Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0AKWV7AVDZCG587JQ4CGEP

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Duration:
15.2s
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$0.012914
Provider:
OpenAI

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Mystery 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="4414" name="Eva Kowalski" aliases="Eva, Evie" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Best Friend"> <eyeColor>green</eyeColor> <hair>curly red</hair> <height>5'4"</height> <age>26</age> <glasses>round glasses</glasses> <satchel>worn leather satchel full of books</satchel> <freckles>freckled complexion</freckles> <nervousHabit>tucking hair behind her left ear</nervousHabit> <description>Aurora's childhood friend and an occult researcher.</description> <backstory>Moved to London two years before Aurora and works as a research assistant at the British Museum's restricted archives. She holds a master's degree in Ancient History from Oxford.</backstory> </character> <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> <item id="2004" name="Veil Compass" aliases="the Compass, shadow compass" type="Tool" origin="The Veil Market"> <casingMaterial>small brass compass</casingMaterial> <faceMarkings>face etched with protective sigils</faceMarkings> <needle>points toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal</needle> <patina>casing has a patina of verdigris</patina> <creator>crafted by a Shade artisan</creator> <description>A compass attuned to supernatural energy.</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 mystery genre. A detective arrives at a crime scene in an unusual location. Something is wrong — the evidence doesn't add up. A colleague is present, offering a different interpretation. Through careful observation and deduction, the detective begins to see what others have missed. 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
"Keep your hands where I can see them." Detective Harlow Quinn stepped through the cordon and ignored the constable’s flinch. Her worn leather watch sat heavy on her left wrist, ticking against the pulse in her skin as she ducked under the barrier tape. The air down there carried a rotten-sweet stink, incense and old drainage and something metallic beneath it. A line of lanterns cast a sickly amber sheen over the tiled tunnel, and the abandoned station beyond it had turned into a nest of stalls, tarps, and iron cages. One of the market’s stone-faced traders lay sprawled beside a shuttered apothecary booth, his throat opened from ear to ear. Quinn crouched, one knee cracking against the concrete, and held two fingers near the wound without touching it. Blood had soaked into the collar of a dark coat and pooled in the grooves between the station tiles. Too much for a street cutting. Too little for a clean kill. "Detective Quinn." A voice cut through the low mutter of uniforms and the scrape of camera legs. "Glad you could drag yourself into the underworld." Harlow turned. Detective Sergeant Alistair Vale stood near the ticket barriers, hands shoved into his coat pockets, his tie loosened and his expression already bored with the dead. He had the pale, pinched look of a man who had spent two days drinking bad coffee and calling that diligence. "Vale." His gaze flicked over her, lingering on the notebook in her hand. "You look like you took a wrong turn into a goth convention." "Funny. You here to help, or to ruin the scene with that mouth of yours?" He stepped closer and stopped beside the body. "You're missing the obvious. Snuffing one of their own solves half our problem. Market clears, evidence disappears, everyone lies, we go home." Quinn lifted her eyes to the dead trader’s hands. "Then explain the hands." Vale folded his arms. "What about them?" She pointed. The corpse’s right hand clutched a bone token so tightly that the knuckles had split around it. The left hand lay open, palm up, fingers curled inwards as if he had reached for something and never made contact. "He was carrying access," she said. "No one dies with entry in their fist unless they got it out at the end." Vale snorted. "Or he panicked. The whole place goes feral when blue lights show up." "The market’s underground, not stupid." "That’s news to half the people in this city." Quinn ignored him and leaned in. The dead man’s eyes stared at the ceiling tiles, but the pupils sat tiny, pinched hard by something that had hit him before the blood loss did. No bruising around the mouth. No defensive cuts on the forearms. His cuffs had pulled back enough to show pale skin marked with a ring of black ash around the wrist. She touched the cuff with the back of one finger. The ash rubbed loose. Vale watched her. "You’ve got that face." "What face?" "The one that says the rest of us are idiots." She looked up at the sign above the shuttered booth. Alchemical tinctures, moon