Run: 2026-03-18-01KM09TSHRNCKQQ8YTHAY7Z10X

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Duration:
16.0s
Cost:
$0.011406
Provider:
OpenAI

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4417" name="Tomás Herrera" aliases="Tommy, Tomás, Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Support"> <eyeColor>warm brown</eyeColor> <hair>short curly dark brown</hair> <height>5'10"</height> <age>29</age> <skinTone>olive skin</skinTone> <scar>scar running along his left forearm from a knife attack</scar> <medallion>Saint Christopher medallion around his neck</medallion> <birthplace>Seville, Spain</birthplace> <description>A former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique.</description> <backstory>Born in Seville, Spain. He moved to London to work for the NHS but lost his license after administering unauthorized treatments to supernatural patients.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> </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 thriller genre. A detective is pursuing a suspect through rain-soaked city streets at night. The chase takes them from the street level down into an underground market. The detective must decide whether to follow the suspect into unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territory. 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 man in the red coat slammed into a parked minicab and kept running. Quinn hit the pavement a heartbeat later, her shoulder taking the impact as she rounded the corner. Her shoes skidded on wet stone. A bus hissed past the junction, throwing a fan of dirty spray across her coat. The suspect glanced back, face slick with rain, mouth pulled tight in a grin that looked borrowed from something meaner than a man. “Don’t make this uglier than it is,” she shouted. He vaulted a low railing, boots striking a row of bins, and vanished into a narrow alley between a butcher’s shop and a shuttered vape parlour. Quinn cursed under her breath and went after him. The alley stank of old grease and piss. A neon sign from the street ahead bled green across brick, and the man’s red coat flashed once at the far end before he cut hard right. Quinn sprinted, breath sharp in her chest, hand brushing the weight of her sidearm. She caught a glimpse of his left hand as he ran, bare except for a bone-white token looped around his fingers on a frayed cord. A bone token. Her pulse gave a nasty little kick. He ducked through a half-open service gate and shouldered it wider with a thud of iron against iron. Quinn reached the gate a second too late and slammed her palm against the frame. Beyond it, a stairwell yawned down between concrete walls, the kind of forgotten access point the city left behind and then denied ever building. “Quinn!” She glanced over. A patrol car had braked hard at the mouth of the alley. Two uniforms spilled out, but they were already too far behind to matter. One of them called again, and she cut him off with a sharp slice of her hand. “Keep the street sealed.” “Where’s he gone?” “Down.” She took the stairs two at a time. The air changed fast. It lost the stink of traffic and took on something older, damp stone and burnt sugar and metal sharpened on a whetstone. Her boots rang on each step, the sound swallowed lower and lower until the stairwell gave way to a corridor lined with cracked tiles. Graffiti crawled across the walls, layered over old Transport for London signs and half-peeled warnings. Some of the tags looked recent. Others had no business existing in any place that still obeyed the laws of paint. At the corridor’s end, the suspect shoved through a heavy steel door marked with a dead CCTV sticker and disappeared into darkness. Quinn slowed just enough to listen. Voices. Low, clipped, overlapping. A burst of laughter. Then the scrape of crates and the rattle of chains. Underground market. She slipped her phone from her pocket, thumbed the screen on, and saw no signal at all. Of course. Nothing wanted to connect down here. She tucked it away and moved. The door opened into a vast space that had once belonged to the Tube and now belonged to nobody honest. Platform edges cut long black lines through the gloom. Temporary stalls crowded the old tracks, built from tarpaulin, scavenged timber and polished glass cabinets. Bare bulbs hung from stolen cable runs, their light tinted amber by grime and age. People moved through the aisles in dark coats and hooded layers, faces half-hidden, hands buried in pockets or wrapped around paper cups of bitter tea. A copper tang hung in the air beneath the reek of incense, wet wool and something medicinal enough to make her teeth ache. The suspect had already melted into the crowd. Quinn stepped down from the corridor and kept her shoulders loose, her expression hard. She watched the market instead of the people. That was the trick in places like this. The stalls told the truth first. On one table lay a nest of animal teeth strung with red thread. Next to it, glass vials caught the light, each one holding a different colour that didn’t belong in nature. A woman with silver rings on every finger traded a folded bundle of notes for a black candle sealed with wax the colour of bruises. Two men in tailored coats argued over a brass compass that spun on its own when one of them touched it. Quinn’s jaw tightened. “Lost, love?” The voice came from her left. A woman behind a stall of hanging charms leaned on her elbows and studied Quinn through a curtain of dangling beads. Her smile showed one gold tooth. “You’ve got the look.” “I’m looking for a man in a red coat.” “That narrows it down to six tonight.” “Bone token.” The woman’s smile thinned. Her hand stopped moving over a tray of carved trinkets. “Then you’re looking for trouble with money in its pockets.” “Which way?” The woman looked past Quinn, over her shoulder, to the crowd on the platform. Her gold tooth flashed when she