Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0AGHQVXHENQBY4E06BV1ES

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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
"Stop!" Quinn barked, her boots splashing through puddles as she closed the gap on the fleeing silhouette. The suspect—a lanky figure in a damp trench coat—darted past a flickering neon sign, the green glow of The Raven's Nest's emblem reflecting off slick cobblestones. He veered into an alley where steam rose from a broken manhole, curling like a ghost. Quinn's breath fogged in the chill; each step matched the rhythm of the rain, her leather watch ticking against her wrist with a muted thud. She caught his collar, the fabric torn and dripping, and twisted. The man recoiled, a gasp escaping his lips before he shoved his way into the darkness. A sudden crash echoed from the far end of the alley. A wooden crate toppled, scattering stale newspapers across the wet floor. Quinn's eyes flicked to a recessed doorway hidden behind a stack of crates—an old bookshelf, its spines misaligned, revealing a narrow gap. "You're not getting away that easily," she muttered, pushing the shelves aside. The gap widened, revealing a steep, soot‑blackened stairwell. A faint, metallic scent rose with the air, mingling with the odor of damp stone. She hesitated, hearing the suspect's breath ragged above. The stairwell descended into darkness, the sound of distant drums reverberating up through the void. A low hum of conversation threaded through the void, voices murmuring in languages she couldn't place. A flash of movement— the suspect slipped through the opening and vanished down the stairs. Quinn's mind raced: the underground market, the Veil Market, only accessible with a bone token. She hadn't expected to chase anyone there, but the trail was fresh, each step marked by a faint, phosphorescent residue that glowed under the streetlights. She descended, the stairwell narrowing, the walls closing in like the ribs of a beast. Her hand brushed a rusted railing, the metal cold against her skin. A sudden thud from behind made her spin, pistol drawn, the barrel gleaming despite the rain's persistence. A figure emerged from the shadows—a man with olive skin, short curly hair dampened by the storm, a scar tracing his left forearm. He wore a Saint Christopher medallion that caught the dim light. "Tomás," Quinn said, voice steady but edged with urgency. "Blind luck," Tomás replied, his accent softening his words. "You look like you've been in a ditch for days." She lowered her weapon marginally, eyes never leaving the darkness ahead. "There's a suspect down there. He knows the market's routes." Tomás chuckled, the sound low. "You think a bloke with a bone token is going to waste his time hiding from a cop? He's making a move." "Then we make a move." Quinn's jaw tightened. "Follow me." The two moved forward, the stairwell opening into a vaulted chamber lit by lanterns swaying in unseen breezes. The ceiling dripped, each drop echoing like a ticking clock. The market sprawled before them, a labyrinth of stalls draped in tattered cloths, their wares glinting in amber light—vials of liquid that pulsed, books bound in leather that seemed to breathe, talismans etched with sigils that whispered. A vendor leaned over a table, his eyes hidden behind a veil. "Token?" he asked, voice a rasp. "The right token," Tomás answered, producing a small bone from his pocket. He placed it on the counter; the vendor's hand trembled as he accepted it, the exchange silent but clear. Quinn scanned the crowd, each face a mask of anonymity. A woman in a cobalt dress flicked a silver dagger between her fingers. A boy with a half‑smile sold ink that bled color onto any surface. She spotted the suspect near a stall piled with cracked crystal spheres. He crouched, his hands moving quickly over the objects, muttering under his breath. The air around him crackled, the spheres resonating with a low hum. "He's trying to activate something," Tomás said, his voice barely audible over the market's murmur. Quinn's gaze sharpened. "Keep him in sight." She slipped through the crowd, her coat snapping against the stalls. The suspect turned, eyes wide, as if he sensed her presence. He made a desperate dash, weaving between merchants, knocking over a tray of glowing runes that burst into sparks as they hit the floor. "Come on!" Quinn shouted, her stride cutting through the throng. The suspect vaulted over a low table, landing in a narrow passage lined with jars of dark liquid. The passage narrowed further, a low, iron door at its end, its hinges corroded but functional. He thrust his hand into the lock, a silver key turning with a click. The door swung open, revealing a staircase that descended into an even deeper level. A cold wind brushed Quinn's face, carrying with it the scent of incense and something metallic—blood, perhaps. Tomás hesitated at the threshold. "We don't know what's down there. Could be a trap." Quinn's eyes flicked to his scar, recalling the night DS Morris vanished—a case that had haunted her ever since. She tightened her grip on her pistol, feeling the weight of the worn leather strap against her wrist. "We didn't come this far to turn back now," she said, voice low but firm. Tomás nodded, the scar catching a flash of lantern light. "Alright. Lead." They descended, the stairs creaking under their weight. The deeper they went, the louder the pounding of their own hearts became, echoing off stone walls. A faint chanting rose, rhythmic, as if a circle of voices chanted a single word repeatedly. At the bottom, the air grew thick, heavy with the metallic tang of iron. A cavern opened, its centre dominated by a stone altar. Upon it