Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHR0FWE8KX0SQ62Y3KXCVG3

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Mystery 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="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="4414" name="Eva Kowalski" aliases="Eva, Evie" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Best Friend"> <eyeColor>green</eyeColor> <hair>curly red</hair> <height>5'4"</height> <age>26</age> <glasses>round glasses</glasses> <satchel>worn leather satchel full of books</satchel> <freckles>freckled complexion</freckles> <nervousHabit>tucking hair behind her left ear</nervousHabit> <description>Aurora's childhood friend and an occult researcher.</description> <backstory>Moved to London two years before Aurora and works as a research assistant at the British Museum's restricted archives. She holds a master's degree in Ancient History from Oxford.</backstory> </character> <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> <item id="2004" name="Veil Compass" aliases="the Compass, shadow compass" type="Tool" origin="The Veil Market"> <casingMaterial>small brass compass</casingMaterial> <faceMarkings>face etched with protective sigils</faceMarkings> <needle>points toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal</needle> <patina>casing has a patina of verdigris</patina> <creator>crafted by a Shade artisan</creator> <description>A compass attuned to supernatural energy.</description> </item> </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 mystery genre. A detective arrives at a crime scene in an unusual location. Something is wrong — the evidence doesn't add up. A colleague is present, offering a different interpretation. Through careful observation and deduction, the detective begins to see what others have missed. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The body lay sprawled across the shattered turnstile like a discarded puppet, one arm hooked through the rusted bars. Blood pooled beneath it in a perfect circle, too neat, too contained for the violence suggested by the torn throat. Detective Harlow Quinn crouched beside the mess, leather watch creaking as she tilted her wrist to check the time. Eighteen years on the force, and this still made her stomach clench. Not the blood. The wrongness of it. "Same as the others?" DS Patel asked from the platform edge. His torch beam danced across the abandoned Tube station's curved walls, catching on faded Camden Market posters that had somehow survived decades underground. "Same as none of them." Quinn pressed two fingers against the victim's cold neck out of habit. Nothing. She studied the wound instead. Clean edges. Almost surgical. Yet the blood hadn't sprayed. It had settled like someone had poured it from a jug after the fact. "No arterial spray. No defensive wounds. And look at his shoes." Patel stepped closer, careful not to disturb the scene. "What about them?" "Polished. No scuff marks. He didn't struggle. Didn't even try to run." She rose, brushing dust from her knees with military precision. The salt-and-pepper crop of her hair caught the portable lights as she turned. "This wasn't a random attack, Vik. This was theatre." The abandoned station beneath Camden hummed with unnatural silence. No rats. No water dripping from cracked tiles. Just the distant echo of market stalls being set up somewhere above, ordinary London carrying on while they stood in this tomb. Quinn's gaze tracked across the platform. Something glinted near the far wall, half-hidden by a collapsed bench. She crossed to it, boots ringing against the concrete. A small brass compass lay there, its verdigris patina catching the light. Protective sigils etched into its face winked at her like they knew secrets. The needle spun lazily, not pointing north. Not pointing anywhere logical. She picked it up with gloved fingers. Cold. Too cold for the muggy station air. "Evidence bag," she said. Patel handed one over without comment. But his face told a different story. The way his jaw tightened. The slight flare of nostrils. "You've seen one of these before," Quinn stated. Not a question. "Never." Too quick. Too smooth. She sealed the compass away, noting how the needle kept spinning even inside the plastic. "Three bodies in two months. All with their throats opened like gift wrap. All in places that shouldn't exist. First that boarded-up church in Whitechapel. Then the roof of the abandoned printworks in Shoreditch. Now here. An old Tube station that doesn't appear on any current maps." "The council sealed this place in '89," Patel offered. "Structural issues." "Yet someone dragged our victim through three locked gates and a collapsed tunnel." She gestured at the access tunnel behind them. Fresh scrape marks on the walls. "Dragged him or he walked. I'm not sure which disturbs me more." Her eyes kept returning to the blood pool. Perfect circle. Almost ceremonial. She knelt again, ignoring the ache in her bad knee. The one that had never quite healed after Morris disappeared three years ago. The night everything went wrong in ways that still haunted her dreams. Morris. Partner. Friend. Gone in a swirl of impossible shadows that she'd convinced herself were just trauma. Until these cases started piling up. "Coroner's going to call this another animal attack," Patel said. His voice carried that careful neutrality officers used when they thought their superior was losing it. "Same as the last two." "Animals don't polish their victims' shoes first." Quinn stood, watching him. "And they certainly don't leave calling cards." She held up the evidence bag. The compass needle finally stopped spinning. It pointed directly at Patel. He took an involuntary step back. "Interesting," she murmured. The market stench hit her then. Not the normal Camden chaos of street food and incense from the levels above. This smelled of iron and old paper, of things best left in shadows. Her skin prickled. "Detective." Patel's tone shifted. Lower. Almost pleading. "Some cases, they aren't meant to add up. Some doors, you don't open." She studied him. The slight tremor in his left hand. The way his eyes kept darting toward the access tunnel. Twenty-two years old. Bright. Ambitious. And currently lying through his teeth. "Tell me about the Veil Market," she said. The words landed like stones in still water. Patel's face went carefully blank, but his pulse jumped in his throat. Visible even in the harsh lighting. "Don't know what you mean." "Course you don't." She moved closer, boots