Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ79MPCRH8FP8H10QPZDN6Q7

Run Details

Duration:
3m 25s
Cost:
$0.052993
Provider:
Alibaba

Model input

System
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
Boots slapped wet tarmac. Harlow pivoted round the corner, shoulder clipping a rusted drainpipe. The suspect’s dark coat whipped round the next bend. She pushed harder. Lungs burned. Eighteen years on the Metropolitan force taught her how to pace a sprint, but this bastard moved like smoke through a keyhole. She cleared a stack of discarded pallets. Glass crunched under her soles. The suspect vaulted a low brick wall and dropped into the service alley behind the Camden high street. Harlow followed. Her knees absorbed the impact. She drew her warrant card, not her sidearm. Protocol demanded restraint. Instinct demanded a tackle. "Police! Stop!" Her voice bounced off the damp brickwork. The suspect ignored her. He dodged left, past a row of overflowing skips, and wrenched open a heavy iron service door. Yellow light spilled into the alley. He slipped inside. The door swung shut. Harlow hit the metal with her shoulder. The latch gave. She stumbled into a narrow concrete stairwell. The air changed instantly. Stale ozone and crushed myrrh replaced the smell of wet rubbish. Fluorescent tubes flickered overhead, casting long, jittery shadows down the spiralling steps. She descended. Two flights. Three. The suspect’s footsteps echoed below, steady, unhurried. He knew the route. The stairwell opened into a forgotten ticket hall. Victorian tiles clung to the curved walls, chipped and stained with decades of grime. Turnstiles sat rusted in place, their metal arms frozen mid-spin. Beyond them, the platform dropped away into a cavernous dark. Makeshift stalls crowded the abandoned tracks, draped in faded velvet and strung with bare Edison bulbs. The hum of low conversation drifted up, tangled with the sharp tang of burning sage and hot copper. A hand-painted sign hung crooked above the archway: The Veil Market. Tonight’s location. Tomorrow’s ghost. Harlow pressed her back against the cold tile. She checked her worn leather watch. The second hand ticked past the eleven. Three years since Morris vanished into a scene exactly like this. No body. No report. Just a case file sealed by superiors who preferred blind eyes to broken rules. The suspect stood at the threshold. He turned. Warm brown eyes met hers. Olive skin caught the bulb light. A thin scar traced his left forearm where his sleeve rode up. A silver Saint Christopher medallion rested against his collarbone. Tomás Herrera. Former paramedic. Current headache. "You are far from your precinct, Detective Quinn." His accent carried the soft cadence of Seville, trimmed by London years. "And you are running from a police officer." Harlow stepped off the bottom stair. "Hands where I can see them." Tomás raised his palms. The medallion swung. "I walk. You chase. Different things." "You left a crime scene." "I left a corpse that stopped being my problem the moment the heart monitor flatlined." He lowered his hands slowly. "You want the truth, or you want the paperwork?" "I want you to step away from that archway." Tomás glanced over his shoulder. The market buzzed behind him. Vendors weighed iridescent powders on brass scales. A woman in a moth-eaten shawl bartered over a jar of suspended eyes. None of them looked at the stairs. None of them cared about the Met. "You cross this line, Harlow, you leave your badge at the top." Tomás tapped his chest. "They do not serve warrants down here. They serve consequences." "I have seen worse than black marketeers." "Have you?" Tomás smiled. It did not reach his eyes. "Morris thought the same." The name hit like a truncheon to the ribs. Harlow’s sharp jaw tightened. She kept her voice level. "You knew him." "I patched his ribs after the Shoreditch job. I told him to stay away from the old tunnels. He listened about as well as you do." Tomás reached into his coat. Harlow’s hand drifted to her belt. He pulled out a small, pale object. A knuckle bone, polished smooth, strung on braided cord. He held it up. "Entry token. One per soul. You do not have one." "I have a warrant." "Paper burns." Tomás tossed the bone to the attendant at the archway. The man caught it, nodded, and stepped aside. The barrier opened. A wave of heated air rolled out, thick with the scent of petrichor and ground cloves. "Last chance, Detective. Turn round. Write your report. Sleep in your bed." Harlow weighed the drop. Protocol screamed retreat. Unauthorised entry into an unregulated space meant suspension. It meant career suicide. It also meant the only lead on Morris’s disappearance walking away into the smoke. She stepped forward. Tomás’s eyebrows lifted. "Brave. Or stupid." "Move." He turned and walked into the market. Harlow followed. The attendant blocked her path with a meaty forearm. His eyes were entirely black. No whites. No iris. Just void. "Token." The word sounded like gravel grinding in a mixer. Harlow reached into her pocket. She pulled out her warrant card, her keys, a folded photograph of Morris. Nothing useful. She looked past the attendant. Tomás disappeared behind a rack of hanging charms. "I am with him." Harlow jerked her chin toward the stalls. "Blood does not buy passage." The attendant leaned in. His breath smelled of burnt sugar and old meat. "Bone does. Or blood." Harlow unclipped the utility knife from her belt. She pressed the blade to her palm. A