spoke again. “Depends who’s asking and how much you hate your own neck.” Quinn slid a photo from her inside pocket and held it up. The suspect’s face, taken from a parking charge camera outside a warehouse in Hackney. “This man. Saw him run down here three minutes ago.” The woman’s eyes flicked to the picture. “That one. He dropped a line of fear behind him like breadcrumbs.” “Which way.” “Past the candle man. Under the old ad board. If he’s what I think he is, he’ll want the eastern tunnel.” Quinn folded the photo and put it away. “If you’re wrong, I’ll come back and ruin your evening.” The woman gave a short laugh. “If I’m wrong, you’ll be the one with less evening left to ruin.” Quinn moved on. The market pressed in around her. Somebody hawked a tin of powder that shimmered like crushed pearl. Another trader displayed a row of knives with handles wrapped in human hair, each blade tagged with handwritten warnings in a language she didn’t know. A boy no older than sixteen watched her pass with eyes too calm for his face, then tucked a little glass jar deeper into his sleeve. She caught a glimpse of red coat ahead, slipping between stalls near an old platform sign with half the letters burned away. “Oi.” He heard her. Of course he heard her. He broke into a run, shoving through a knot of buyers and sending a tray of dried herbs skittering across the floor. Someone shouted. A man swung a fist and missed. Quinn cut left, knocked a shoulder into a display of carved talismans, and kept moving. The suspect reached the end of the platform and vaulted a barricade of crates painted with runes in white chalk. Quinn followed, boots splashing through a shallow spill of something oily. Her hand closed on the top crate, fingers slipping, and she hauled herself over as a trio of voices rose behind her. “Not police.” “Look at the shoes.” “Leave it.” She dropped into a narrower passage that cut behind the stalls, a service route hemmed in by pipework and old brick. The suspect’s footsteps slapped ahead of her. He glanced over his shoulder again, and this time she saw his face full on. Young. Not panicked. Worse. Focused. The kind of look that came with purpose. He reached a junction where three tunnels split, and he didn’t hesitate. Right. Quinn guessed left, then heard the scrape of his shoe on damp concrete to her right and pivoted hard enough to strain her knee. He laughed once, breathless, and disappeared through a chain curtain that hung over another opening. She pushed through after him. A circle of masked figures stood around a long table lit by hurricane lamps. No one moved when Quinn burst in. Not a flinch. Not a blink. The table held rolled maps, a row of silver needles, and a bowl full of something dark and glossy that reflected the light like still water. The suspect shot through the room and ripped a leather-bound ledger from beneath one arm of the table. Quinn saw the title stamped into the cover in faded gold leaf. Her quarry slammed his shoulder into a side door and vanished. One of the masked figures lifted a hand. “That is not for you.” Quinn levelled her gaze at the speaker. Tall, thin, expensive gloves. Voice male. “Then you should have locked it.” “Detective Harlow Quinn,” he said, with the calm delight of someone saying a familiar poison’s name. “You’ve got a reputation.” She kept her eyes on the ledger. “And you’ve got twelve seconds before I decide this is my jurisdiction.” A murmur ran around the table. One of the figures reached for a knife. Quinn shifted her stance. Military straight, shoulders square, knees loose. The room did not need a lecture, it needed a message. “Sit down,” she said. The gloved man tilted his head. “You came alone.” “I came armed.” “That’s not quite the same thing, is it?” Quinn heard movement beyond the side door. The suspect had not gotten far. She saw the opening, then the obstacle. One room of strangers in masks and an exit held by a man with poor judgement and a sharp object. “Move.” No one did. She went for the nearest lamp. Glass burst across the table in a shower of sparks and oil. The room erupted. Chairs scraped. Someone swore. One figure lunged and Quinn drove an elbow into the side of his throat, then slammed her forearm across his wrist and sent the knife spinning into the floor. A second one grabbed at her coat. She twisted, caught the wrist, and used his momentum to hurl him into the wall hard enough to rattle the pipework. Then she was through the side door, heart hammering, boots skidding on a sloped concrete ramp that spiralled down into colder dark. The suspect stood at the bottom beside a broad metal gate. Not a gate, a lift cage, ancient and patched and fitted with a panel of chipped brass buttons. He looked back once, the ledger tucked under one arm, the bone token now clenched in his fist. “You’re too late, Detective.” Quinn descended the ramp fast, one hand on the rail, the other reaching for her weapon. “Book on the floor. Hands where I can see them.” His smile flickered. “You have no idea what this place sells.” “I’m not buying.” A shriek rolled through the tunnel behind her. The masked room had found its courage. Good. She had seen enough. He slapped the bone token against the lift panel. Nothing happened. He swore, short and ugly. Quinn caught that, and the shape of his panic changed. Not fear of arrest. Fear of being trapped. The gate shuddered. Something massive moved on the other side. The suspect’s eyes widened. Quinn turned with him, following the vibration through the iron. The lift cage jerked once, then the bolts holding the gate to the shaft groaned like strained bone. A wet scraping noise came up from below, slow and deliberate, as if a nail dragged against the inside of a coffin lid. Nobody spoke. The metal gate buckled outward with a deafening crack, and a hand, all black, knuckled and far too long, punched through the slats from the darkness beneath.
