Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2FG12MJE7HJM8JS2EFNTT0

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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>
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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>

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Three deadbolts. That was what stood between her and the knock. Aurora's hand hovered over the first lock, the brass cool against her fingertips. The knock came again, three sharp raps that echoed through Eva's cramped flat. Ptolemy, sprawled across a stack of research notes on the kitchen table, flicked his tail but didn't bother opening his eyes. "It's half two in the morning," she said through the door. "Eva's not here." "Eva's in Prague." The voice was velvet and gravel. French. Familiar. "I'm not here for Eva." Her stomach dropped before her brain caught up. She knew that voice. Had heard it in her dreams for six months, whispering things she'd tried to forget. Her palm pressed flat against the door, as if she could push him away through the wood. "Go home, Lucien." "I've been standing in the rain for twenty minutes. At least let me drip on your floorboards." Aurora closed her eyes. The sensible thing would be to walk away. Climb into Eva's unmade bed and pull the duvet over her head until morning came and he was gone. But sensible had never been her strong suit where Lucien Moreau was concerned. She slid the first bolt. Then the second. The third. He looked like hell. Water dripped from the brim of his hat, and his charcoal suit had gone nearly black where the rain had soaked through. The ivory handle of his cane gleamed wet in the dim hallway light. But his eyes, that mismatched pair of amber and black, watched her with an intensity that made her forget how to breathe. "You cut your hair," he said. "You're soaking wet." "I noticed." They stood there, the threshold between them like a line neither wanted to cross first. Aurora's fingers tightened on the doorframe. "What do you want, Lucien?" "To drip on your floorboards. As I said." "That's not an answer." "No." He tilted his head, rainwater sliding down the sharp angle of his jaw. "It isn't." A door creaked somewhere in the building. Mrs. Khatun from 3B, probably, checking on the commotion. The last thing Aurora needed was the downstairs neighbour gossiping about strange men at her door in the dead of night. She stepped aside. Lucien moved past her with that fluid grace that always made her think of predators, of things that hunted in shadows. He stopped in the centre of the flat, water pooling around his oxfords, and surveyed the chaos of books and scrolls with a faint smile. "Eva's filing system hasn't improved." "She knows where everything is." "That's what the mad always say." Aurora closed the door. Reset the three deadbolts. The sound of each one sliding home felt like a countdown. "Bathroom's through there." She pointed. "There's a towel on the hook. Don't use the blue one, that's Eva's." "I remember which one is Eva's." Of course he did. He remembered everything. That was his gift and his curse and the reason she'd walked away from him six months ago in a rainstorm much like this one, her heart in her throat and his voice calling her name behind her. She busied herself with the kettle while he disappeared into the bathroom. The familiar motions, filling it from the tap, clicking it into its base, flipping the switch. Eva's kettle was an ancient thing that took forever to boil. Aurora had told her to replace it a dozen times. Eva always said she liked the anticipation. "I see Ptolemy's still king of the castle." Lucien emerged from the bathroom, jacketless now, his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows. The towel hung loose around his neck. He'd left his cane by the door, leaning against the coat rack like it belonged there. "He tolerates me. That's about it." "Cats are excellent judges of character." "And what does that say about you?" The words came out sharper than she'd intended. Lucien stilled, his hand halfway to Ptolemy's ears. The cat, traitor that he was, butted his head against Lucien's fingers with a rumbling purr. "It says I bring expensive treats and know how to scratch behind the ears." He obliged Ptolemy with a practiced motion. "Whatever you think it means, you're wrong." "Am I?" "You always did assume the worst of me." Aurora turned away, reaching for two mugs from Eva's chaotic cabinet. One chipped, one with a faded Union Jack that had seen better decades. "I assumed nothing. I saw what I saw." "You saw what I wanted you to see." "That's worse." "Is it?" The floorboards creaked under his approach. She didn't turn around, but she could feel him behind her, the heat of him cutting through the damp chill of the flat. "Is it worse to protect someone, or to abandon them?" The kettle clicked off. Steam rose in the