Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07EXZAAAYJ5MFB2AEFB384

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18.4s
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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Horror 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> <location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)"> <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation> <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones> <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior> <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora> <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description> </location> <item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas"> <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor> <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial> <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size> <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior> <glow>faint inner glow</glow> <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</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 horror genre. A character is alone in a strange, isolated place at night. They came here for a reason, but something feels off from the moment they arrive. The wrongness builds slowly — sounds that shouldn't be there, things that move at the edge of vision, a growing certainty that they are not alone. Build tension through restraint, not through gore. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for the character and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The standing stones loomed like teeth in the dark, jagged and black against the bruised velvet of the sky. Rory’s fingers tightened around the chain of the Heartstone, its warmth spreading through her palm in sharp pulses that didn’t match her heartbeat—too fast, too hot, like a fever dream. The air smelled wrong too: sweet and rotten, like roses left in a vase too long, their petals blackening at the edges. She hadn’t expected the trees. Not really. Not this many. Not this loud. Cardiff had its green places, the sweep of Bute Park with its orderly lines of oaks and the distant hum of traffic that never truly disappeared. But this? This was something else. The oaks here twisted like they’d been caught mid-howl, their trunks scarred with deep runes that pulsed the same faint crimson as the pendant. And the flowers—masses of them, spilling from the underbrush in clusters of violet and sickly gold, their petals trembling even when there was no wind. Rory stepped over the threshold of stones, her trainer sinking into something soft and damp. Not soil. Not really. It clung, cold and eager, to the soles of her feet. She flexed her toes, dug them in. Firm ground. Solid. She repeated it in her head like a mantra. Ground. Solid. The Heartstone burned. She hissed, jerked her hand back. The chain had burrowed into her skin, silver links flashing wet in the dim light. She rubbed her wrist against her jeans, but the pendant stayed hot, its inner glow flickering like a candle deep behind frosted glass. Footsteps. Not hers. Not from behind—she’d have heard that, the crunch of leaves and her own uneven breathing. These came from the wrong direction. From within the grove itself. A soft, rhythmic *thud-thud* that didn’t match any cadence she knew. Rory didn’t turn. Her gaze locked on the nearest standing stone. Its surface shimmered, but not like wet rock or heat haze. Like liquid silver. It rippled. Changed. The runes rearranged themselves in a slow, creeping crawl as she watched, morphing from ancient-looking script into something she almost recognised—a child’s scribble, a crude tally mark, a date scrawled on a prison wall. Her breath hitched. Too close. She was too close to this now. The pendant’s pulse was a drumbeat against her sternum, each throb pulling at her ribs, trying to drag her deeper. She took a step back. The tree behind her—just an ordinary oak, wasn’t it?—suddenly shifted. Its bark split along a fresh seam, peeling back like lips, revealing the pale meat of wood beneath. A wet *schlick* sounded, and something dark and glistening oozed from the wound. It fell in thick drops to the already clinging earth, where it hissed and bubbled. Rory’s pulse roared in her ears. Don’t look down. She didn’t. Couldn’t. But her peripheral vision betrayed her, catching the slow spread of the black stain, the way it inched toward her trainer like a reaching hand. The scent of it hit her next—iron and something fouler, like spoiled milk left in the sun, curdled and sour. Her fingers flew to the pendant, gripping it hard. It should have felt like an anchor. Instead, it felt like a trap. “Hello?” Her voice cracked. Not from fear. From the sheer wrongness of the space between syllables. No answer. The air thickened. Not humid—not like a summer’s day, but dense, oppressive, as if she’d stepped into a room where someone had been crying for hours and the walls had absorbed the grief. Her skin prickled, sensitised to every shift of the undergrowth, every rustle that wasn’t wind. A laugh. High. Girlish. But brittle as thin ice. Rory spun. Nothing. Just the twisted oaks, their branches clawing at each other like desperate lovers. A patch of violet flowers shuddered, though again—no breeze. “You’re early.” The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. A whisper shaped by lips that weren’t there. Rory’s stomach lurched. That wasn’t possible. She hadn’t spoken aloud. Had she? She swallowed. “Who’s there?” Silence. Then, softer than before: “Always the first question.” This time the voice had direction—or so she thought. It shimmered near the standing stones, but when she turned, the stones were just stones again, cold and silent. The pendant burned white-hot. Rory gasped, stumbled back. Her hip hit something solid—a tree trunk. Rough bark met her spine. She barely felt it. Her entire focus was on the pendant now, its light searing through her closed fist, the chain heating to a brand against her skin. “It recognises you,” the voice murmured. “That’s rare.” She forced her fingers open. The Heartstone blazed like a coal in the heart of her palm, its deep crimson glow casting jagged shadows across the ground. The stain of black liquid—the tree’s tears? Its blood?