Run: 2026-03-18-01KM1GDMH3VQHNVBBB2GHYXAG6

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Duration:
1m 6s
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$0.003857
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Minimax

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4417" name="Tomás Herrera" aliases="Tommy, Tomás, Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Support"> <eyeColor>warm brown</eyeColor> <hair>short curly dark brown</hair> <height>5'10"</height> <age>29</age> <skinTone>olive skin</skinTone> <scar>scar running along his left forearm from a knife attack</scar> <medallion>Saint Christopher medallion around his neck</medallion> <birthplace>Seville, Spain</birthplace> <description>A former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique.</description> <backstory>Born in Seville, Spain. He moved to London to work for the NHS but lost his license after administering unauthorized treatments to supernatural patients.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the thriller genre. A detective is pursuing a suspect through rain-soaked city streets at night. The chase takes them from the street level down into an underground market. The detective must decide whether to follow the suspect into unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territory. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The stolen wallet weighed heavy in her coat pocket. Three minutes behind. Four, now. Harlow Quinn's boots hammered the wet pavement, each impact sending shocks through her knees. The suspect had turned left onto Earlham Street, a dark shape cutting through the lamplight, and she followed without hesitation. Rain lashed against her face, plastering her salt-and-pepper hair flat against her skull. She didn't slow. Eighteen years on the force had taught her a few things. Like how guilt announced itself in running feet. Like how the desperate always ran for the underground. The market stood silent behind her. The woman glanced back once, twice, then disappeared down a narrow alley between a shuttered butcher's and a building that had been condemned since the seventies. Harlow didn't hesitate. She plunged in after her. The alley narrowed. Brick walls pressed close, slick with rain and something darker. The suspiration of the city surrounded her, the distant rumble of buses, the hiss of tyres on wet asphalt. Then the ground dropped away. Stone steps descended into blackness. The woman had vanished into them, her footsteps echoing up like mockery. Harlow pulled her torch from her coat. The beam cut through the darkness, revealing graffiti that definitely wasn't gang tags. Symbols she didn't recognise. Letters that seemed to shift when she looked at them directly. Her radio crackled. "Quinn, what's your position? Over." She ignored it. The steps ended in a landing. The beam of her torch revealed a tunnel stretching ahead, and at the far end, a green neon glow. The distinctive green of a sign she'd seen before, in case files she wasn't supposed to have accessed. The Raven's Nest's sister establishment. The Veil Market. Her leather watch caught the torchlight. Worn. Her father's, before that. The second hand swept round in its eternal circle, and Harlow felt the weight of it like an anchor. Morris had come down here. Three years ago. Alone. The case notes said he'd slipped. Fallen. But Morris had been Metropolitan Police for fifteen years, and nobody fell that far by accident. She descended. The tunnel opened into a cavern, vast and vaulted, lit by that sickly green glow. Stalls stretched in rows, their awnings faded and strange. The air tasted of copper and something sweeter, like overripe fruit left too long in the sun. And the people. Figures moved between the stalls, their faces obscured by hoods and masks and things that weren't quite masks at all. They dealt in objects Harlow couldn't name. Substances that glowed faintly in vials. Information sold from lips to ears in whispered transactions. She spotted the woman immediately. Still running, cutting through the crowd toward a doorway at the far end. Toward an exit. Her hand moved to her holster. Standard procedure said wait for backup. Standard procedure said this was above her pay grade, above her jurisdiction, above everything. Morris had followed protocol too. Harlow pushed into the crowd. "Excuse me." The words scraped her throat. "Police. Coming through." Nobody moved. Nobody even looked at her. She might as well have been a ghost, a projection, a memory of something that had once mattered. The woman reached the doorway. Paused. Looked back. And smiled. It wasn't a human smile. Couldn't be. The angles were wrong, the teeth too sharp, the eyes reflecting the green light in ways that made Harlow's stomach clench. Then she was gone, slipping through the doorway into darkness beyond. "Detective Quinn." The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. Harlow spun, torch beam slashing through the gloom. A man stood before her. Olive skin, short curly dark hair, a scar running along his left forearm. He wore a Saint Christopher medallion around his neck, the silver dulled with age. "You're a long way from the surface," he said. "Following a suspect." Her voice came out steadier than she felt. "Woman, early thirties, dark hair. Where did she go?" "Many people come through here." He held up his hands, palms out. "Many leave. I don't keep track." "You're lying." "I'm surviving." He glanced at something behind her. "As should you. Now." Harlow turned. Three