Run: 2026-03-18-01KM09MMM2JPJTG5JRTHC55NZ4

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Duration:
18.5s
Cost:
$0.001656
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Mistral

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System
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 black cab’s engine coughed and died two streets away from the park entrance. Rory killed the lights before she noticed. The scars on her wrists ached, phantom echo of the cocktail of oxy and whisky she’d drunk two hours ago in a Brixton flat she’d never visit again. Three more weeks, the bottle had promised, and then the withdrawals wouldn’t turn her stomach inside out every dawn. That was why she’d finally flushed the last strip. That, and the dreams—velvety things that unspooled when she closed her eyes: a crimson pendant pulsing like a second heart. She shouldered her delivery backpack, the one with the Globe-Trotter patch half-peeled off, and stepped into the cool London night. Clouds had eaten the moon whole. The glow of Wandsworth’s sodium lamps bled orange and yellow across the wet tarmac, turning the pavement into a dirty watercolour. Richmond Park sprawled ahead, a void cut by skeletal oaks. No one came here after nine. The Heathrow flight path hummed overhead once every ninety seconds—soundtrack of insomnia. Rory’s boots hit the gravel path with a crunch no bigger than a question mark. A voice called from the dark before she could feel the cold proper. “You’re late.” She spun, knees bent, arms tense. No one. The voice had come from everywhere and nowhere, pitched low, something layered under it like a second layer of tape. It wasn’t Eva’s nasal Cardiff lilt, wasn’t the cockney whine of the bar regulars who thought her name was Rory Lee. Just… wrong. “Show yourself.” Silence answered. Then the whisper again, nearer, like wind through a keyhole. “Turn back.” The pendant beneath her shirt suddenly radiated heat against her sternum. The pulse ran wicked fast—once, twice, three times—then smoothed out, leaving a bruised sensation behind. The thing pulsed like it was scared of something deeper inside the park. Rory exhaled through her teeth. Consequence of quitting the pills: every strange ache read as a heart attack now. Maybe it was paranoia. Maybe she’d knelt on a wasp earlier and the venom hadn’t worn off. Logic didn’t quiet the prickle on her nape. She walked. The gravel crunched too loud, irregular. Each step echoed back as two. One for her, one for someone walking beside her she didn’t dare glance at. The air smelled of wet moss and something older, like iron and crushed bone. No jasmine or night-blooming stock—just earth and rust. The Fae Grove should have smelt of wildflowers year-round according to Eva’s lore-bible she’d stolen offeb’s shelf. This wasn’t it. The standing stones appeared without warning. Four squat oaks, their bark dark as bruises, arranged in a rough circle. The gaps between them didn’t look like gaps; they pulsed faintly, like swollen eyelids. Rory’s phone showed zero signal. That wasn’t news—she’d turned it off before leaving the flat after Eva’s third, frantic voicemail: “Come to the Grove alone. Bring the stone. They’re awake.” No address, no map, just a voice stretched thin over a bad line. She knelt. The backpack dropped beside her. The Heartstone glowed visible even through her shirt, faint crimson tide inside the gem. It flared once more when she pulled it free. A low, wet clicking started beyond the stones—teeth getting ready. “Eva?” Rory’s voice cracked. “If this is a joke—” The clicking stopped. Then laughter, high and wet, like a child who’d discovered a new game. It came from everywhere. Rory’s diaphragm locked. She forced herself to breathe, shallow counts—4-2-6, the rhythm the counsellor had drilled into her before she deleted the calendar invite. A shape detached from the western oak. Tall—too tall—limbs too long, knees bending the wrong way. Its skin was the colour of bronze that had been left in the rain. No eyes, only slits that wept a clear fluid that steamed on the ground. Its mouth was a lipless gash full of needle teeth that clicked like castanets. Rory’s muscles remembered what her brain refused. She bolted. Branches whipped her arms, but she barely felt the sting. The thing behind her outran the sound of fossilised leaves; she could hear its breath, a phlegmy rasp. Her lungs ignited. The park was a labyrinth mapped in darkness; every turn hit another wall of blackthorn. She’d taken delivery rounds up here in daylight—never at night. Richmond Park wasn’t a place; it was a set for horror films. Her boot caught a root. She hit the loam face-first. Dirt crammed her mouth. The backpack’s flap burst open. Energy drink cans rolled out, clinking. The pendant skittered a metre away, its glow painting the ivy in blood. The laughter returned, closer. Rory grabbed the pendant. The contact seared—sharp as holding a live wire. The stone flared blindingly. Green light erupted from the pendant like a second sun, burning mist wherever it touched. The creature shrieked; a noise like tearing silk. Its form flickered, melted between tree and memory. Then silence. Rory’s hand shook, holding the relic up like a cross against vampires. The air tasted of ozone and burnt sugar. The standing stones stood innocent again, no gaps, no pulsing. The night felt normal—British, damp, London-normal. A streetlamp leaked amber onto her path. Somewhere a fox cried once, innocent. She panted, ribs scalding. The pendant’s glow had dimmed, but still breathed. Rory clipped it back under her shirt. Pain flared in her wrist—old scar sliced open afresh, thin bloom of red against the tattoo of faded ink from last summer’s drunken night in Margate. A twig snapped to her left. She whipped round. Nothing. Then a sound like paper tearing—pages flicked open, too fast. Words formed against the dark: *Eva did not tell you the whole price.