lay a large, obsidian box, pulsing with a dark light that seemed to swallow any reflection. The suspect stood beside the box, his back to them, hands raised, a silver dagger embedded in his palm. Blood dripped onto the stone, seeping into cracks that glowed faintly. "You're late," Quinn whispered, stepping into the perimeter of the candlelight. He turned, eyes glittering with desperation. "You don't understand. This—" "Stop," Tomás interjected, advancing a step. "Whatever you're doing, it'll kill more than we can count." The suspect's grip tightened on the dagger, the blade shimmering. "It'll free us." "Free us?" Quinn scoffed. "By feeding the market's hunger?" A low rumble vibrated through the cavern, the altar shaking. The obsidian box cracked, a jagged edge splitting open, releasing a plume of black smoke that curled like a living thing. "That's enough," Quinn muttered, drawing her pistol, the metal glinting. "Put the dagger down." The suspect hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. "You think you can stop it?" "We already have." Tomás stepped forward, though his hand hovered near his own hidden blade. "Empty your weapon." The suspect's eyes darted to the open box, the darkness within swirling, forming shapes—faces, shadows, something that seemed to watch. A sudden clang erupted from the side, a metal gate slamming shut. The entrance to the cavern sealed, the sound reverberating like a death knell. "Trapped," the suspect hissed, his voice cracking. Quinn's mind raced. The Veil Market's reputation warned of hidden mechanisms, of ancient locks that only opened for those who possessed the right token. She realized the bone token they'd given the vendor might have been a false promise, a lure. "We're not leaving until we know what's inside," Tomás said, his tone calm yet edged with steel. The suspect's dagger slipped, the blood staining the stone. The black smoke thickened, coalescing into a shape that rose, towering, its form shifting between human and something else—a silhouette of limbs that stretched, tendrils curling like smoke. Quinn raised her pistol, the barrel aligning with the apparition. "Hold it!" A guttural howl erupted, reverberating off the cavern walls. The tendrils reached toward her, brushing the air as if tasting. Tomás lunged, a flash of steel flashing in his hand, aiming for the dagger still clutched by the suspect. The suspect shouted, "No!" and thrust the dagger into the altar, the blood seeping into the cracks, the dark light flaring brighter. The black smoke erupted, the cavern shaking violently. Stones fell, lanterns shattered, and the sound of something massive grinding against stone filled the space. Quinn felt a sudden pressure in her chest, as if the air itself tried to crush her. She staggered, pistol firing a burst that hit nothing but the swirling darkness. In the chaos, the suspect's eyes widenednot in terror, but in a strange, ecstatic clarity. He whispered, "Now you see." A deafening crack split the cavern. The stone altar split in two, revealing a hollow, throbbing core that pulsed with a crimson glow. From it poured a river of liquid fire, licking the edges of the pit, merging with the black smoke. Tomás shouted, "We have to get out!" The sealed gate behind them began to tremble, its iron hinges rusted but still resisting the force. Quinn turned, searching for any escape, when a guttural voice echoed from the darkness, reverberating through the cavern like a promise and a threat. "You have entered the Veil's heart. There is no mercy for those who trespass." She felt the weight of her father's old leather watch against her wrist, its ticking matching the frantic beat of her heart. The weapon in her hand felt useless against a force that devoured light. The suspect raised his arms, his voice a chant that merged with the howl of the cavern. The black smoke gathered, forming a vortex that spun faster, pulling at their clothes, their hair, their very breath. Tomás tried to push against the gate, his muscles straining. The iron groaned, then snapped, the massive slab swinging open and crashing onto the altar's broken remains. A blinding flash erupted, the cavern flooding with a searing white light that cut through the darkness, the black smoke and red river scattering like mist in a storm. Quinn's eyes burned, the light searing her retinas, but she saw, for a split second, the silhouette of a woman—her partner, DS Morris—standing at the edge of the vortex, her hand outstretched, eyes pleading. A scream tore from Quinn's throat, raw and animal. The light snapped, the cavern plunged into darkness once more, the walls trembling, the air thick with the scent of sulphur and blood. Silence fell, broken only by the faint drip of water from the stone ceiling. Quinn, Tomás, and the suspect lay on the cold floor, the obsidian box lid torn open, its dark heart pulsing rhythmically. The suspect's dagger lay half‑buried in the stone, blood still oozing. The suspect crawled forward, his face pale, eyes wide with terror. "What have we done?" he whispered. Quinn stared at the box, the crimson glow now a steady, throbbing beat, like a heart that refused to die. She lifted her pistol, its barrel pointed at the box. The cavern's shadows flickered, the walls seemed to close in, and a low, mocking chuckle rose from the depth of the darkness. "Now," the voice hissed, "the real hunt begins." A jagged crack split the floor beneath Quinn's boots, and the abyss below began to widen, a yawning mouth of black that promised endless night.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags22
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences38
tagDensity0.579
leniency1
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