thin line opened. Red welled. She let three drops fall onto the concrete threshold. The stone hissed. The black-eyed man stepped back. "Enter. Do not linger." She wiped her hand on her trousers and pushed through the archway. The market unfolded like a fever dream carved into bedrock. Canvas awnings stretched between rusted support pillars, creating narrow alleys that twisted round abandoned train carriages. Glass cabinets displayed vials of luminescent fluid, bundles of dried nightshade, and rusted surgical tools wrapped in oilcloth. A gramophone crackled a warped waltz from a stall draped in Persian rugs. Buyers moved in quiet clusters, faces hidden behind scarves, wide-brimmed hats, and porcelain masks. Money changed hands in silver coins, rolled cigarettes, and whispered favours. The air hung heavy, pressing against the lungs, thick with the static charge of things that should not exist above ground. Harlow tracked Tomás’s coat through the crowd. He moved with purpose, weaving past a table of tarot readers and a butcher block displaying something that resembled a ribcage but had too many joints. He stopped at a stall near the platform edge. The vendor wore a leather apron stained dark at the front. They exchanged words. Tomás handed over a thick envelope. The vendor passed him a small wooden box. Harlow closed the distance. She kept her shoulders square, her stride measured. Military precision in a den of wolves. She reached the edge of the stall. "Transaction complete?" she asked. Tomás did not turn. "You bleed on their floor, you buy their trouble." "Open the box." "You will not like the contents." "Open it." Tomás set the box on the counter. He lifted the lid. Inside rested a human molar, wrapped in silver wire, resting on a bed of crushed violet petals. A tiny symbol was etched into the enamel. A reversed sigma. Harlow recognised it from the evidence locker. The same mark found on Morris’s abandoned jacket. Her breath caught. She reached for the box. A heavy hand clamped onto her wrist. The vendor leaned forward. Porcelain mask cracked down the middle. One human eye stared out, wide and bloodshot. "Thief," the vendor hissed. "Market law demands a price." Tomás stepped back. "I told you, Harlow." Whistles blew. Sharp. Piercing. The crowd parted. Heavy boots pounded the platform stones. Three enforcers emerged from the shadows, each carrying a length of iron chain studded with glass shards. The gramophone died. The market fell silent. Harlow twisted her wrist. The vendor’s grip held fast. She drove her elbow into his ribs. He grunted but did not let go. The chains dragged across the floor. Sparks flew. "Let her go," Tomás said. His voice lost its calm edge. "She is Met. You bring the surface down, we all burn." "Market law," the vendor repeated. "Blood for theft." The first enforcer raised his chain. Harlow dropped her centre of gravity. She braced. The chain swung. She ducked. Glass shattered against the wooden counter. Splinters rained down. She drove her knee into the vendor’s thigh. His grip loosened. She wrenched free, grabbed the wooden box, and bolted. Boots pounded behind her. Shouts echoed off the tiled vault. She cut left down a narrow aisle, shouldering past a rack of hanging bones. A hand grabbed her collar. She spun, drove her palm upward, and caught a chin. Teeth clicked. The grip released. She kept moving. The platform edge loomed ahead. The tracks dropped into black water. No exit. No stairs. Just dead end and rising shouts. Tomás appeared at her side, matching her pace. "Left. Maintenance hatch. Ten metres." "Why help me?" "Because Morris owed me a favour. And you just stole his tooth." Harlow spotted the rusted iron door set into the tunnel wall. She lunged for it. The handle refused to turn. Locked. She slammed her shoulder against the metal. Once. Twice. The third hit broke the latch. The door groaned open. Damp air rushed out. She plunged inside. Tomás followed. He kicked the door shut behind them. Heavy impacts shook the frame. Chains scraped the outside metal. Voices shouted in a language that twisted the tongue. Harlow turned. The maintenance tunnel stretched into darkness, lit only by a single flickering emergency bulb. Water dripped from cracked pipes. The wooden box felt heavy in her hand. She pried the lid open again. The molar sat undisturbed. The etched symbol seemed to pulse in the low light. Tomás pressed his back against the door. He pulled a heavy iron bolt across the frame. "They will cut through in two minutes. We need to move." "Where does this lead?" "Old Northern line junction. Flooded in ninety-two. Unmapped." He turned to her. His warm brown eyes held no comfort. "You wanted the truth, Detective. It waits in the dark." Harlow snapped the box shut. She adjusted her grip. "Lead the way." Tomás pushed off the wall. He took three steps into the tunnel. The emergency bulb died. Pitch black swallowed them. A wet scrape echoed from the water ahead. Not boots. Not chains. Something dragging itself over concrete. Something breathing. Harlow drew her torch. The beam cut the dark. Thirty feet down the tunnel, a pale figure crouched in the shallows. It turned its head. No eyes. Just smooth skin and a mouth full of needle teeth. It hissed. Water rippled as more shapes rose behind it. Tomás froze. "Do not move." The first creature lunged.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags16
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences48
tagDensity0.333
leniency0.667