* The book of minutes fluttered again. Pages stuck together with something darker than ink. Rory’s vision swam. Eva’s voice, faint, from across the phone: *Rory, it changes you*. The knowledge settled in her gut like a stone. She hadn’t come for answers. She’d come because the pendant hummed in her pocket the night Eva vanished from her Notting Hill flat. No note, no body, no prints on the fire escape ladder—just the pendant left on Eva’s pillow, still warm. Cold realisation braided itself with panic. The pendant wasn’t a gift; it called to her because it recognised kindred blood. Eva had been something else before she met Rory—something older than generation-old Welsh families. Her left wrist bled in two fresh lines—mirror of the crescent scar from childhood. The scar Isa had kissed better every heartbreak since puberty. The pendant pulsed once, slowly, like a heartbeat. “Don’t tell me I’m hungry,” Rory whispered. A chorus of whispers answered. They came from inside the stones this time, inside her bones, from the depths of her own throat. The Heartstone grew warmer, pulling her forward—not north, not south, but straight into the ring of oaks. Her foot crossed the threshold. Time hiccuped. The night sky above the stones smoothed into indigo velvet. Stars rearranged themselves into constellations that didn’t exist on earth. The oaks thickened into guardians, bark splitting open into mouths that didn’t scream. The laughter returned, wrapped around her like a noose. Behind her, the modern park remained—empty, peaceful, unaware. She was no longer Rory Carter, delivery witch with a scarred wrist and bad taste in men. She was Aurore Lalia Carter, and the pendant had woken her. And something outside the stones was waiting.
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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)
dialogueSentences7
tagDensity0.429
leniency0.857
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
92.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1250
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"suddenly"
1"slowly"
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)
28.00% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1250
totalAiIsms18
found
0
word"echo"
count1
1
word"stomach"
count1
2
word"could feel"
count1
3
word"lilt"
count1
4
word"silence"
count2
5
word"whisper"
count1
6
word"pulse"
count1
7
word"pulsed"
count3
8
word"echoed"
count1
9
word"silk"
count1
10
word"flickered"
count1
11
word"flicked"
count1
12
word"fluttered"
count1
13
word"depths"
count1
14
word"velvet"
count1
highlights
0"echo"
1"stomach"
2"could feel"
3"lilt"
4"silence"
5"whisper"
6"pulse"
7"pulsed"
8"echoed"
9"silk"
10"flickered"
11"flicked"
12"fluttered"
13"depths"
14"velvet"
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
emotionTells3
narrationSentences124
matches
0"was scared"
1"felt the sting"
2"f with panic"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences124
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences128
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen39
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans2
markdownWords12
totalWords1228
ratio0.01
matches
0"Eva did not tell you the whole price."
1"Rory, it changes you"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions5
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions49
wordCount1201
uniqueNames23
maxNameDensity1.33
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Eva"
discoveredNames
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Globe-Trotter1
London2
Wandsworth1
Park2
Heathrow1
Eva8
Cardiff1
Rory16
Lee1
Fae1
Grove1
Heartstone2
British1
London-normal1
Margate1
Notting1
Hill1
Welsh1
Isa1
Carter2
Aurore1
Lalia1
persons
0"Wandsworth"
1"Eva"
2"Rory"
3"Lee"
4"Heartstone"
5"Isa"
6"Carter"
7"Lalia"
places
0"Brixton"
1"London"
2"Park"
3"Cardiff"
4"Fae"
5"Grove"
6"Margate"
7"Notting"
8"Hill"
globalScore0.834
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences90
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
37.13% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords1.629
wordCount1228
matches
0"not north, not south, but straight into the ring of oaks"
1"not south, but straight into the ring of oaks"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences128
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs44
mean27.91
std24.41
cv0.875
sampleLengths
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215
313
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551
62
712
82
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1044
112
1268
1376
1440
159
1644
177
1851
199
2068
215
2233
234
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252
2649
2745
286
2927
3037
315
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3334
3432
357
365
3735
385
392
4042
418
4228
437
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences124
matches
0"been left"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs205
matches
0"was waiting"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount22
semicolonCount6
flaggedSentences24
totalSentences128
ratio0.188
matches
0"That, and the dreams—velvety things that unspooled when she closed her eyes: a crimson pendant pulsing like a second heart."
1"The Heathrow flight path hummed overhead once every ninety seconds—soundtrack of insomnia."