—had stopped spreading. Frozen, as if repelled by the light. Rory’s breath came fast now, too fast. She needed to get out. Just—out. Back to the standing stones. Back to Richmond Park. Back to London proper with its streetlights and taxis and the sceptical lift of a bartender’s eyebrow when she inevitably snapped about Fae filth in the tea. But. The stone’s light didn’t touch the space directly in front of her. It pooled around her feet, illuminating the violets, drawing sharp lines across the damp earth. And revealed the tracks. Fresh. Too many. Too close. Footprints. Small, like a child’s. But not child-sized. Not adult either. They circled her. Trapped her. One set stopped directly in front of her boot. A whisper of fabric. Rory’s head snapped up. Standing no more than six inches away was a girl. Tall for her age—maybe twelve?—with hair like spun coal that fell past her shoulders in one thick braid. Her dress was a patchwork of autumn colours, but the fabric looked wrong—too tight in places, too loose in others, as though it had been stitched together from dreams. Her skin was pale, almost porcelain, except for the smudges under her eyes—deep violet, like bruises. She tilted her head. Rory didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Her training screamed at her to assess, to calculate, to *act*. But rational thought dissolved under the weight of the girl’s gaze. It wasn’t human. Not exactly. Too old. Too knowing. “You shouldn’t have come here,” the girl said. Her voice was light, melodic. It should have been childish. It wasn’t. Rory found her tongue. “I didn’t have a choice.” The girl smiled. It split her face wide open, revealing teeth that were too white, too even, too *many*. The lower canines had hooked tops, like a cat’s. “Everyone has a choice.” The violets behind her rustled. Not wind. The girl’s eyes flicked up, over Rory’s shoulder. Something shifted in the undergrowth. A shape. Tall. Too tall. Bent at odd angles, like a marionette with half its strings cut. It moved without sound, gliding between the trees. Rory’s mind supplied a word before she could stop it. *Hel.* The word took root in her chest, spreading like frost. The girl’s smile widened. “He’s finally found a use for that trinket of yours.” Rory’s hand flew to her throat. No. Not possible. She’d never tell anyone. Never. The girl laughed—a sound like breaking glass. The pendant’s glow dimmed. And in the heartbeat of sudden dark, the tall thing between the trees straightened to its full, impossible height. Its shadow fell across Rory’s face.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags3
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences10
tagDensity0.3
leniency0.6
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
83.96% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1247
totalAiIsmAdverbs4
found
0
adverb"really"
count2
1
adverb"truly"
count1
2
adverb"suddenly"
count1
highlights
0"really"
1"truly"
2"suddenly"
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)
3.77% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1247
totalAiIsms24
found
0
word"loomed"
count1
1
word"velvet"
count1
2
word"warmth"
count1
3
word"pulsed"
count1
4
word"footsteps"
count1
5
word"rhythmic"
count1
6
word"shimmered"
count2
7
word"pulse"
count2
8
word"throb"
count1
9
word"glistening"
count1
10
word"oppressive"
count1
11
word"whisper"
count2
12
word"stomach"
count1
13
word"lurched"
count1
14
word"silence"
count1
15
word"searing"
count1
16
word"eyebrow"
count1
17
word"porcelain"
count1
18
word"calculate"
count1
19
word"weight"
count1
20
word"flicked"
count1
highlights
0"loomed"
1"velvet"
2"warmth"
3"pulsed"
4"footsteps"
5"rhythmic"
6"shimmered"
7"pulse"
8"throb"
9"glistening"
10"oppressive"
11"whisper"
12"stomach"
13"lurched"
14"silence"
15"searing"
16"eyebrow"
17"porcelain"
18"calculate"
19"weight"
20"flicked"
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
narrationSentences160
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences160
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences166
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen36
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans5
markdownWords5
totalWords1231
ratio0.004
matches
0"thud-thud"
1"schlick"
2"act"
3"many"
4"Hel."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions9
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions24
wordCount1193
uniqueNames7
maxNameDensity1.26
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Heartstone3
Bute1
Park2
Richmond1
London1
Fae1
Rory15
persons
0"Heartstone"
1"Rory"
places
0"Bute"
1"Park"
2"Richmond"
3"London"
globalScore0.871
windowScore0.833
75.37% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences67
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"felt like an anchor"
1"felt like a trap"
37.53% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords1.625
wordCount1231
matches
0"Not humid—not like a summer’s day, but dense, oppressive, as if she’d stepped into a room"
1"not like a summer’s day, but dense, oppressive, as if she’d stepped into a room"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences166
matches
0"runes that pulsed"
1"heard that, the"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs71
mean17.34
std19.26
cv1.111
sampleLengths
071
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28
381
451
53
644
71
839
93
1059
113
1229
135
1456
156
163
1748
1822
1916
202
2148
222
237
242
2523
262
2715
2810
292
304
319
3228
334
3444
358
365
3740
3849
391
4012
4115
424
435
4416
459
464
474
4810
4963
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences160
matches
0"been caught"
1"been stitched"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs201
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount19
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences17
totalSentences166
ratio0.102
matches
0"Rory’s fingers tightened around the chain of the Heartstone, its warmth spreading through her palm in sharp pulses that didn’t match her heartbeat—too fast, too hot, like a fever dream."
