Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0ATGRB4NJEWNQ6YG5TDMNK

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Duration:
16.4s
Cost:
$0.013231
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 third deadbolt had barely clicked back when the door shuddered inward on a heavy knock. Ptolemy bolted from the sofa and vanished beneath a tower of books. Rory tightened her grip on the chain, peered through the crack, and found Lucien Moreau standing in the corridor like the place had been built around him. His charcoal suit looked cut to his body by a man with patience and a knife. One amber eye, one black, fixed on her with maddening calm. The ivory handle of his cane rested against his wrist. He lifted his free hand. “Open the door, Rory.” She stared at him. “No.” One corner of his mouth moved, not quite a smile. “Still charming. I had hoped London had softened you.” “It has. I only bite people who deserve it.” “Then I am in grave danger.” Rory kept the chain on. She should have shut the door in his face. She should have slammed every deadbolt and let him rot in the corridor with the piss stink, the curry vapour, and the faint scratch of someone arguing two flats down. Instead she looked at the shape of his mouth and remembered other things, reckless things, things that had no business surviving the months between them. “What do you want?” His gaze dropped, quick as a blade, to the scar on her left wrist when she shifted her hand against the chain. Then back to her eyes. “Inside.” “No.” He sighed through his nose. “There are people hunting you.” “There are always people hunting someone.” “These ones know your name.” The corridor went thin and sharp around the edges. Rory held still. “If this is about the mess at Golden Empress-” “It is about a body in Whitechapel, a sigil burned into its sternum, and a man who asked your name before he died.” Her fingers tightened on the chain until the metal bit her skin. “I didn’t kill anyone.” “I know.” The ease of it hit harder than doubt would have. She frowned. “That sounded rehearsed.” “I practise honesty when it matters.” “Such a saint.” “Hardly.” A door banged somewhere down the hall. Someone shouted at a child. A kettle whistled in the flat below, shrill and domestic and wrong for the current shape of the evening. Rory stared at Lucien’s face, at the flawless line of his collar, the smooth pallor of his throat, the half-shadow in his black eye. He stood like he had all the time in the world and none to waste. That had always infuriated her. Behind her, Ptolemy gave a warning hiss from under the sofa. Lucien glanced past her. “You have a cat.” “I have several debts too. You didn’t come to admire the décor.” “I came because your name landed on my desk and then on a corpse.” “You don’t have a desk.” “No. I have better things.” His voice had gone soft on the last words, and it tugged at memory with ugly precision. Rory felt it in the back of her throat, the ghost of an almost-kiss in a narrow stairwell, the press of his hand at her waist, the way he had looked at her like he knew exactly where she would break and had chosen not to. She hated that she still noticed the little things. The faint split in his lower lip, healed over. The new crease at the corner of one eye. The wet gleam on the polished ivory of his cane. Tiny details. Dangerous details. “You have three seconds,” she said. “Then I call Silas and tell him there’s a peacock in the corridor.” “Three seconds is generous.” He angled his shoulder, and she caught the scent of him through the gap, expensive soap and something darker beneath it, smoke and bitter spice and the clean metal note of a blade kept too close to skin. Her body remembered before her pride did. Annoyingly, it gave her a small, treacherous jolt low in the belly. “Two,” she said. “You will regret this if you keep me out.” “Most things about you involve regret.” His gaze held hers. “That was never the complaint.” Silence snapped tight between them. Rory stared at him until the chain felt too flimsy to matter. Then she unhooked it and pulled the door open fully. Lucien stepped inside without a word, and the flat seemed to shrink around him. Eva’s books and scrolls crowded every surface, research notes pinned beneath mugs and paperweights and a cracked brass compass. A narrow aisle ran between the sofa and the kitchen counter, just wide enough for one person to pass sideways if they kept their shoulders tucked. He took one look and lifted a brow. “Charming nest.” “Don’t breathe near the notes.” He looked over the chaos with the composure of a man surveying a battlefield before choosing where to spill blood. Ptolemy emerged from beneath the sofa, fur puffed into a rude, striped arch. Lucien looked down at him. “I dislike that cat.” Ptolemy answered with a hiss that could have stripped paint. “You have excellent taste,” Rory muttered. Lucien reached into his coat. Rory’s body moved before her mind did. She grabbed the nearest hardback, a thick one on Etruscan funerary rites, and raised it between them. His brows rose. “I was retrieving evidence.” “Funny shape for evidence.” He drew out a folded packet instead, wrapped in greaseproof paper and tied with black twine. He held it up two fingers away from her book. “A sample from the victim’s chest. Ground bone, salt, and ash. You may lower the weapon.” She lowered the book a fraction. “You carried that in your coat next to your heart.” “I have survived worse arrangements.” “An excellent recommendation.” She snatched the packet. Their fingers brushed, brief and electric. The old ache flared with obscene familiarity, as if her skin had never bothered to forget his touch. She hated that too. Hated the way his eyes sharpened