2"The pulse ran wicked fast—once, twice, three times—then smoothed out, leaving a bruised sensation behind."
3"No jasmine or night-blooming stock—just earth and rust."
4"The gaps between them didn’t look like gaps; they pulsed faintly, like swollen eyelids."
5"That wasn’t news—she’d turned it off before leaving the flat after Eva’s third, frantic voicemail: “Come to the Grove alone. Bring the stone. They’re awake.” No address, no map, just a voice stretched thin over a bad line."
6"A low, wet clicking started beyond the stones—teeth getting ready."
7"She forced herself to breathe, shallow counts—4-2-6, the rhythm the counsellor had drilled into her before she deleted the calendar invite."
8"Tall—too tall—limbs too long, knees bending the wrong way."
9"The thing behind her outran the sound of fossilised leaves; she could hear its breath, a phlegmy rasp."
10"The park was a labyrinth mapped in darkness; every turn hit another wall of blackthorn."
11"She’d taken delivery rounds up here in daylight—never at night."
12"Richmond Park wasn’t a place; it was a set for horror films."
13"The contact seared—sharp as holding a live wire."
14"The creature shrieked; a noise like tearing silk."
15"The night felt normal—British, damp, London-normal."
16"Pain flared in her wrist—old scar sliced open afresh, thin bloom of red against the tattoo of faded ink from last summer’s drunken night in Margate."
17"Then a sound like paper tearing—pages flicked open, too fast."
18"No note, no body, no prints on the fire escape ladder—just the pendant left on Eva’s pillow, still warm."
19"The pendant wasn’t a gift; it called to her because it recognised kindred blood."
20"Eva had been something else before she met Rory—something older than generation-old Welsh families."
21"Her left wrist bled in two fresh lines—mirror of the crescent scar from childhood."
22"The Heartstone grew warmer, pulling her forward—not north, not south, but straight into the ring of oaks."
23"Behind her, the modern park remained—empty, peaceful, unaware."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1231
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount49
adverbRatio0.039805036555645816
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.005686433793663688
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences128
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences128
mean9.59
std6.19
cv0.645
sampleLengths
014
17
228
319
49
520
620
76
821
910
106
1112
1215
1313
142
156
162
1720
1821
191
201
212
222
2310
242
2511
2615
2713
285
2914
304
3113
328
332
346
356
3614
3714
388
3917
403
416
4213
4314
445
4538
462
475
4814
499
48.44% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.3515625
totalSentences128
uniqueOpeners45
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount6
totalSentences113
matches
0"Then the whisper again, nearer,"
1"Maybe it was paranoia."
2"Maybe she’d knelt on a"
3"Then laughter, high and wet,"
4"Somewhere a fox cried once,"
5"Then a sound like paper"
ratio0.053
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount22
totalSentences113
matches
0"She shouldered her delivery backpack,"
1"She spun, knees bent, arms"
2"It wasn’t Eva’s nasal Cardiff"
3"It flared once more when"
4"It came from everywhere."
5"She forced herself to breathe,"
6"Its skin was the colour"
7"Its mouth was a lipless"
8"Her lungs ignited."
9"She’d taken delivery rounds up"
10"Her boot caught a root."
11"She hit the loam face-first."
12"Its form flickered, melted between"
13"She panted, ribs scalding."
14"She whipped round."
15"She hadn’t come for answers."
16"She’d come because the pendant"
17"Her left wrist bled in"
18"They came from inside the"
19"Her foot crossed the threshold."
ratio0.195
39.65% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount95
totalSentences113
matches
0"The black cab’s engine coughed"
1"Rory killed the lights before"
2"The scars on her wrists"
3"That was why she’d finally"
4"That, and the dreams—velvety things"
5"She shouldered her delivery backpack,"
6"Clouds had eaten the moon"
7"The glow of Wandsworth’s sodium"
8"Richmond Park sprawled ahead, a"
9"The Heathrow flight path hummed"
10"Rory’s boots hit the gravel"
11"A voice called from the"
12"She spun, knees bent, arms"
13"The voice had come from"
14"It wasn’t Eva’s nasal Cardiff"
15"The pendant beneath her shirt"
16"The pulse ran wicked fast—once,"
17"The thing pulsed like it"
18"Rory exhaled through her teeth."
19"Consequence of quitting the pills:"
ratio0.841
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences113
matches(empty)
ratio0
93.60% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences58
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"That, and the dreams—velvety things that unspooled when she closed her eyes: a crimson pendant pulsing like a second heart."
1"It wasn’t Eva’s nasal Cardiff lilt, wasn’t the cockney whine of the bar regulars who thought her name was Rory Lee."
2"Then laughter, high and wet, like a child who’d discovered a new game."
3"Its mouth was a lipless gash full of needle teeth that clicked like castanets."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags3
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
7.14% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags1
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Rory whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences7
tagDensity0.143
leniency0.286
rawRatio1
effectiveRatio0.286
80.9763%