Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0A0X3Z9HJAE561N8RA84AV

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Duration:
15.9s
Cost:
$0.012326
Provider:
OpenAI

Model input

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 door barely finished opening before Lucien's cane tip slipped into the gap and stopped it cold. Rory kept her hand on the brass latch, fingers tight enough to ache. The corridor behind him smelled of damp brick, old curry, and someone’s bleach. In front of her, Lucien Moreau stood like he had stepped out of a different sort of life, all charcoal coat, pale hair, and that knife-edged composure he wore like a second skin. “Not dead, then.” His amber eye flicked over her face. The black one held still, unreadable. Rory stared at him for one hard beat. “That was your greeting? I thought you came to insult me properly.” His mouth moved. Not quite a smile. “I am warming up.” Ptolemy hissed from inside the flat. Lucien’s gaze slid past her shoulder to the cat perched on a pile of research notes. The tabby’s tail lashed over a spread of old newspaper clippings and a half-burnt candle. Books and scrolls crowded every flat surface in Eva’s place, forming a fortress of paper and ink, with the kettle balanced on a stack of legal pads like it belonged there. “Your guardian beast has excellent timing,” he said. “My guardian beast hates you.” “Good taste.” Rory opened the door wider, just enough for him to see she was not inviting him in so much as refusing to slam the door in his face. “You show up here without calling, after six months of silence, and that’s what you lead with?” “Six months and thirteen days.” Her stomach dropped in a small, ugly twist. Of course he kept count. Of course he did. She leaned one shoulder against the frame. “That makes it better, does it?” “No.” He glanced down the hall once, quick and sharp. “It makes it accurate.” The hall light from the landing caught the ivory handle of his cane. Too elegant. Too clean. Too much like a promise. Rory’s eyes snagged on it and on the narrow line at his wrist where cuff met skin, where black fabric covered whatever he had come here with tonight. “Why are you here, Lucien?” He lifted a cream envelope between two fingers. Heavy paper. No stamp. No return address. “I brought you something.” Rory did not take it. “You could have posted it.” “That would have been dull.” “Yeah? You’ve never minded dull when it saved you effort.” A muscle jumped once in his jaw. He moved the envelope closer. “Open the door.” Ptolemy let out a low, warning yowl. Rory looked at the cat, then at Lucien, then at the corridor behind him, because that was the problem with men like him. They never arrived with only one thing in their hands. They brought a packet of trouble and a reason she already knew she should refuse. She took the envelope, tore it open with her thumb, and tipped out a square of black card. No name. No message. Just a sigil pressed into the surface, a thin silver mark that caught the light and seemed to move when she looked at it directly. The skin between her shoulders tightened. Lucien watched her face. “You recognise it.” Rory gave the card a flat look, though her pulse had started to skitter. “I recognise enough things to know that one belongs in a bonfire.” “It came from a man who paid me a great deal of money to find you.” She laughed once, without humour. “You came here because someone hired you to?” “I came here because your name was on the paper.” The flat went quiet except for the hum of the fridge and Ptolemy’s disgruntled breathing. Rory’s fingers closed around the card until its edges bit into her palm. “Whose paper?” “Mine.” That landed like a fist to the ribs. She tipped her head. “That’s an odd confession.” “You prefer ordinary lies?” “Usually they come with a little more effort.” He looked past her again, not at the room this time but at the back window, the narrow strip of night beyond the filthy glass. “May I come in, or do you want to conduct this in the hall where anyone with a listening ear can enjoy it?” Rory should have shut the door. She knew that. She knew his face, his tricks, the way he moved things with just enough politeness to make the shove feel like a choice. She knew the pull that lived under her skin whenever he got within arm’s reach, a sick, bright thing that had never cared about good sense. Instead she stepped aside. Lucien entered with the same quiet control he did everything else, one hand on his cane, shoulders loose, gaze already mapping exits, windows, blind spots. He smelled faintly of cedar, expensive soap, and something darker beneath it, smoke or spice or the kind of heat that didn’t belong to any kitchen she knew. Ptolemy arched his back and stalked off the chair, affronted, his tail high like a question mark. “Charming welcome,” Lucien said. “He dislikes interlopers.” “I am wounded.” “You’ll survive.” The flat felt smaller with him in it. Books and notes pressed inward, as if the walls themselves had leaned closer to hear. Lucien took in the clutter in one slow sweep. Eva’s place had that feverish look it always did, evidence of a life turned upside down and then arranged into stacks. Open atlases. Cracked spines. A teacup full of pens. A sheet of paper covered in symbols Rory had copied from memory three nights earlier, just before she’d given up and stared at the ceiling until her eyes burned. His gaze lingered on the notes. “Still reading the wrong things in the wrong order, I see.” Rory set the sigil card on the table with careful fingers. “Still talking like you own the room, I