sudden silence. "I didn't abandon you." Her voice sounded thin to her own ears. "I left a situation I couldn't control. There's a difference." "You ran." "I survived." She spun to face him, the mug clutched between them like a shield. "That's what people like me do when people like you drag them into messes they never asked for. We run. We hide. We try to pretend the last six months didn't happen." Lucien's expression didn't change, but something flickered in that amber eye. Something old and tired and dangerous. "Did it work?" "Did what work?" "Forgetting." The word hung between them. Aurora's grip on the mug tightened until her knuckles went white. "You know it didn't." Lucien reached past her, his arm brushing her shoulder, and took the other mug from the counter. He poured the hot water with steady hands, the ritual of tea-making somehow absurd in the middle of everything unspoken that crackled between them. "I need your help," he said. "No." "You haven't heard what I need." "I don't have to." She watched him add milk to his tea, exactly the way he'd always taken it. A splash, no sugar. "The last time I helped you, I ended up bleeding in a warehouse in Deptford with three cracked ribs and a demon breathing down my neck." "That was unfortunate." "It was Tuesday." "You're being dramatic." "I'm being accurate." She snatched the kettle and poured her own tea, darker than his, the way she'd learned to take it after months of late nights and early mornings and not enough sleep between. "Whatever you're mixed up in now, I want no part of it." "Even if it involves Evan?" The name hit her like a slap. Aurora's hand jerked, splashing hot water across her fingers. She didn't feel the burn. "What did you say?" Lucien set down his mug. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a folded piece of paper, water-stained but still legible. He held it out to her. "He's in London. Has been for three weeks. I only confirmed it tonight." Aurora didn't take the paper. She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. The name she'd spent two years trying to forget, the face that still haunted her nightmares, the hands that had left bruises she'd lied about to everyone who asked. "Why?" The word scraped out of her throat. "Why would you tell me this?" "Because he's not here by accident." Lucien unfolded the paper himself, revealing a photograph clipped to a surveillance report. A man in a dark coat, walking down Brick Lane. Her street. Her neighbourhood. "He's been watching you, Aurora. Three different sightings in the past week. He knows where you live. Where you work. He's waiting for something." The flat tilted. Aurora gripped the counter, her vision swimming. "You're lying." "I'm many things, but I've never lied to you. Omitted, perhaps. Deflected, certainly. But I have never once told you something that wasn't true." She looked at the photograph. At the man who'd nearly destroyed her, caught mid-stride outside the curry house downstairs. Her curry house. Her building. "How long have you been watching him?" "Since I found out he'd returned." Lucien's voice was quiet now, stripped of its usual sardonic edge. "I should have come sooner. I should have-" "You should have told me." She shoved past him, pacing the narrow space between the table and the wall. Ptolemy scattered with an indignant meow. "You should have called. Texted. Sent a bloody carrier pigeon. Anything other than showing up at two in the morning looking like death and dropping this on me like it's nothing." "It's not nothing." "Then why didn't you-" "Because I wasn't sure you'd open the door." Aurora stopped pacing. Her back was to him, but she could see his reflection in Eva's rain-streaked window. The tension in his shoulders. The way his hand gripped the counter's edge. "The last time we spoke," he said, "you told me you never wanted to see me again. You told me I was a poison and you were done drinking." "I remember what I said." "I believed you." She turned. He hadn't moved from his spot by the counter, but something in his posture had shifted. The mask had slipped, just slightly, and underneath it was a man she'd only glimpsed once or twice before. A man who wasn't a fixer, or a broker, or a half-demon with connections to things that made her skin crawl. Just Lucien. Her Lucien. If he'd ever been hers at all. "I shouldn't have said that," she admitted. "The poison part. That was cruel." "Was it inaccurate?" "No." She wrapped her arms around herself. "But it was still cruel." The rain had picked up outside, drumming against the window in a rhythm that matched her heart. Lucien crossed the room slowly, giving her time to step away, to retreat, to put the furniture between them like she'd done so many times before. She didn't move. "Sit." His hand found the small of her back, guiding her toward Eva's threadbare sofa. "You're shaking." "I'm fine." "You're not." He sat beside her, close but