1"And the flowers—masses of them, spilling from the underbrush in clusters of violet and sickly gold, their petals trembling even when there was no wind."
2"Not from behind—she’d have heard that, the crunch of leaves and her own uneven breathing."
3"The runes rearranged themselves in a slow, creeping crawl as she watched, morphing from ancient-looking script into something she almost recognised—a child’s scribble, a crude tally mark, a date scrawled on a prison wall."
4"The tree behind her—just an ordinary oak, wasn’t it?—suddenly shifted."
5"The scent of it hit her next—iron and something fouler, like spoiled milk left in the sun, curdled and sour."
6"Not humid—not like a summer’s day, but dense, oppressive, as if she’d stepped into a room where someone had been crying for hours and the walls had absorbed the grief."
7"A patch of violet flowers shuddered, though again—no breeze."
8"This time the voice had direction—or so she thought."
9"Her hip hit something solid—a tree trunk."
10"The stain of black liquid—the tree’s tears?"
11"Its blood?—had stopped spreading."
12"Just—out."
13"Tall for her age—maybe twelve?—with hair like spun coal that fell past her shoulders in one thick braid."
14"Her dress was a patchwork of autumn colours, but the fabric looked wrong—too tight in places, too loose in others, as though it had been stitched together from dreams."
15"Her skin was pale, almost porcelain, except for the smudges under her eyes—deep violet, like bruises."
16"The girl laughed—a sound like breaking glass."
87.88% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1213
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"wide open, revealing teeth"
adverbCount57
adverbRatio0.04699093157460841
lyAdverbCount12
lyAdverbRatio0.00989282769991756
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences166
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences166
mean7.42
std7.21
cv0.973
sampleLengths
019
130
222
35
42
53
63
726
82
94
1024
1125
1215
132
142
1511
167
172
181
199
201
211
223
236
2415
2523
261
272
2815
296
305
3111
323
338
3411
353
362
371
3834
393
402
417
4220
435
4410
4518
4613
4715
486
493
47.39% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.3313253012048193
totalSentences166
uniqueOpeners55
86.21% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences116
matches
0"Instead, it felt like a"
1"Just the twisted oaks, their"
2"Then, softer than before:"
ratio0.026
88.97% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount38
totalSentences116
matches
0"She hadn’t expected the trees."
1"It clung, cold and eager,"
2"She flexed her toes, dug"
3"She repeated it in her"
4"She hissed, jerked her hand"
5"She rubbed her wrist against"
6"Her gaze locked on the"
7"Its surface shimmered, but not"
8"Her breath hitched."
9"She was too close to"
10"She took a step back."
11"Its bark split along a"
12"It fell in thick drops"
13"Her fingers flew to the"
14"It should have felt like"
15"Her voice cracked"
16"Her skin prickled, sensitised to"
17"She hadn’t spoken aloud."
18"It shimmered near the standing"
19"Her hip hit something solid—a"
ratio0.328
89.31% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount86
totalSentences116
matches
0"The standing stones loomed like"
1"Rory’s fingers tightened around the"
2"The air smelled wrong too:"
3"She hadn’t expected the trees."
4"Cardiff had its green places,"
5"This was something else."
6"The oaks here twisted like"
7"Rory stepped over the threshold"
8"It clung, cold and eager,"
9"She flexed her toes, dug"
10"She repeated it in her"
11"The Heartstone burned."
12"She hissed, jerked her hand"
13"The chain had burrowed into"
14"She rubbed her wrist against"
15"These came from the wrong"
16"A soft, rhythmic *thud-thud* that"
17"Rory didn’t turn."
18"Her gaze locked on the"
19"Its surface shimmered, but not"
ratio0.741
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences116
matches(empty)
ratio0
9.97% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences43
technicalSentenceCount8
matches
0"Rory’s fingers tightened around the chain of the Heartstone, its warmth spreading through her palm in sharp pulses that didn’t match her heartbeat—too fast, too…"
1"And the flowers—masses of them, spilling from the underbrush in clusters of violet and sickly gold, their petals trembling even when there was no wind."
2"The pendant’s pulse was a drumbeat against her sternum, each throb pulling at her ribs, trying to drag her deeper."
3"Not humid—not like a summer’s day, but dense, oppressive, as if she’d stepped into a room where someone had been crying for hours and the walls had absorbed the…"
4"It pooled around her feet, illuminating the violets, drawing sharp lines across the damp earth."
5"Tall for her age—maybe twelve?—with hair like spun coal that fell past her shoulders in one thick braid."
6"Her dress was a patchwork of autumn colours, but the fabric looked wrong—too tight in places, too loose in others, as though it had been stitched together from …"
7"It split her face wide open, revealing teeth that were too white, too even, too *many*."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags3
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
50.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags2
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"the voice murmured (murmur)"
dialogueSentences10
tagDensity0.2
leniency0.4
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.2
78.1230%