on her face, like he caught it. He removed his gloves with deliberate care, finger by finger. Rory watched his hands. Long, elegant hands. Those hands had once traced her jaw in the dark behind a closed club door while music rattled the walls and he told her, in a voice roughened by whiskey, that she was far too brave for her own good. And she had kissed him anyway. “Who is the dead man?” she asked. “A courier. Not one of mine.” “You have couriers.” “I have a network.” “Sounds like a fancy way of saying you have people who carry your sins.” “That sounds like you, not me.” She set the packet on the table and sliced the twine with a kitchen knife. The smell hit first, sharp and dry. Ash. Char. Something sweet rotting underneath. She tipped a little of the powder into her palm and rubbed it between finger and thumb. Fine grit. Ritual residue. “Where did you find this?” “On the victim. And on a ledger in Clerkenwell, though the ledger vanished before my associate could remove it.” “Your associate.” “Yes.” “You have an associate.” “One does, when one keeps a business respectable.” She gave him a flat look. “You?” His mouth curved again. “Even I have standards.” Rory tipped the residue back into the packet. “This isn’t just a kill. It’s a marking.” Lucien’s expression shifted, just slightly. “You recognise it.” “I recognise the shape of the burn. Not the script.” He moved one step closer to the table. Not enough to trap her. Enough to make her aware of the narrowness of the room, of the heat trapped between bodies and walls and all the things left unfinished. “Tell me.” “No.” His stare dropped to her wrist again. The small crescent scar stood pale against her skin, a memory in flesh. “Because of him?” Rory’s jaw tightened. “Don’t.” “Evan.” The name landed like a glass dropped from height. Rory’s fingers curled against the table edge until her knuckles paled. “Don’t use his name in my flat.” “Then don’t pretend he does not still sit in the corners.” Her laugh came out short and humourless. “And there it is. The lecture.” “It is not a lecture. It is an observation.” “You always did love observing while other people bled.” His face changed. The black eye went even darker. “Careful.” “Or what?” The words came too fast, too sharp, and suddenly they were too near, the table between them all but decorative. Rory could see the tiny silver flecks in his amber eye, the faint scar along his jaw she had once traced with her thumb before he caught her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist like he knew where to find the pulse. Lucien rested his cane against the table with a quiet tap. “Or I will remind you why you stopped inviting me into rooms.” Rory’s breath snagged. Heat crawled under her skin, equal parts anger and memory. “You walked out.” “I left because you asked me to.” “You left because it was easier than staying.” His gaze did not waver. “No. I left because staying meant choosing you over a war I had not yet lost.” The words opened a seam in the room. Rory stood very still. Ptolemy darted across the kitchen tiles and leapt onto the counter, tail lashing. A glass trembled near the edge. Rory reached for it without looking, catching it before it could fall. Her hand touched Lucien’s as he reached too, and the contact burned, simple as that. A stupid little collision. Her body remembered the rest with humiliating vividness. He looked at her hand. Then at her mouth. Rory pulled back first. “You came here for a reason.” “Yes.” “Then stop circling it.” Lucien slipped the packet into his pocket and turned the cane in his hand. The ivory handle caught the light. “Someone has been selling names to the dead. Your name appeared on one of the lists. Eva’s flat. Brick Lane. Three deadbolts. Cat named Ptolemy, which is either charming or a threat.” Rory’s stomach tightened. “How do you know Eva’s place?” His silence answered before his mouth did. “Lucien.” “I had your flat watched.” She barked a laugh, but it lacked any humour. “You had my flat watched.” “For your protection.” “My protection,” she repeated, each word clipped. “You disappeared for months, then had me watched.” His jaw flexed once. “You are alive.” “That’s your defence?” “It is the only one that matters.” Rory stepped forward before she could stop herself. Her front hit the table edge. “You don’t get to vanish, then stroll back in smelling like expensive sins and tell me what matters.” His eyes tracked the movement, then lifted to her face. “You never forgot how to bare your teeth.” “And you never learned when to keep your distance.” Something shifted in him then, subtle and dangerous. He put one hand flat on the table, close to hers. Not touching. Almost worse. “You have not answered the question.” “Which one?” “Did he find you?” Rory’s throat tightened. Evan’s voice flashed through her memory, smooth as oil and mean as a wire pulled tight. The last time she had seen him, blood had stained his cuff and fear had worn his face like a mask he had forgotten to remove. She shoved the memory down. “He’s gone.” Lucien’s head tilted a fraction. “Gone where?” “Out of my life.” “Rory.” The way he said her name, low and even, snapped something taut inside her. He only used it like that when he meant to strip her front to front. She hated it. She wanted more of it. “Not dead,” she said. His silence sharpened. “No.” “No.” One beat. Two. Lucien’s fingers tightened on the cane. “Then he may have led them to you.” “Who?” Before he could answer, the front door rattled hard enough to make the deadbolts sing. Both of them turned. Another blow hit the wood, violent this time. The chain on the inside jerked with the force. Ptolemy launched himself off the counter with a shriek and vanished under the sink. Rory grabbed the knife from the table. Lucien’s cane moved into his hand in one smooth motion, the hidden blade whispering free with a metallic sigh. The lock exploded outward. Splinters sprayed the hallway. A voice from the other side snarled, distorted by the door. “Open up. We know she’s inside.” Lucien’s black eye fixed on Rory, bright and cold. “Now we see who sold your name.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags6