not touching, the way he always did when she was on the edge of something. "Drink your tea. I'll wait." She lifted the mug to her lips with trembling hands. The warmth settled in her chest, grounding her, pulling her back from the precipice she'd been teetering on since the moment she opened the door. "He can't be here," she said. "He can't just show up like this." "He can. He has. The question is what we do about it." "We." She laughed, but there was no humour in it. "I don't even know what we are, Lucien. I don't know what we were. Every time I think I understand you, you shift into something else." "I shift because I have to." His voice was rough now, the words scraping against something raw. "Because if I don't, people get hurt. You got hurt. And I cannot, Aurora, I cannot watch that happen again." His hand found her chin, tilting her face toward his. The amber eye caught the lamplight, and for a moment she could see things moving in its depths. Things that weren't human. Things that never had been. "I came here because you're in danger," he said. "But I also came because six months is a very long time to miss someone." "What are you saying?" "I'm saying-" He stopped. His thumb traced the line of her jaw. "I'm saying that I've made a lot of mistakes. Letting you walk away was the worst of them." Aurora's heart slammed against her ribs. Every instinct screamed at her to pull back, to protect herself, to remember all the reasons she'd run in the first place. But his hand was warm against her skin, and his eyes held something she'd never seen before, something raw and unguarded and terrifying. "Lucien-" The window exploded. Glass sprayed across the room in a glittering arc. Aurora hit the floor before she registered moving, Lucien's body covering hers, his cane somehow already in his hand with the blade unsheathed. Ptolemy yowled from somewhere under the table. "Stay down." Lucien's voice was ice. "Don't move until I tell you." She heard footsteps on the fire escape. Heavy. Deliberate. And then a voice that made her blood freeze solid. "Rory, love." Evan's accent curled around the words like smoke. "Is that you in there? I've been looking for you." Lucien's grip tightened on his cane. His head tilted toward the shattered window, and in the fractured reflection of the glass still clinging to the frame, Aurora saw his lips curve into something that was not quite a smile. "Found her first," he murmured. "Sorry about that."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags27
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"Evan's accent curled around [around]"
dialogueSentences101
tagDensity0.267
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92.85% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2099
totalAiIsmAdverbs3
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
2
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"slowly"
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)
47.59% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2099
totalAiIsms22
found
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word"flicked"
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2
word"velvet"
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word"familiar"
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word"stomach"
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word"intensity"
count1
6
word"the last thing"
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word"anticipation"
count1
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word"chaotic"
count1
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word"could feel"
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word"chill"
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word"silence"
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word"flickered"
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word"unspoken"
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word"tension"
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word"depths"
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word"traced"
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count1
19
word"shattered"
count1
20
word"fractured"
count1
highlights
0"echoed"
1"flicked"
2"velvet"
3"familiar"
4"stomach"
5"intensity"
6"the last thing"
7"anticipation"
8"chaotic"
9"could feel"
10"chill"
11"silence"
12"flickered"
13"unspoken"
14"tension"
15"warmth"
16"depths"
17"traced"
18"footsteps"
19"shattered"
20"fractured"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"knuckles turned white"
count1
1
label"stomach dropped/sank"
count1
highlights
0"knuckles went white"
1"stomach dropped"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences143
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences143
filterMatches
0"think"
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences214
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
totalWords2099