see.” “I never owned rooms. Too many exits.” “Convenient for a coward.” That finally brought the smile. Not warm. Not amused. A flash of white teeth and something sharp underneath. “If I had been a coward, you would not have kept my number.” The air changed. Rory’s hand froze near the mug she had been reaching for. Her face remained still, but heat went straight up her neck, traitorous and immediate. She hated that he noticed. She hated more that he always had. “I blocked your number six months ago.” “And yet, here we are.” “Because you found the one loophole in my life and walked straight through it.” “Lovely of you to call yourself a loophole.” She moved around him to the kettle, putting her body in motion so she did not have to stand still and feel him standing there. The kitchen was little more than a strip of counters and one overworked hob. She filled the kettle at the sink, the tap rattling in the pipes. “You said someone paid you to find me,” she said. “Yes.” “And the paper you brought has your mark on it.” “Yes.” “Those are not answers.” His reflection hovered in the dark window above the sink, split by grime. “I wanted to see whether you were alone.” Rory turned sharply. “For what reason?” “Because the people asking after you have started using my name.” The kettle slipped in her hand and clunked against the sink. Water splashed over her wrist. She stared at him. “Say that again.” His eye line did not shift. “The card is a summons. It was left on my desk with a request. A polite one, which made it worse. They knew where to find me and they knew you would not answer directly if they came themselves.” “Who are they?” “I have not the slightest intention of giving you a name in a room with two windows, a shared wall, and a cat with excellent hearing.” Ptolemy paused mid-groom, ears angling towards Lucien. Rory let out a short breath through her nose. “You came into my flat. You don’t get to turn selective with paranoia.” “No, I do not.” He took one step closer to the table, not towards her, but enough to force the space between them into something deliberate. “The card bears a mark used by the court that collects debts from people who owe more than money.” Her stomach went cold. “Avaros.” Lucien’s black eye fixed on her. “Yes.” She stared at the sigil again. The silver line seemed to catch and hold the light, like a blade edge under water. The memory that surfaced with it came hard and unwanted, a corridor of soot-black stone, voices speaking in a language that had scraped her skin raw. She had not seen those marks in months. She had hoped she never would again. “You said my name was on the paper.” “It was.” “Whose paper?” He did not answer. Rory looked up. “Lucien.” Silence. Then, with visible reluctance, “Mine.” The kettle slipped from her hand and hit the sink with a metallic crack. Water ran in a bright stream over the draining board. Rory did not move to shut it off. She heard the sound like something breaking under the floorboards. “Your name,” she said, each word clipped and thin. “On a contract from Avaros.” “I did not sign it.” “You think that helps?” “It may keep you alive.” Rory barked out a laugh that had no humour in it. “That is such a charming line. You should embroider it on a pillow.” His mouth twitched once, but his expression tightened around the eyes. “Rory.” She hated the way he said it. Not soft. Not rough. Intentional. Like he had reached under her ribs and touched the part that still remembered the shape of his hands. “Don’t.” “Listen.” “No. You listen.” She jabbed a finger at the card on the table, then at him. “You turn up here after vanishing, bring me a cursed bit of stationery, and tell me some infernal debt-collector has your name on a piece of paper. I’m done with puzzles. Start talking.” His fingers tightened on the cane handle. “You should not be standing in front of that card.” “I’m not asking for concern.” “I am not offering it.” The honesty of that landed harder than any lie might have. Rory’s mouth went dry. Lucien reached into his coat with two fingers, slow enough not to startle, and drew out a second card. Same black stock. Same silver sigil. Only this one had a hairline fracture through the centre, as if something had split it from within. He laid it beside the first. “They sent two.” “Meaning?” “Meaning they did not expect the first to reach you.” Her skin prickled. “And the second?” His gaze sharpened on the room behind her, on the hall, on the thin sliver of visible corridor beyond the open door she had left unlatched in her panic. “The second is already here.” The lock on the front door clicked. Once. Then the deadbolt scraped. Ptolemy hissed, fur bursting along his spine. Rory turned so fast the chair legs screamed over the floorboards. The front door shuddered in its frame as something heavy hit it from the other side. Again. Harder this time. The chain snapped taut with a sharp metallic shriek. Lucien was already moving, cane in one hand, the other flat against the wall as he angled himself between Rory and the entrance. “Tell me that is one of yours.” Rory reached for the knife taped beneath the counter. “You think I have people?” The door buckled inward with a sound like a bone cracking. And then the first deadbolt tore free.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags7
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences84
tagDensity0.083
leniency0.167
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.41% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1931
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"sharply"
count1
highlights