94.66% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1873
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"quickly"
count1
1
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"quickly"
1"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)
14.58% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1873
totalAiIsms32
found
0
word"chill"
count1
1
word"echoed"
count2
2
word"flicked"
count3
3
word"raced"
count2
4
word"gleaming"
count1
5
word"tracing"
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word"echoing"
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word"glinting"
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word"pulsed"
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9
word"etched"
count1
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word"trembled"
count1
11
word"scanned"
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word"crystal"
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word"weight"
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14
word"pounding"
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word"rhythmic"
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word"vibrated"
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word"flicker"
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word"shattered"
count1
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word"searing"
count2
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word"silence"
count1
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word"flickered"
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highlights
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1"echoed"
2"flicked"
3"raced"
4"gleaming"
5"tracing"
6"echoing"
7"glinting"
8"pulsed"
9"etched"
10"trembled"
11"scanned"
12"crystal"
13"weight"
14"pounding"
15"rhythmic"
16"vibrated"
17"flicker"
18"shattered"
19"searing"
20"silence"
21"flickered"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
1
label"flicker of emotion"
count1
highlights
0"eyes widened"
1"a flicker of doubt"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells3
narrationSentences122
matches
0"d with urgency"
1"t in terror"
2"e with terror"
25.76% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount8
narrationSentences122
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"tried to"
2"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences138
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen38
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1861
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions18
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
81.47% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions46
wordCount1678
uniqueNames9
maxNameDensity1.37
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Raven1
Nest1
Veil2
Market2
Saint1
Christopher1
Tomás13
Quinn23
Morris2
persons
0"Raven"
1"Nest"
2"Market"
3"Saint"
4"Christopher"
5"Tomás"
6"Quinn"
7"Morris"
places(empty)
globalScore0.815
windowScore0.833
59.09% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences110
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"leather that seemed to breathe, talismans etched with sigils that whispered"
1"light that seemed to swallow any reflection"
2"something that seemed to watch"
3"as if tasting"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.537
wordCount1861
matches
0"not in terror, but in a strange, ecstatic clarity"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences138
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs72
mean25.85
std13.38
cv0.518
sampleLengths
017
142
252
344
435
539
655
744
834
99
1019
1121
1227
1310
1465
1518
1631
1736
1837
1915
207
2146
2210
2348
2431
2515
2637
2715
2812
2941
3042
3130
3211
3310
3416
3513
369
3731
3814
3916
4018
4120
4225
437
4441
4517
4637
4712
4839
4922
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences122
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs307
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount13
semicolonCount2
flaggedSentences13
totalSentences138
ratio0.094
matches
0"The suspect—a lanky figure in a damp trench coat—darted past a flickering neon sign, the green glow of The Raven's Nest's emblem reflecting off slick cobblestones."
1"Quinn's breath fogged in the chill; each step matched the rhythm of the rain, her leather watch ticking against her wrist with a muted thud."
2"Quinn's eyes flicked to a recessed doorway hidden behind a stack of crates—an old bookshelf, its spines misaligned, revealing a narrow gap."
3"A flash of movement— the suspect slipped through the opening and vanished down the stairs."
4"A figure emerged from the shadows—a man with olive skin, short curly hair dampened by the storm, a scar tracing his left forearm."
5"The market sprawled before them, a labyrinth of stalls draped in tattered cloths, their wares glinting in amber light—vials of liquid that pulsed, books bound in leather that seemed to breathe, talismans etched with sigils that whispered."
6"He placed it on the counter; the vendor's hand trembled as he accepted it, the exchange silent but clear."
7"A cold wind brushed Quinn's face, carrying with it the scent of incense and something metallic—blood, perhaps."
8"Quinn's eyes flicked to his scar, recalling the night DS Morris vanished—a case that had haunted her ever since."
9"The suspect's eyes darted to the open box, the darkness within swirling, forming shapes—faces, shadows, something that seemed to watch."
10"The black smoke thickened, coalescing into a shape that rose, towering, its form shifting between human and something else—a silhouette of limbs that stretched, tendrils curling like smoke."
11"In the chaos, the suspect's eyes widened—not in terror, but in a strange, ecstatic clarity."