figures had emerged from the crowd. They wore coats that moved wrong, that rippled like water despite the still air. Their faces were hidden beneath hoods, but she could feel their attention like pressure against her skin. The clique. Had to be. The criminal organisation she'd been building a case against for eighteen months. They ran this market. They ran everything underneath London, according to the whispers she'd collected like bruises. "This doesn't concern you," one of them said. The voice was wrong. Too many harmonics. "You should return to the surface, Detective. Forget what you've seen." "Forget a murder suspect?" "There are no suspects here." The figure stepped closer. "Only customers." "Customer implies a transaction." Harlow's hand drifted toward her holster. "I haven't paid anything." "You will." The crowd had parted around them. Empty space, a perfect circle, and at its edge, Harlow saw other figures emerging from stalls and shadows. Closing in. Slow. Methodical. Professional. She had perhaps thirty seconds before they reached her. "Here's how this works." She pulled her pistol, the familiar weight steadying her. "I'm Metropolitan Police. I'm pursuing a suspect connected to a murder investigation. That woman ran through here, and I'm going to follow her. Anyone who interferes is obstructing justice." "Justice." The word hung in the air like poison. "You don't understand what justice means down here, Detective. You've only ever known the surface." "Try me." The three figures exchanged glances. Then, moving in perfect synchronisation, they reached into their coats. Harlow fired. The shot echoed through the cavern, impossibly loud, and the figure she'd targeted staggered back. But no blood. No scream. Just a hole in the coat where the fabric had simply... stopped existing. And beneath it, something pale and glistening that definitely wasn't flesh. "Interesting," the figure said. Its voice had changed, deepened, taken on that same wrong quality as before. "You shoot at us. You have no idea what we are." "I'm getting a clear picture." "Then you understand you cannot win." The other two were moving now, faster than any human should move, and behind them, the rest of the crowd had started forward. Dozens of them. All those wrong-angled faces. All those coats that rippled like water. Harlow's radio crackled again. Voices. Her name. Backup, finally, somewhere above her, probably wondering why she'd gone quiet. She had two choices. Run back up those steps, report what she'd seen, let the official channels swallow the truth until it disappeared. Or follow the woman through that doorway and see where this led. Morris had followed. Look where it got him. But Morris hadn't had a gun. Hadn't had eighteen years of learning how dangerous people could be, how they could hurt you, how they could take everything and leave you standing in the rain wondering what went wrong. Her watch ticked. Her father's watch. Her grandfather's before that. Four generations of Quinns who'd known when to fight and when to fold. She wasn't folding tonight. Harlow holstered her weapon and ran. The doorway swallowed her whole. Behind her, the crowd's roar faded to nothing, replaced by the sound of her own breathing, the slap of her boots on wet stone. She descended further, torch beam bouncing off walls that seemed to close in around her. The tunnel twisted. Turned. Opened into another chamber, smaller this time, lit by candles that burned green. And in the centre, kneeling before an altar that shouldn't exist, the woman turned to face her. "Quinn." The word came out reverent. "They said you might follow. That you were like the other one." "Morris." Harlow raised her weapon. "Where is he?" "Gone. Like you'll be gone. Like everyone goes, eventually." The woman smiled that too-sharp smile. "But you came all this way. You deserve to see." She gestured to the altar. On it, arranged in a precise pattern, lay objects that made Harlow's blood freeze. Wallets. Phones. Watches. Rings. Personal effects, dozens of them, maybe hundreds, all belonging to people who'd come down here and never returned. And there, at the edge, a worn leather watch with a cracked face. Morris's watch. The woman rose. "Now you understand. This isn't a market, Detective. It's a feeding ground. And you've just made yourself a very attractive meal." The candles flickered. The walls shifted. And from the darkness beyond the altar, something emerged that Harlow's mind refused to process, something vast and hungry and wrong in ways that made her eyes water and her throat close. She fired. Once. Twice. Three times. The bullets vanished into it without effect. "Well then," it said, in a voice like breaking glass. "Let's begin." The green candles flared, and the darkness came rushing in.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags15
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences38
tagDensity0.395
leniency0.789
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
96.60% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1472
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"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)
45.65% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1472
totalAiIsms16
found
0
word"footsteps"
count1
1
word"echoing"
count1
2
word"weight"
count2
3
word"standard"
count2
4
word"stomach"
count1
5
word"gloom"
count1
6
word"could feel"
count1
7
word"perfect"
count2
8
word"methodical"
count1
9
word"familiar"
count1
10
word"echoed"
count1
11
word"glistening"
count1
12