salts, tooth powders, all painted in faded gold. Beside the lettering, someone had scratched a symbol into the enamel, a spiral cut through by a single line. Recent. The gouge still gleamed. "Who found him?" "A trader called Marek. Claims he came down for a meeting and found the place like this." Vale jerked his chin towards the platform. "Claims he saw someone running. Black coat. Hood up. Says it was one of yours." "Mine?" "Police. Human. Choose the adjective." Quinn stood and scanned the station. The Veil Market sprawled through the old platform like a clandestine city built out of theft and superstition. Stalls leaned against tiled pillars. Chains hung with drying herbs, charms, teeth, glass bottles filled with pale fluids. Beyond the body, a stall selling charms made of bent silver fingers had been half tipped over. A rack of hand mirrors lay shattered, each shard catching the lantern light and throwing it back in sharp, nervous flashes. She turned to the nearest constable. "Witnesses?" "Several, ma'am. None of them agree on anything." "Convenient." "Their stories are changing," Vale said. "I told them not to contaminate each other, but you know how these people are." Quinn’s stare moved to him. "These people?" He gave a small shrug. "You know exactly what I mean." She did know. She also knew the dead man’s throat had not been cut by any human blade she trusted. A narrow alley of stalls ran off the platform towards a closed curtain of black velvet. Quinn followed the blood trail there. It did not trail, not properly. It dotted. One drop here, another there, then a smear where someone had dragged the corpse or where the body had jerked after the wound opened. On the canvas wall beside the velvet curtain, she found a handprint in blood, fingers spread wide. Then she found a second mark beneath it. Not blood. Soot. She squatted and touched the floor. Fine grey grit clung to the cracks between the tiles, and the texture bit her fingertip like ground bone. She lifted her hand and rubbed the ash between finger and thumb. It smelled faintly of church candles left too long in a crypt. Vale glanced over her shoulder. "Found something?" "Less than I want." "That bad, is it?" She stood and looked past him to the shuttered main tunnel. A pair of officers kept the crowd back. Traders and dealers and the market’s assorted parasites gathered in pockets of suspicion, their whispers running through the station like mice through wallboards. Nobody met her eye for long. "Who sealed the market?" she asked. Vale blinked once. "No one sealed it. We arrived, cordoned off the area, and waited for you lot to stop treating homicide like theatre." "Then why are the exits clear?" He turned to look. The passageways leading out of the platform were open, unblocked, too neat. No toppled crates, no deadlocks, no broken barriers. For a place full of panicked smugglers and terrified opportunists, it looked curated. Quinn pointed with her pen. "If this had started in the market, those exits would be a mess. Somebody would have shoved carts, broken shelves, dropped goods. Instead, the walkway’s clean." Vale frowned, then shot a look along the platform. "Could be because they ran through the other side." "The other side where?" He gestured vaguely. "Back corridors. Staff tunnels. Whatever the hell they call them down here." "The traders call them nothing because they don’t exist on any plan." One of the market folk, a thin woman with catlike eyes and a silver hoop through one nostril, edged closer to the tape. Her gloved hands shook around a paper cup. She spoke without looking directly at Quinn. "He didn’t die here." Vale gave a short laugh. "Well, that narrows it down to every body in London." Quinn turned to the woman. "Tell me what you saw." The woman’s eyes flicked to Vale, then back to Quinn. "Nothing. Not properly. I heard the bell first." "Bell?" Vale said. The woman swallowed. "A small one. Brass, I think. A little ding, like a pet collar. Then the lights went low. Not out. Low. After that, everyone started staring at the wrong corners." Quinn’s pen stilled. "Wrong corners." The woman nodded once. "You know. The places where nothing stands until something wants to." Vale’s mouth tightened. "That’s helpful." "It’s more helpful than your usual contributions," Quinn said. She faced the woman again. "Did anyone leave with him?" The woman licked her lips. "A man in a dark coat. No face. Or I couldn’t keep it. He held something brass in his hand." Vale raised an eyebrow. "Face no-face, brass in hand. We’re really cooking now." Quinn stepped away before irritation sharpened her voice. She moved to the dead man again and looked at the blood on the floor from another angle. The drops formed a thin line towards the shuttered apothecary booth, but not from the body. From somewhere behind it. She went around the booth. The narrow space behind it smelled