Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07VTM3Y59Q29E1ZTRJZFWT

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15.4s
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$0.016345
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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 second deadbolt had barely scraped back when Aurora pulled the door open and found Lucien Moreau filling the corridor like a threat in a charcoal suit. His ivory cane rested against his palm. His platinum hair gleamed under the hall bulb. One amber eye took in her face, the other stayed fixed on the scar at her wrist where her sleeve had ridden up. She did not step aside. "You're lost." Lucien's mouth curved, slow and sharp. "Charming. I had forgotten how warm you were." Aurora kept one hand on the door edge. The other still gripped the chain, though she had not latched it. That felt too much like admitting surprise. Ptolemy brushed his body against her ankle from inside the flat, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Lucien glanced down. "You have a cat now." "Don't sound offended." "Offended? No." His gaze lifted to hers again. "I admire the choice. It suits you. Small, difficult, and armed with claws." The bastard had not changed. He had only sharpened. Behind her, the flat looked like it always did, cramped and crowded, books stacked in crooked towers, loose notes pinned under mugs, a half-folded map of London spread across the kitchen table beside a cold plate and a delivery receipt from Golden Empress. Her life, in its usual organised chaos, now stood exposed to him through a doorway she had not meant to open. Lucien's eyes flicked over the mess with a faint lift of his brow. "Are you coming in, or should I continue this in the hall?" "You shouldn't be here." "That much is obvious. Yet here I stand." She stared at him until the silence started to grind. He never liked being ignored. That had once amused her. It had once made her reckless. Now it made her want to slam the door into his immaculate face. "Say what you came to say." "Straight to business." He tipped his head. "I missed that about you." "You missed nothing about me." Ptolemy made a sharp sound and darted behind a book pile. Lucien's gaze shifted to the flat interior once more, and something harder moved under the polish in his face. Not hurt. Not quite. Something buried deeper. "I need five minutes." Aurora laughed once, without humour. "You need a miracle." "You misunderstand. I have already purchased one. Expensive, inconvenient, and located three streets from here." She nearly told him to leave on reflex. Instead she stepped back just enough to let him in, because curiosity had always been her worst vice and because Lucien Moreau did not appear at a door unless something had gone wrong in a way that cost blood. He entered without haste, cane tapping once against the worn floorboards. He smelled faintly of bergamot, smoke, and something metallic beneath it, a scent she associated with dark rooms and things she had never asked him to name. He stopped near the kitchen table, taking in the books, the rolled parchment, the half-drunk mug by her elbow. "Still hoarding impossible facts in a one-bedroom flat." "Still dressing like a coffin with excellent tailoring." His smile flashed, brief and dangerous. It changed his face in a way she had once found infuriatingly beautiful. "I came for your assistance, not a fashion critique." "Then you came to the wrong door." "No." He set the cane against his leg. "I came to the only one that mattered." That landed between them. Hard. Aurora folded her arms. "Don't." "Don't what?" "Don't speak like you remember me." His amber eye tracked hers, unblinking. "I remember you very well." Her fingers tightened against her opposite sleeve. She kept her voice level by force. "Then you remember what happened the last time you stood in my doorway." Lucien's jaw moved once. He did not glance away. "I remember the last thing I said to you." "Convenient." "Pain has a tendency to sharpen memory." That old, wicked tenderness touched the edge of her temper. She crossed the room in two long steps and snatched the folded receipt from the table before she could do something worse, like reach for his throat or his mouth. "Whatever this is, it can go through a broker. Or a message. Or a funeral notice." "It already has gone through a broker." "Then why are you here?" His gaze dropped to the scrap of paper in her hand. "Because my broker's dead." The room seemed to tilt by a degree. Aurora did not move. "Who?" Lucien's mouth pressed into a line. He reached into his suit jacket and drew out a small envelope, cream-coloured and sealed with black wax. No crest. No initials. The paper looked old enough to have survived several betrayals. "Someone left this on my desk at midnight." "That tells me nothing." "It tells you I have an enemy with access to my home, my office, and my staff." He held the envelope between two fingers. "It also tells you the enemy knows your name." A chill worked up the back of her neck, quick and clean. "That's not possible." "Everything is possible, Rory. Some things simply take more effort." She hated the way he said her nickname now. Too soft. Too intimate. He had used it once in a kitchen full of smoke and wine, his mouth grazing the shell of her ear while he said he had no interest in women who could outthink him. He had said it with a smile. She had kissed him anyway. Ptolemy leapt onto the back of the sofa and fixed Lucien with a stare fit for a judge. Aurora took the envelope. The seal was cold against her thumb. "Open it." Lucien gave a slight incline of his head. "I had hoped you would." She broke the wax and slid out a single card. No letter. No note. Just thick white stock, edged in black. Her name sat in the centre in a hand that imitated elegance and failed. Under it, one line in smaller print. You keep bad company. Aurora turned the card over. On the back, ink had bled through from a sketch, crude but unmistakable, the outline of a crescent moon over a circle split by a jagged line. Her scar prickled as if someone had traced it with a fingernail. Lucien watched her