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions35
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions49
wordCount1408
uniqueNames10
maxNameDensity1.14
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Eva7
French1
Lucien16
Moreau1
Aurora15
Ptolemy5
Union1
Jack1
Brick1
Lane1
persons
0"Eva"
1"Lucien"
2"Moreau"
3"Aurora"
4"Ptolemy"
5"Union"
6"Jack"
places
0"Brick"
1"Lane"
globalScore0.932
windowScore0.833
95.65% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences92
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"felt like a countdown"
1"not quite a smile"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2099
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences214
matches
0"knew that voice"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs110
mean19.08
std16.92
cv0.887
sampleLengths
011
147
214
316
444
53
617
744
810
94
1057
116
123
132
1421
155
168
174
1816
1937
203
2146
225
235
246
2519
2618
276
2845
2956
3044
316
326
337
3432
3528
362
378
3832
398
402
4141
4210
4322
442
4547
4617
473
483
491
97.90% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences143
matches
0"was gone"
1"was concerned"
2"was, butted"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs243
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences214
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1413
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount43
adverbRatio0.03043170559094126
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.005661712668082095
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences214
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences214
mean9.81
std7.75
cv0.79
sampleLengths
02
19
213
313
421
511
63
79
81
91
105
118
124
1315
1417
153
1617
174
188
1919
2013
215
223
232
244
2522
2613
2722
286
293
302
3115
326
335
348
354
3614
372
387
391
408
4121
423
4321
4425
455
465
476
484
494
43.46% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats17
diversityRatio0.308411214953271
totalSentences214
uniqueOpeners66
55.56% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences120
matches
0"Then the second."
1"Of course he did."
ratio0.017
86.67% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount40
totalSentences120
matches
0"she said through the door"
1"Her stomach dropped before her"
2"She knew that voice."
3"Her palm pressed flat against"
4"She slid the first bolt."
5"He looked like hell."
6"They stood there, the threshold"
7"He tilted his head, rainwater"
8"She stepped aside."
9"He stopped in the centre"
10"He remembered everything."
11"She busied herself with the"
12"He'd left his cane by"
13"He obliged Ptolemy with a"
14"She didn't turn around, but"
15"Her voice sounded thin to"
16"She spun to face him,"
17"He poured the hot water"
18"She watched him add milk"
19"She snatched the kettle and"
ratio0.333
5.83% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount109
totalSentences120
matches
0"That was what stood between"
1"Aurora's hand hovered over the"
2"The knock came again, three"
3"Ptolemy, sprawled across a stack"
4"she said through the door"
5"The voice was velvet and"
6"Her stomach dropped before her"
7"She knew that voice."
8"Her palm pressed flat against"
9"Aurora closed her eyes."
10"The sensible thing would be"
11"She slid the first bolt."
12"He looked like hell."
13"Water dripped from the brim"
14"The ivory handle of his"
15"They stood there, the threshold"
16"Aurora's fingers tightened on the"
17"He tilted his head, rainwater"
18"A door creaked somewhere in"
19"Khatun from 3B, probably, checking"
ratio0.908
41.67% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences120
matches
0"If he'd ever been hers"
ratio0.008
68.45% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences48
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"The familiar motions, filling it from the tap, clicking it into its base, flipping the switch."
1"At the man who'd nearly destroyed her, caught mid-stride outside the curry house downstairs."
2"A man who wasn't a fixer, or a broker, or a half-demon with connections to things that made her skin crawl."
3"The warmth settled in her chest, grounding her, pulling her back from the precipice she'd been teetering on since the moment she opened the door."
4"His head tilted toward the shattered window, and in the fractured reflection of the glass still clinging to the frame, Aurora saw his lips curve into something …"
87.96% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags27
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"He tilted, rainwater sliding down the sharp angle of his jaw"
1"She spun, the mug clutched between them like a shield"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags10
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"She watched (watch)"
1"she admitted (admit)"
2"She laughed (laugh)"
3"he murmured (murmur)"
dialogueSentences101
tagDensity0.099
leniency0.198
rawRatio0.4
effectiveRatio0.079
86.8977%