0"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)
81.87% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1931
totalAiIsms7
found
0
word"flicked"
count1
1
word"unreadable"
count1
2
word"silence"
count2
3
word"stomach"
count2
4
word"pulse"
count1
highlights
0"flicked"
1"unreadable"
2"silence"
3"stomach"
4"pulse"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"stomach dropped/sank"
count1
highlights
0"stomach dropped"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences137
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences137
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"started to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences213
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen39
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1931
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
72.74% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions42
wordCount1359
uniqueNames5
maxNameDensity1.55
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Lucien12
Moreau1
Eva2
Rory21
Ptolemy6
persons
0"Lucien"
1"Moreau"
2"Rory"
3"Ptolemy"
places
0"Eva"
globalScore0.727
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences88
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
96.43% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords1.036
wordCount1931
matches
0"not at the room this time but at the back window, the narrow strip of night beyond the fil"
1"not towards her, but enough to force the space between them into something delibe"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences213
matches
0"hated that he"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs119
mean16.23
std17.27
cv1.064
sampleLengths
017
159
23
313
420
511
66
762
88
95
102
1145
125
1317
1413
1514
1650
175
1815
194
2010
215
2210
2315
247
2548
2618
2729
286
297
3026
3116
3213
3310
3428
352
361
3716
384
398
4048
4158
424
4353
4417
454
463
473
482
4991
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences137
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs213
matches
0"was not inviting"
1"was already moving"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences213
ratio0
matches(empty)
96.48% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1363
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount60
adverbRatio0.04402054292002935
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.00586940572267058
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences213
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences213
mean9.07
std7.62
cv0.84
sampleLengths
017
113
213
333
43
57
66
78
812
93
104
114
126
1316
1415
1531
168
175
182
1928
2017
215
228
235
244
257
266
2710
284
2913
302
312
325
3328
345
358
362
372
383
394
405
415
425
4310
447
455
463
477
4823
4910
41.63% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats18
diversityRatio0.3004694835680751
totalSentences213
uniqueOpeners64
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount8
totalSentences118
matches
0"Of course he kept count."
1"Of course he did."
2"Too much like a promise."
3"Just a sigil pressed into"
4"Instead she stepped aside."
5"Then, with visible reluctance,"
6"Only this one had a"
7"Then the deadbolt scraped."
ratio0.068
81.02% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount41
totalSentences118
matches
0"His amber eye flicked over"
1"His mouth moved."
2"Her stomach dropped in a"
3"She leaned one shoulder against"
4"He glanced down the hall"
5"He lifted a cream envelope"
6"He moved the envelope closer."
7"They never arrived with only"
8"They brought a packet of"
9"She took the envelope, tore"
10"She laughed once, without humour."
11"She tipped her head."
12"He looked past her again,"
13"She knew that."
14"She knew his face, his"
15"She knew the pull that"
16"He smelled faintly of cedar,"
17"His gaze lingered on the"
18"Her face remained still, but"
19"She hated that he noticed."
ratio0.347
27.80% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount102
totalSentences118
matches
0"The door barely finished opening"
1"Rory kept her hand on"
2"The corridor behind him smelled"
3"His amber eye flicked over"
4"The black one held still,"
5"Rory stared at him for"
6"His mouth moved."
7"Ptolemy hissed from inside the"
8"Lucien’s gaze slid past her"
9"The tabby’s tail lashed over"
10"Books and scrolls crowded every"
11"Rory opened the door wider,"
12"Her stomach dropped in a"
13"She leaned one shoulder against"
14"He glanced down the hall"
15"The hall light from the"
16"Rory’s eyes snagged on it"
17"He lifted a cream envelope"
18"Rory did not take it."
19"A muscle jumped once in"
ratio0.864
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences118
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences51
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"She knew the pull that lived under her skin whenever he got within arm’s reach, a sick, bright thing that had never cared about good sense."
1"He smelled faintly of cedar, expensive soap, and something darker beneath it, smoke or spice or the kind of heat that didn’t belong to any kitchen she knew."
2"The memory that surfaced with it came hard and unwanted, a corridor of soot-black stone, voices speaking in a language that had scraped her skin raw."
53.57% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags7
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"she said, each word clipped and thin"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags4
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences84
tagDensity0.048
leniency0.095
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
88.2981%