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences106
tagDensity0.057
leniency0.113
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
92.81% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2086
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"suddenly"
count1
2
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"suddenly"
2"very"
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)
71.24% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2086
totalAiIsms12
found
0
word"grave"
count1
1
word"flawless"
count1
2
word"treacherous"
count1
3
word"silence"
count3
4
word"electric"
count1
5
word"traced"
count2
6
word"pulse"
count1
7
word"trembled"
count1
8
word"stomach"
count1
highlights
0"grave"
1"flawless"
2"treacherous"
3"silence"
4"electric"
5"traced"
6"pulse"
7"trembled"
8"stomach"
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
narrationSentences152
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences152
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences252
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen47
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2086
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions47
wordCount1475
uniqueNames6
maxNameDensity1.49
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Lucien14
Moreau1
Ptolemy6
Etruscan1
Rory22
One3
persons
0"Lucien"
1"Moreau"
2"Ptolemy"
3"Rory"
places
0"One"
globalScore0.754
windowScore0.5
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences93
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"not quite a smile"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2086
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences252
matches
0"hated that she"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs144
mean14.49
std16.24
cv1.121
sampleLengths
016
139
242
34
45
510
69
79
86
969
104
1127
121
131
1410
156
165
1721
1823
1916
202
2115
226
233
241
2531
2644
2711
288
2912
3014
315
325
3363
3441
3519
364
3757
383
399
406
419
425
4322
4467
452
465
4738
484
4910
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences152
matches
0"been built"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs237
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences252
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1477
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount55
adverbRatio0.037237643872714964
lyAdverbCount9
lyAdverbRatio0.006093432633716994
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences252
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences252
mean8.28
std7.25
cv0.876
sampleLengths
016
112
227
316
411
510
65
74
84
91
1010
119
129
136
145
159
1630
1725
184
1922
205
211
221
235
245
256
265
279
283
299
3023
3112
324
332
3410
352
363
376
383
391
407
415
4219
4324
4415
455
4611
474
484
4912
48.68% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats9
diversityRatio0.3134920634920635
totalSentences252
uniqueOpeners79
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount5
totalSentences136
matches
0"Instead she looked at the"
1"Then back to her eyes."
2"Annoyingly, it gave her a"
3"Then she unhooked it and"
4"Then at her mouth."
ratio0.037
75.88% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount49
totalSentences136
matches
0"His charcoal suit looked cut"
1"He lifted his free hand."
2"She stared at him."
3"She should have shut the"
4"She should have slammed every"
5"His gaze dropped, quick as"
6"He sighed through his nose."
7"Her fingers tightened on the"
8"He stood like he had"
9"His voice had gone soft"
10"She hated that she still"
11"He angled his shoulder, and"
12"Her body remembered before her"
13"His gaze held hers."
14"He took one look and"
15"He looked over the chaos"
16"She grabbed the nearest hardback,"
17"His brows rose."
18"He drew out a folded"
19"He held it up two"
ratio0.36
11.47% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount122
totalSentences136
matches
0"The third deadbolt had barely"
1"Ptolemy bolted from the sofa"
2"Rory tightened her grip on"
3"His charcoal suit looked cut"
4"The ivory handle of his"
5"He lifted his free hand."
6"She stared at him."
7"Rory kept the chain on."
8"She should have shut the"
9"She should have slammed every"
10"His gaze dropped, quick as"
11"He sighed through his nose."
12"The corridor went thin and"
13"Rory held still."
14"Her fingers tightened on the"
15"The ease of it hit"
16"A door banged somewhere down"
17"Someone shouted at a child."
18"A kettle whistled in the"
19"Rory stared at Lucien’s face,"
ratio0.897
36.76% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences136
matches
0"Before he could answer, the"
ratio0.007
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences59
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"Instead she looked at the shape of his mouth and remembered other things, reckless things, things that had no business surviving the months between them."
41.67% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags6
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"she repeated, each word clipped"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags6
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"Rory muttered (mutter)"
1"she repeated (repeat)"
dialogueSentences106
tagDensity0.057
leniency0.113
rawRatio0.333
effectiveRatio0.038
87.6169%