word"flickered"
count1
highlights
0"footsteps"
1"echoing"
2"weight"
3"standard"
4"stomach"
5"gloom"
6"could feel"
7"perfect"
8"methodical"
9"familiar"
10"echoed"
11"glistening"
12"flickered"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences164
matches(empty)
81.88% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount5
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences164
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences187
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen32
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1472
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions10
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
82.05% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions40
wordCount1251
uniqueNames16
maxNameDensity1.36
worstName"Harlow"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Harlow"
discoveredNames
Quinn1
Earlham1
Street1
Raven1
Nest1
Veil1
Market1
Harlow17
Morris6
Metropolitan1
Police1
Saint1
Christopher1
London1
Quinns1
Three4
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Raven"
2"Nest"
3"Market"
4"Harlow"
5"Morris"
6"Saint"
7"Christopher"
places
0"Earlham"
1"Street"
2"London"
globalScore0.821
windowScore0.833
56.25% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences80
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"Letters that seemed to shift when she looked at them directly"
1"quite masks at all"
2"walls that seemed to close in around her"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1472
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences187
matches
0"emerged that Harlow's"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
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mean19.37
std14.08
cv0.727
sampleLengths
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150
228
332
48
537
617
735
88
93
1043
118
1230
1332
142
1541
1645
1721
1826
195
205
2110
2225
238
242
2528
2611
272
2847
299
3020
3118
322
3312
342
3538
3634
3726
384
3911
4014
412
4229
439
4442
4524
462
4715
482
4933
98.84% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences164
matches
0"been condemned"
1"was gone"
2"were hidden"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs228
matches
0"were moving"
1"wasn't folding"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences187
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1255
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"short curly dark hair,"
adverbCount43
adverbRatio0.034262948207171316
lyAdverbCount11
lyAdverbRatio0.008764940239043825
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences187
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences187
mean7.87
std6.38
cv0.811
sampleLengths
09
13
22
314
420
513
63
711
88
99
106
1126
123
135
143
1510
1619
175
185
1912
207
2113
224
2311
243
255
263
276
2819
2918
305
313
326
331
344
3519
365
373
381
396
401
4116
422
4315
449
4517
463
4720
487
496
73.62% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats14
diversityRatio0.48663101604278075
totalSentences187
uniqueOpeners91
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount5
totalSentences132
matches
0"Then the ground dropped away."
1"Then she was gone, slipping"
2"Too many harmonics."
3"Then, moving in perfect synchronisation,"
4"Just a hole in the"
ratio0.038
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount30
totalSentences132
matches
0"She didn't slow."
1"She plunged in after her."
2"Her radio crackled."
3"She ignored it."
4"Her leather watch caught the"
5"Her father's, before that."
6"They dealt in objects Harlow"
7"She spotted the woman immediately."
8"Her hand moved to her"
9"She might as well have"
10"It wasn't a human smile."
11"He wore a Saint Christopher"
12"Her voice came out steadier"
13"He held up his hands,"
14"He glanced at something behind"
15"They wore coats that moved"
16"Their faces were hidden beneath"
17"They ran this market."
18"They ran everything underneath London,"
19"She had perhaps thirty seconds"
ratio0.227
92.58% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount97
totalSentences132
matches
0"The stolen wallet weighed heavy"
1"Harlow Quinn's boots hammered the"
2"The suspect had turned left"
3"Rain lashed against her face,"
4"She didn't slow."
5"The market stood silent behind"
6"The woman glanced back once,"
7"Harlow didn't hesitate."
8"She plunged in after her."
9"The alley narrowed."
10"Brick walls pressed close, slick"
11"The suspiration of the city"
12"Stone steps descended into blackness."
13"The woman had vanished into"
14"Harlow pulled her torch from"
15"The beam cut through the"
16"Symbols she didn't recognise."
17"Letters that seemed to shift"
18"Her radio crackled."
19"She ignored it."
ratio0.735
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences132
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences49
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"The angles were wrong, the teeth too sharp, the eyes reflecting the green light in ways that made Harlow's stomach clench."
1"And from the darkness beyond the altar, something emerged that Harlow's mind refused to process, something vast and hungry and wrong in ways that made her eyes …"
91.67% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags15
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"She pulled, the familiar weight steadying her"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags4
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences38
tagDensity0.105
leniency0.211
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
90.4382%