of vinegar, mildew, and hot electrical wire. A broken crate lay smashed in the corner. On the wall, someone had painted a symbol in black tar. The same spiral, cut by the same line. Below it sat a brass compass. Small. Worn. Verdigris crusted the casing, and protective sigils ringed the face. The needle spun once, twice, then settled hard towards the east wall. Vale saw it and stepped in beside her. "That yours?" "Not remotely." "Then don't touch it." Quinn ignored him and took the compass in her gloved hand. The metal felt cold enough to sting through the leather. The needle jumped, then locked again, pointing past the wall and into the service passage behind the booth. She looked at the wall itself. Old tiles, grime, water damage. Nothing unusual, except the mortar along one seam had been disturbed. Fresh dust clung to the edges in a pale line. Someone had moved the panel. "Get a torch." Vale gave her a flat look. "You are aware this is a crime scene, not your private hobby cave." "Now." A constable handed over a lamp. Quinn pressed the beam to the seam and traced the line down. At knee height, a notch had been cut into the tile. Not with a blade. With something blunt and heavy. She ran her fingertips along the edge, then smiled without warmth. "Well, that’s insolent." Vale peered in. "What is?" "This wasn’t a murder. It was a removal." "Of what?" Quinn pointed at the wall. "Of a door no one wants listed in the paperwork." She hooked a fingernail into the notch and pulled. A hidden panel shifted with a damp scrape. The smell that came out hit them both at once, stale water, candle wax, and the sharp, clean bite of ozone. Behind the panel, a narrow stair cut down into darkness. One of the constables muttered, "No one mentioned that." "Of course not," Vale said. "Because this day needed another surprise." Quinn slipped through the gap before anyone could object. The passage tightened around her shoulders as she descended. The compass pulsed faintly in her hand, the needle dragging harder the deeper she went. The walls here wore old concrete skin and someone’s newer rituals, chalk circles over flaking paint, salt packed into cracks, a smear of something dark and resinous across the lower step. Halfway down, she stopped. A smear of blood crossed the stair. Then another, then a line of it dragged towards a low door at the bottom. The blood did not drip from the steps above. It had been laid here afterwards, dragged into place like a signature. Vale’s voice floated down from behind her. "You’re not seriously going in there alone." Quinn glanced back. "You can leave if the paperwork frightens you." He opened his mouth, then shut it when the compass needle gave a sudden twitch. At the bottom of the stairs, the low door hung half open. Someone had raked the paint off it with a blade, revealing wood underneath, old and swollen with damp. The brass numbers on the front had been scratched away. Beyond it lay a storage room packed with crates, bundles, and hanging cages full of dead moths pinned to black silk. In the centre of the room stood a little brass bell on a table. Next to it, folded carefully, sat a Metropolitan Police warrant card. Quinn snatched it up. Her own face stared back from the plastic, younger by three years, the edges frayed, the photo cracked through one corner. DS Morris’s old number had been written on the back in neat black ink. Vale came up beside her and went still. "That’s impossible." Quinn did not answer. Her eyes tracked the table instead. Under the card lay a single wet footprint, small and bare, with blood pooled in the arch. Then the bell rang. Once. Bright. Close. Hungry. The compass in Quinn’s hand spun so fast it hissed against its casing, and every moth in the cages burst against the wire at once as the hidden room behind the crates slammed open with a crash of splintering wood.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags8
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences70
tagDensity0.114
leniency0.229
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
92.71% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2057
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"tightly"
count1
1
adverb"really"
count1
2
adverb"carefully"
count1
highlights
0"tightly"
1"really"
2"carefully"
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)
68.40% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2057
totalAiIsms13
found
0
word"pulse"
count1
1
word"flicked"
count2
2
word"scanned"
count1
3
word"clandestine"
count1
4
word"shattered"
count1
5
word"velvet"
count2
6
word"eyebrow"
count1
7
word"traced"
count1
8
word"warmth"
count1
9
word"pulsed"
count1
10
word"silk"
count1
highlights
0"pulse"
1"flicked"
2"scanned"
3"clandestine"
4"shattered"
5"velvet"
6"eyebrow"
7"traced"
8"warmth"
9"pulsed"
10"silk"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences159