face. "You recognise it." "No." "That was not an answer." "It was the only one you've earned." His expression shifted, almost imperceptibly. "Aurora." "No." She shoved the card against his chest. He did not take it. It pressed there, white against charcoal. "You don't get to come here, show me a symbol I don't like, and use my name like you're entitled to it." "You are involved." "I deliver noodles and carry boxes upstairs. That's the extent of my criminal empire." "Your wit has improved." "And yours has not." He let the card slide into his own palm at last. His fingers closed around it with measured care, as if he understood how close she stood to tearing something vital out of him. It annoyed her that he always knew how to stand still when she wanted movement. "Someone marked your flat." "My flat? Why would anyone mark my flat?" "Because they could not reach you elsewhere." She stared at him. "You don't know what you're talking about." "On the contrary." He stepped closer, just enough to alter the air between them. "I know exactly what I am talking about. The symbol belonged to a minor Avaros circle. They recruit through fear, extortion, and blood debts. They favour proximity." Aurora’s pulse gave a sharp, ugly kick. "Avaros," she repeated, quieter now. Lucien's black eye fixed on her with unnerving steadiness. "Yes." "And you expect me to believe that has nothing to do with you?" A flicker. There. A crack through the polished shell. "You always were better than that." "Am I?" She laughed again, this time with bite. "You vanish for months, then turn up on my doorstep with demon politics and a note that says I keep bad company. Forgive me if I don't throw roses." "You left first." Silence hit the room so hard Ptolemy stopped moving. Aurora felt the words strike somewhere old and raw. She did not look away from him. "You don't get to rewrite it." "I am not rewriting anything." "You walked out on me." His hand tightened around the cane. The ivory handle clicked against his ring. "You asked me to." She had not expected that. It hit with enough force to make her blink once, slowly. Her mouth opened. Closed. Lucien moved before she found her voice. He crossed to the window and looked down into the alley below, as though the view offered him mercy. It did not. The reflection in the glass cut him in half, amber and black, composed and cruel. "You were still bleeding that night," he said. "You had Evan's blood under your nails and a bruise on your throat. You said you needed space. You said you did not want me near you until you figured out how much of your life he had poisoned." Aurora's stomach turned. She had said it. She remembered the heat in her eyes, the shaking in her hands, the shame that had made her furious. She remembered Lucien standing in the doorway of a hotel room in Islington, suit torn at the cuff, looking at her like she had handed him a blade and asked him to cut out his own heart. "I said a lot of things." "You said enough." The memory lay between them, ugly and bright. Evan's name rarely entered her mind without leaving a stain. She had not expected Lucien to know anything except the shape of her retreat. She had not expected him to keep the wound open in his own silence. She hated that more than his accusation. She hated the part of herself that had needed him to leave and then resented him for obeying. Aurora moved to the table and braced both hands on the edge. "Why now?" Lucien turned from the window. "Because the man who delivered this lost his tongue before he lost his head." The room went still. Ptolemy hissed from the sofa. Aurora looked up sharply. "At your office?" "On the pavement outside it." "Christ." "More or less." She snatched the card back from his hand and read the symbol again. Her mind was already moving, rearranging memory, sorting detail. Old notes. Names. A contact in Camden who dealt in occult paper. The shape of a mark glimpsed in a margin of something Eva had dug up months ago. Lucien watched her think, and there it was, that familiar and infuriating stillness in him, the one that always made her feel both protected and cornered. "Do not tell me you recognise something else," he said. She looked up. "I recognise arrogance. Yours, for one." He gave a soft, humourless breath. "And the symbol?" "I've seen variants." "Where?" "Not in your hands." "Rory." She flinched at the warning in his tone, then hated herself for it. "Fine." She drew the map from under a stack of notes and slammed it flat on the table. "Eva's place. Last month. She had research on Avaros cult fragments, sigils, old London routes. One of the pages had a circle like this, only the break was on the left instead of the right." Lucien was at her side in an instant, his shoulder nearly brushing hers as he leaned over the map. The nearness of him made the room feel smaller, hotter, more treacherous. His cologne caught on her breath. She refused to step away. "Your friend researches supernatural circles now?" "She researches whatever keeps people like you from crawling out of the pavement and making a mess." "How flattering." "You love it." His head turned. Just enough for his gaze to pin hers. "Once, perhaps." The words landed low in her chest. Too low. Aurora reached for the kettle simply to have something to do. Her hand missed the handle on the first try. Lucien's fingers closed around the kettle before she could get it on the hob. Not touching her. Not quite. The gap between skin and skin felt worse. "Sit down," he said. "I don't take orders in my own flat." "That is unfortunate, because I have a second one." She looked at him. Lucien tilted his head towards the door behind her. "Lock it." She saw the change in him before she heard it, the minute shift in his body, the way his shoulders tightened beneath the expensive cloth. His gaze slid past her, to the corridor outside. To the landing. To something not yet visible. Aurora turned. Three hard knocks hammered through the door. Once. Twice. Then a fist, heavy and impatient, rattled the wood against its frame. A voice followed, muffled through the panel and carrying the wrong kind of cheer. "Open up, Rory. I know he's in there."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags12
