression shifted, not quite alarm, not quite amusement. His eyes went to the front door. Aurora heard it then, a faint scrape from the other side, the slow drag of something heavy across the corridor carpet. Ptolemy hissed under the chair and arched his back. Lucien lifted his cane and turned the handle with the ease of a man uncasing a weapon. The knock came next, soft and polite. Aurora reached for the iron poker beside the fireplace. No one moved. Another knock, harder this time. The deadbolts gave a small, rattling shudder. Lucien took one smooth step back, placing himself between her and the door without looking at her. “Stay behind me.” Aurora gave a short, incredulous breath. “You walked into my flat, Lucien.” “And now I am correcting your defensive posture.” The deadbolts jolted again. One of the old books on the shelf toppled to the floor with a slap. “Not happening.” His gaze cut to her, sharp and bright. “Rory.” “Don’t.” The corridor outside went quiet for one stretched, ugly second. Then a voice, muffled through wood and metal, slid under the door with obscene calm. “Lucien Moreau. Open up.” Aurora’s grip closed around the poker until the metal bit her palm. Lucien’s jaw flexed once. The black eye flashed. The front door bowed inward on the next удар, and something on the other side whispered her name.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags4
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences92
tagDensity0.043
leniency0.087
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.08% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1713
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"lightly"
count1
highlights
0"lightly"
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)
76.65% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1713
totalAiIsms8
found
0
word"silence"
count2
1
word"footsteps"
count1
2
word"warmth"
count1
3
word"measured"
count1
4
word"traced"
count2
5
word"flicked"
count1
highlights
0"silence"
1"footsteps"
2"warmth"
3"measured"
4"traced"
5"flicked"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"let out a breath"
count1
1
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
highlights
0"let out a breath"
1"eyes narrowed"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences109
matches(empty)
90.43% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences109
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
99.95% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences197
gibberishSentences1
adjustedGibberishSentences1
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen35
ratio0.005
matches
0"The front door bowed inward on the next удар, and something on the other side whispered her name."
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1713
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions18
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions52
wordCount1134
uniqueNames9
maxNameDensity1.85
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Aurora21
Carter2
Moreau3
Lucien17
French1
Eva2
Books1
Avarosi1
Ptolemy4
persons
0"Aurora"
1"Carter"
2"Moreau"
3"Lucien"
4"Eva"
5"Books"
6"Ptolemy"
places(empty)
globalScore0.574
windowScore0.5
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences76
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"not quite alarm, not quite amusement"
1"not quite amusement"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1713
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences197
matches
0"used that name"
1"chose that moment"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs124
mean13.81
std12.72
cv0.921
sampleLengths
027
15
245
37
44
53
61
724
816
94
109
1127
1256
1315
144
1532
164
173
188
1917
205
211
228
2349
2430
259
264
272
2818
299
3012
318
3252
3319
3415
353
3611
376
384
3929
4055
4124
421
4323
446
4548
4611
476
486
4912
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences109
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs184
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences197
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1136
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount35
adverbRatio0.030809859154929578
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.0035211267605633804
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences197
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences197
mean8.7
std7.01
cv0.806
sampleLengths
027
15
235
310
47
54
63
71
811
913
1011
115
124
139
1410
1517
1620
1720
182
192
2012
2115
224
236
248
2518
264
273
286
292
3015
312
325
331
348
3529
364
3716
3818
3912
403
416
424
432
4411
457
469
4712
484
494
46.45% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats7
diversityRatio0.2639593908629442
totalSentences197
uniqueOpeners52
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences100
matches
0"Even bruised, he dressed like"
1"Just for a breath."
2"Then a voice, muffled through"
ratio0.03
84.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount34
totalSentences100
matches
0"His charcoal suit sat immaculate"
1"His gaze dipped to the"
2"She gave the chain a"
3"His mouth curved, humour sharpened"
4"She stared at him through"
5"He lifted his cane and"
6"Her fingers tightened on the"
7"She laughed once, without any"
8"His face did not change,"
9"She stared at him."
10"He had a talent for"
11"His cane tip scraped once"
12"His mouth twitched."
13"His shoulders brushed the frame."
14"His cane knocked lightly against"
15"His gaze moved over the"
16"Her expression did not shift."
17"He looked at her for"
18"She ignored them."
19"His eyes narrowed, and for"
ratio0.34
20.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount88
totalSentences100
matches
0"The third deadbolt gave with"
1"Lucien Moreau stood there instead."
2"His charcoal suit sat immaculate"
3"Aurora kept her hand on"
4"His gaze dipped to the"
5"She gave the chain a"
6"His mouth curved, humour sharpened"
7"She stared at him through"
8"The landing behind him held"
9"He lifted his cane and"
10"Her fingers tightened on the"
11"She laughed once, without any"
12"His face did not change,"
13"The word hung between them,"
14"Aurora took in the blood"
15"Lucien never looked disordered."
16"Ptolemy chose that moment to"
17"The cat rubbed once against"
18"Lucien glanced down."
19"Aurora reached for the chain"
ratio0.88
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences100
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences50
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"Aurora took in the blood on his cuff, the faint split at his lower lip, the neat line of his collar that hid the rest of him too well."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags4
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags3
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences92
tagDensity0.033
leniency0.065
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
87.7075%