12"Quinn's eyes burned, the light searing her retinas, but she saw, for a split second, the silhouette of a woman—her partner, DS Morris—standing at the edge of the vortex, her hand outstretched, eyes pleading."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1690
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount26
adverbRatio0.015384615384615385
lyAdverbCount11
lyAdverbRatio0.00650887573964497
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences138
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences138
mean13.49
std6.55
cv0.486
sampleLengths
017
126
216
325
411
516
611
711
822
912
108
1115
128
1315
1416
1515
1615
1725
1815
1912
2017
2123
2211
239
249
2510
2611
2710
285
2922
308
312
3218
3310
3437
3512
366
3712
3819
3910
4013
4113
4212
4313
4412
4515
463
474
4811
4911
40.58% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.26811594202898553
totalSentences138
uniqueOpeners37
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences118
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount24
totalSentences118
matches
0"He veered into an alley"
1"She caught his collar, the"
2"she muttered, pushing the shelves"
3"She hesitated, hearing the suspect's"
4"She hadn't expected to chase"
5"She descended, the stairwell narrowing,"
6"Her hand brushed a rusted"
7"He wore a Saint Christopher"
8"She lowered her weapon marginally,"
9"he asked, voice a rasp"
10"He placed it on the"
11"She spotted the suspect near"
12"He crouched, his hands moving"
13"She slipped through the crowd,"
14"He made a desperate dash,"
15"He thrust his hand into"
16"She tightened her grip on"
17"she said, voice low but"
18"They descended, the stairs creaking"
19"He turned, eyes glittering with"
ratio0.203
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount114
totalSentences118
matches
0"Quinn barked, her boots splashing"
1"The suspect—a lanky figure in"
2"He veered into an alley"
3"Quinn's breath fogged in the"
4"She caught his collar, the"
5"The man recoiled, a gasp"
6"A sudden crash echoed from"
7"A wooden crate toppled, scattering"
8"Quinn's eyes flicked to a"
9"she muttered, pushing the shelves"
10"The gap widened, revealing a"
11"A faint, metallic scent rose"
12"She hesitated, hearing the suspect's"
13"The stairwell descended into darkness,"
14"A low hum of conversation"
15"A flash of movement— the"
16"Quinn's mind raced: the underground"
17"She hadn't expected to chase"
18"She descended, the stairwell narrowing,"
19"Her hand brushed a rusted"
ratio0.966
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences118
matches(empty)
ratio0
36.12% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences87
technicalSentenceCount13
matches
0"She hadn't expected to chase anyone there, but the trail was fresh, each step marked by a faint, phosphorescent residue that glowed under the streetlights."
1"He wore a Saint Christopher medallion that caught the dim light."
2"The market sprawled before them, a labyrinth of stalls draped in tattered cloths, their wares glinting in amber light—vials of liquid that pulsed, books bound i…"
3"He crouched, his hands moving quickly over the objects, muttering under his breath."
4"The door swung open, revealing a staircase that descended into an even deeper level."
5"Quinn's eyes flicked to his scar, recalling the night DS Morris vanished—a case that had haunted her ever since."
6"A faint chanting rose, rhythmic, as if a circle of voices chanted a single word repeatedly."
7"Upon it lay a large, obsidian box, pulsing with a dark light that seemed to swallow any reflection."
8"The obsidian box cracked, a jagged edge splitting open, releasing a plume of black smoke that curled like a living thing."
9"The suspect's eyes darted to the open box, the darkness within swirling, forming shapes—faces, shadows, something that seemed to watch."
10"The black smoke thickened, coalescing into a shape that rose, towering, its form shifting between human and something else—a silhouette of limbs that stretched,…"
11"Tomás lunged, a flash of steel flashing in his hand, aiming for the dagger still clutched by the suspect."
12"The black smoke gathered, forming a vortex that spun faster, pulling at their clothes, their hair, their very breath."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags22
uselessAdditionCount7
matches
0"Quinn said, voice steady but edged with urgency"
1"Tomás replied, his accent softening his words"
2"Tomás said, his voice barely audible over the market's murmur"
3"Quinn shouted, her stride cutting through the throng"
4"she said, voice low but firm"
5"Tomás stepped, though his hand hovered near his own hidden blade"
6"the suspect hissed, his voice cracking"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags19
fancyCount12
fancyTags
0"Quinn barked (bark)"
1"she muttered (mutter)"
2"Quinn shouted (shout)"
3"Quinn whispered (whisper)"
4"Tomás interjected (interject)"
5"Quinn muttered (mutter)"
6"the suspect hissed (hiss)"
7"The suspect shouted (shout)"
8"He whispered (whisper)"
9"Tomás shouted (shout)"
10"he whispered (whisper)"
11"the voice hissed (hiss)"
dialogueSentences38
tagDensity0.5
leniency1
rawRatio0.632
effectiveRatio0.632
67.2975%