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences159
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences220
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen40
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2057
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions17
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
33.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions55
wordCount1543
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity1.43
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Vale"
discoveredNames
Harlow2
Quinn22
Sergeant1
Alistair1
Vale20
Veil1
Market1
Metropolitan1
Police1
Morris1
One4
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Sergeant"
3"Alistair"
4"Vale"
5"Market"
6"Police"
7"Morris"
places
0"One"
globalScore0.787
windowScore0.333
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences103
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.486
wordCount2057
matches
0"not to contaminate each other, but you know how these people are"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences220
matches
0"calling that diligence"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs103
mean19.97
std19.12
cv0.958
sampleLengths
08
183
220
349
425
549
61
724
815
930
1013
117
1240
1322
1415
155
169
1764
1814
197
202
2110
2245
233
2439
251
265
2780
287
298
301
3121
327
3311
3420
3571
368
373
3849
397
404
414
4248
436
4424
456
4637
4731
4818
494
96.44% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount4
totalSentences159
matches
0"been disturbed"
1"been laid"
2"been scratched"
3"been written"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs255
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences220
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1545
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount54
adverbRatio0.03495145631067961
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.005177993527508091
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences220
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences220
mean9.35
std6.97
cv0.746
sampleLengths
08
112
224
317
430
520
618
719
86
96
1017
118
122
1326
1421
151
1612
1712
1815
198
2022
219
224
234
243
252
2617
2721
286
2916
302
3113
325
339
346
3527
365
376
3820
3910
404
413
424
432
4410
4510
4611
4719
481
494
59.24% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats8
diversityRatio0.37727272727272726
totalSentences220
uniqueOpeners83
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount5
totalSentences140
matches
0"Too much for a street"
1"Too little for a clean"
2"Then she found a second"
3"Then another, then a line"
4"Then the bell rang."
ratio0.036
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount30
totalSentences140
matches
0"Her worn leather watch sat"
1"He had the pale, pinched"
2"His gaze flicked over her,"
3"He stepped closer and stopped"
4"His cuffs had pulled back"
5"She touched the cuff with"
6"She looked up at the"
7"She turned to the nearest"
8"He gave a small shrug."
9"She did know."
10"She also knew the dead"
11"It did not trail, not"
12"She squatted and touched the"
13"She lifted her hand and"
14"It smelled faintly of church"
15"She stood and looked past"
16"He turned to look."
17"He gestured vaguely."
18"Her gloved hands shook around"
19"She spoke without looking directly"
ratio0.214
74.29% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount108
totalSentences140
matches
0"Detective Harlow Quinn stepped through"
1"Her worn leather watch sat"
2"The air down there carried"
3"A line of lanterns cast"
4"Quinn crouched, one knee cracking"
5"Blood had soaked into the"
6"A voice cut through the"
7"Detective Sergeant Alistair Vale stood"
8"He had the pale, pinched"
9"His gaze flicked over her,"
10"He stepped closer and stopped"
11"Quinn lifted her eyes to"
12"Vale folded his arms."
13"The corpse’s right hand clutched"
14"The left hand lay open,"
15"Quinn ignored him and leaned"
16"The dead man’s eyes stared"
17"His cuffs had pulled back"
18"She touched the cuff with"
19"The ash rubbed loose."
ratio0.771
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences140
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences66
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"He had the pale, pinched look of a man who had spent two days drinking bad coffee and calling that diligence."
1"The left hand lay open, palm up, fingers curled inwards as if he had reached for something and never made contact."
2"The dead man’s eyes stared at the ceiling tiles, but the pupils sat tiny, pinched hard by something that had hit him before the blood loss did."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags8
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags7
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"the constables muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences70
tagDensity0.1
leniency0.2
rawRatio0.143
effectiveRatio0.029
90.8135%