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.20% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1787
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
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)
58.03% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1787
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"flickered"
count1
1
word"footsteps"
count1
2
word"echoed"
count3
3
word"velvet"
count1
4
word"traced"
count1
5
word"porcelain"
count2
6
word"measured"
count1
7
word"etched"
count2
8
word"shattered"
count1
9
word"loomed"
count1
10
word"pulse"
count1
highlights
0"flickered"
1"footsteps"
2"echoed"
3"velvet"
4"traced"
5"porcelain"
6"measured"
7"etched"
8"shattered"
9"loomed"
10"pulse"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences237
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences237
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)
analyzedSentences269
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen31
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1787
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions6
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions63
wordCount1495
uniqueNames17
maxNameDensity1.4
worstName"Harlow"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Tomás"
discoveredNames
Metropolitan1
Camden1
Edison1
Veil1
Market1
Morris4
Saint1
Christopher1
Herrera1
Seville1
London1
Harlow21
Tomás20
Met1
Persian1
Glass3
Three3
persons
0"Edison"
1"Market"
2"Morris"
3"Saint"
4"Christopher"
5"Herrera"
6"Harlow"
7"Tomás"
8"Glass"
places
0"Seville"
1"London"
2"Persian"
globalScore0.798
windowScore0.5
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences115
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"sounded like gravel grinding in a mixer"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1787
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences269
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs70
mean25.53
std21.73
cv0.851
sampleLengths
050
152
29
334
460
591
650
740
86
920
1020
1113
125
1329
149
1544
1626
177
1814
1921
2067
214
2251
2333
243
256
261
2729
2810
2933
3011
3122
3238
334
3412
35103
3670
3726
384
3913
403
416
422
4354
448
4525
469
477
4837
4931
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences237
matches
0"was etched"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs286
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences269
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1500
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount23
adverbRatio0.015333333333333332
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.004
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences269
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences269
mean6.64
std4.59
cv0.691
sampleLengths
04
110
29
33
42
522
67
75
818
92
105
118
123
134
149
154
1617
176
183
194
207
213
227
234
2411
2512
262
272
281
297
304
318
3214
3310
3410
3516
3618
3711
382
392
408
416
427
4311
442
452
4614
476
482
495
51.05% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats16
diversityRatio0.3420074349442379
totalSentences269
uniqueOpeners92
51.28% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences195
matches
0"Just a case file sealed"
1"Just dead end and rising"
2"Just smooth skin and a"
ratio0.015
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount55
totalSentences195
matches
0"She pushed harder."
1"She cleared a stack of"
2"Her knees absorbed the impact."
3"She drew her warrant card,"
4"Her voice bounced off the"
5"He dodged left, past a"
6"He slipped inside."
7"She stumbled into a narrow"
8"He knew the route."
9"She checked her worn leather"
10"His accent carried the soft"
11"He lowered his hands slowly"
12"It did not reach his"
13"She kept her voice level."
14"He pulled out a small,"
15"He held it up."
16"It meant career suicide."
17"It also meant the only"
18"She stepped forward."
19"He turned and walked into"
ratio0.282
11.28% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount175
totalSentences195
matches
0"Boots slapped wet tarmac."
1"Harlow pivoted round the corner,"
2"The suspect’s dark coat whipped"
3"She pushed harder."
4"She cleared a stack of"
5"Glass crunched under her soles."
6"The suspect vaulted a low"
7"Her knees absorbed the impact."
8"She drew her warrant card,"
9"Protocol demanded restraint."
10"Instinct demanded a tackle."
11"Her voice bounced off the"
12"The suspect ignored her."
13"He dodged left, past a"
14"He slipped inside."
15"The door swung shut."
16"Harlow hit the metal with"
17"The latch gave."
18"She stumbled into a narrow"
19"The air changed instantly."
ratio0.897
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences195
matches(empty)
ratio0
86.47% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences38
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"Just a case file sealed by superiors who preferred blind eyes to broken rules."
1"The air hung heavy, pressing against the lungs, thick with the static charge of things that should not exist above ground."
2"He moved with purpose, weaving past a table of tarot readers and a butcher block displaying something that resembled a ribcage but had too many joints."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags16
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags4
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"the vendor hissed (hiss)"
1"the vendor repeated (repeat)"
dialogueSentences48
tagDensity0.083
leniency0.167
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.083
86.8439%