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"She laughed again [again]"
dialogueSentences100
tagDensity0.12
leniency0.24
rawRatio0.083
effectiveRatio0.02
93.07% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2165
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"very"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
2
adverb"sharply"
count1
highlights
0"very"
1"slowly"
2"sharply"
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
67.67% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2165
totalAiIsms14
found
0
word"flicked"
count1
1
word"silence"
count3
2
word"the last thing"
count1
3
word"tenderness"
count1
4
word"chill"
count1
5
word"traced"
count1
6
word"measured"
count1
7
word"pulse"
count1
8
word"flicker"
count1
9
word"stomach"
count1
10
word"familiar"
count1
11
word"treacherous"
count1
highlights
0"flicked"
1"silence"
2"the last thing"
3"tenderness"
4"chill"
5"traced"
6"measured"
7"pulse"
8"flicker"
9"stomach"
10"familiar"
11"treacherous"
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
narrationSentences162
matches(empty)
98.77% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount3
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences162
filterMatches
0"think, feel"
1"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"started to"
1"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences250
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen44
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2165
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions18
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
82.93% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions48
wordCount1491
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity1.34
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Aurora14
Lucien20
Moreau2
London1
Golden1
Empress1
Ptolemy5
Silence1
Islington1
Camden1
Eva1
persons
0"Aurora"
1"Lucien"
2"Moreau"
3"Ptolemy"
4"Silence"
5"Eva"
places
0"London"
1"Golden"
2"Islington"
3"Camden"
globalScore0.829
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences101
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"looked like it always did, cramped and cr"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2165
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences250
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs146
mean14.83
std14.67
cv0.989
sampleLengths
027
138
25
32
46
58
645
73
85
93
1021
119
1264
1313
1412
154
168
1726
1813
196
2012
215
2237
234
245
254
2615
2747
2838
2919
308
318
3219
339
347
3516
365
375
382
396
4011
4114
4213
439
449
451
467
4740
4816
497
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences162
matches
0"being ignored"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs248
matches
0"was already moving"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences250
ratio0
matches(empty)
97.52% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1494
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount64
adverbRatio0.0428380187416332
lyAdverbCount13
lyAdverbRatio0.008701472556894244
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences250
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences250
mean8.66
std7.53
cv0.869
sampleLengths
027
17
28
323
45
52
66
78
88
912
107
1118
123
135
143
158
1613
175
184
1943
2021
2113
2212
234
248
2510
265
275
286
2913
306
317
325
335
3411
3519
362
372
383
394
405
414
4215
438
4439
4511
4627
4719
488
498
40.80% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats23
diversityRatio0.276
totalSentences250
uniqueOpeners69
95.24% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences140
matches
0"Instead she stepped back just"
1"Just thick white stock, edged"
2"Just enough for his gaze"
3"Then a fist, heavy and"
ratio0.029
17.14% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount71
totalSentences140
matches
0"His ivory cane rested against"
1"His platinum hair gleamed under"
2"She did not step aside."
3"His gaze lifted to hers"
4"He had only sharpened."
5"Her life, in its usual"
6"She stared at him until"
7"He never liked being ignored."
8"It had once made her"
9"He tipped his head"
10"She nearly told him to"
11"He entered without haste, cane"
12"He smelled faintly of bergamot,"
13"He stopped near the kitchen"
14"His smile flashed, brief and"
15"It changed his face in"
16"He set the cane against"
17"His amber eye tracked hers,"
18"Her fingers tightened against her"
19"She kept her voice level"
ratio0.507
6.43% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount127
totalSentences140
matches
0"The second deadbolt had barely"
1"His ivory cane rested against"
2"His platinum hair gleamed under"
3"She did not step aside."
4"Lucien's mouth curved, slow and"
5"Aurora kept one hand on"
6"The other still gripped the"
7"That felt too much like"
8"Ptolemy brushed his body against"
9"Lucien glanced down."
10"His gaze lifted to hers"
11"The bastard had not changed."
12"He had only sharpened."
13"Her life, in its usual"
14"Lucien's eyes flicked over the"
15"She stared at him until"
16"He never liked being ignored."
17"That had once amused her."
18"It had once made her"
19"He tipped his head"
ratio0.907
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount3
totalSentences140
matches
0"Now it made her want"
1"To the landing."
2"To something not yet visible."
ratio0.021
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences52
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"He had used it once in a kitchen full of smoke and wine, his mouth grazing the shell of her ear while he said he had no interest in women who could outthink him…"
1"His fingers closed around it with measured care, as if he understood how close she stood to tearing something vital out of him."
2"She remembered the heat in her eyes, the shaking in her hands, the shame that had made her furious."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags12
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags5
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"she repeated (repeat)"
1"She laughed again (laugh)"
dialogueSentences100
tagDensity0.05
leniency0.1
rawRatio0.4
effectiveRatio0.04
89.9854%