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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)
dialogueSentences37
tagDensity0.081
leniency0.162
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1883
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
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)
78.76% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1883
totalAiIsms8
found
0
word"weight"
count1
1
word"pulse"
count1
2
word"gloom"
count1
3
word"flicked"
count1
4
word"shimmered"
count1
5
word"footsteps"
count1
6
word"familiar"
count1
7
word"flickered"
count1
highlights
0"weight"
1"pulse"
2"gloom"
3"flicked"
4"shimmered"
5"footsteps"
6"familiar"
7"flickered"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
1
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"eyes widened"
1"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences153
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences153
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences187
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen29
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1883
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions4
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
66.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions33
wordCount1671
uniqueNames6
maxNameDensity1.44
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Transport1
London1
Tube1
Quinn24
Hackney1
One5
persons
0"Quinn"
1"One"
places
0"London"
1"Tube"
2"Hackney"
globalScore0.782
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences112
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1883
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences187
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs84
mean22.42
std23.32
cv1.04
sampleLengths
014
161
29
335
474
53
67
757
81
945
104
113
121
138
1486
1522
166
1718
182
1931
20107
218
2236
2378
243
252
2637
279
287
292
3024
312
3222
3311
3436
3519
362
3721
3818
3919
403
4168
4222
431
4454
4553
462
474
482
4956
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences153
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs279
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences187
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1676
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"Tall, thin, expensive gloves."
adverbCount47
adverbRatio0.028042959427207637
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.0011933174224343676
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences187
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences187
mean10.07
std7.35
cv0.73
sampleLengths
014
117
26
315
423
59
626
79
88
927
1014
1125
123
137
1418
1515
1624
171
183
1912
2013
2117
224
233
241
258
264
2722
2824
2915
306
3115
3222
336
341
353
364
3710
382
3917
402
416
426
4320
449
4515
4615
4725
4823
498
58.65% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats2
diversityRatio0.3582887700534759
totalSentences187
uniqueOpeners67
73.53% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences136
matches
0"Then the scrape of crates"
1"Of course he heard her."
2"Then she was through the"
ratio0.022
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount35
totalSentences136
matches
0"Her shoes skidded on wet"
1"He vaulted a low railing,"
2"She caught a glimpse of"
3"Her pulse gave a nasty"
4"He ducked through a half-open"
5"She glanced over."
6"She took the stairs two"
7"It lost the stink of"
8"Her boots rang on each"
9"She slipped her phone from"
10"She tucked it away and"
11"She watched the market instead"
12"Her smile showed one gold"
13"Her hand stopped moving over"
14"Her gold tooth flashed when"
15"She caught a glimpse of"
16"He heard her."
17"He broke into a run,"
18"Her hand closed on the"
19"She dropped into a narrower"
ratio0.257
48.24% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount112
totalSentences136
matches
0"The man in the red"
1"Quinn hit the pavement a"
2"Her shoes skidded on wet"
3"A bus hissed past the"
4"The suspect glanced back, face"
5"He vaulted a low railing,"
6"Quinn cursed under her breath"
7"The alley stank of old"
8"A neon sign from the"
9"Quinn sprinted, breath sharp in"
10"She caught a glimpse of"
11"A bone token."
12"Her pulse gave a nasty"
13"He ducked through a half-open"
14"Quinn reached the gate a"
15"She glanced over."
16"A patrol car had braked"
17"She took the stairs two"
18"The air changed fast."
19"It lost the stink of"
ratio0.824
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences136
matches(empty)
ratio0
91.84% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences70
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"The suspect glanced back, face slick with rain, mouth pulled tight in a grin that looked borrowed from something meaner than a man."
1"Somebody hawked a tin of powder that shimmered like crushed pearl."
2"He laughed once, breathless, and disappeared through a chain curtain that hung over another opening."
3"Then she was through the side door, heart hammering, boots skidding on a sloped concrete ramp that spiralled down into colder dark."
4"A wet scraping noise came up from below, slow and deliberate, as if a nail dragged against the inside of a coffin lid."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags3
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags3
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"she shouted (shout)"
dialogueSentences37
tagDensity0.081
leniency0.162
rawRatio0.333
effectiveRatio0.054
90.3890%