crunching on decades-old grit. "Just like you didn't know about the bone tokens three weeks ago when I found one in Morris's old locker. The one with your fingerprints on it." His shoulders stiffened. Military precision meeting military precision. They stood like that for a long moment, two soldiers on opposite sides of a war neither had admitted existed. The compass in its bag began spinning again. Faster now. The sigils seemed to glow faintly. Quinn's mind raced through details others had missed. The way all three victims had traces of rare book dust under their nails. The identical puncture marks hidden behind their left ears. The fact that each crime scene had contained an object that shouldn't exist in rational London. A silver key that opened nothing. A mirror that showed yesterday instead of today. And now this compass that pointed at lies. "Morris didn't die," she said quietly. The words she'd never spoken aloud to another officer. "He vanished. Into whatever this is. And you're going to tell me how to follow him." Patel's laugh came out brittle. "You're tired, Detective. The stress. After what happened to your partner." "Don't." The single word cut sharper than the victim's wound. She stepped into his space, close enough to smell his fear-sweat beneath the standard issue cologne. "I watched shadows with teeth drag him through a wall. I told myself it was gas. Hallucination. Anything but what it was. Then your prints turned up on that bone token. The one that matches the entry requirements for an underground market that moves every full moon." His eyes widened. Just a fraction. But enough. "Entry requirements," he echoed. The first crack in his armour. "How did you" "Because I've been doing this for eighteen years." She tapped the evidence bag. "And because that compass just pointed at the rift behind you. The one you've been guarding since we arrived." Patel glanced over his shoulder. The tunnel mouth yawned wider than it had moments ago. Shadows within shadows. A faint glow pulsed deep inside, like distant candlelight reflected off water. "You don't understand what you're asking," he whispered. The professional mask slipped completely. "The Market doesn't trade in goods. It trades in truths that break people. Your partner, he made a deal. They all do eventually." Quinn felt the familiar weight of her shoulder holster. The cold comfort of a weapon that suddenly seemed inadequate against whatever waited in that tunnel. But she had lost too much to unexplained darkness. Morris's last words still echoed in her skull some nights. *Don't follow. Whatever you do, Quinn, don't follow.* Too late for that. She pocketed the compass, ignoring protocol. The metal burned against her palm even through the evidence bag. "Show me." "Detective, please." Patel's voice cracked. Not the young ambitious officer anymore. Just a man who'd seen too much. "Some doors, once opened" "Stay closed?" She smiled without humour. Her sharp jaw tightened. "I've buried three bodies that say otherwise. Four, if we count Morris. And something tells me our friend here on the turnstile paid the Market for information he shouldn't have had." The body chose that moment to twitch. Not rigor mortis. Not nerves firing randomly. A deliberate, fluid movement. The head turned toward them with a wet crunch of vertebrae that should have been impossible. Its eyes opened. Milk-white. Empty. "Harlow," it gargled through a ruined throat. Blood bubbled but didn't fall. "Evie sends her regards. The redhead. With the books. She says the archives have a new exhibit. One with your name on it." Patel swore in Punjabi. His hand flew to his radio. Quinn didn't move. Couldn't. The voice was Morris's. Distorted. Wrong. But his. The same slight Manchester accent. The same way he always said her name like it mattered. The corpse's arm lifted. Pointed one bloody finger at the tunnel. "Compass knows the way. Bone token gets you in. But the price" The mouth stretched into something that might have been a smile. "The price is always more than you think." The lights flickered. One of the portable halogens popped with a sound like breaking bone. Quinn grabbed Patel's arm as he stumbled back. Her grip was iron. "You're going to tell me everything," she said. Her voice didn't shake. Years of training held. "Starting with how my best friend's name just came out of a dead man's mouth. Eva Kowalski works in the British Museum's restricted archives. She's an occult researcher. And apparently she's been keeping secrets from both of us." The corpse laughed. A wet, gurgling sound that echoed unnaturally in the station. Above them, the ordinary sounds of Camden Market continued. Vendors shouting about vintage leather and fresh falafel. Tourists laughing. Life moving on. Below, the tunnel breathed. The compass in Quinn's pocket spun faster, its needle locked on the pulsing darkness ahead. Sigils glowing like accusations. Patel met her eyes. Something ancient and exhausted lived in them now. "You really want to do this?" The body on the turnstile began to dissolve. Not decay. Dissolve. Like ink in water. The blood circle rippled outward, forming symbols Quinn couldn't read but felt in her bones. Old. Hungry. She thought of Morris's laugh. Of late nights in the station canteen trading terrible jokes. Of the way he'd always had her back, right until the night he didn't. Then she thought of Eva. Curly red hair. Round glasses perpetually sliding down her freckled nose. The nervous habit of tucking that hair behind her left ear whenever she lied. The same habit she'd displayed last week when Quinn had asked about her latest research project. "I already have," Quinn said. She stepped toward the tunnel mouth. The air grew thick, syrupy. Smelled of old paper and copper and something sweet underneath. Like myrrh. Patel followed. His shoulders slumped in defeat, but his hand stayed near his weapon. Not aimed at the tunnel. Aimed at her. The last working light exploded. Darkness swallowed them whole. From within the tunnel came the distant sound of stalls being erected. Voices haggling in languages that hurt to hear. The unmistakable chime of bone tokens exchanging hands. The Veil Market was open for business. And Detective Harlow Quinn had brought the exact right currency. Her own questions.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags23
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"she said quietly [quietly]"
dialogueSentences49
tagDensity0.469
leniency0.939
rawRatio0.043
effectiveRatio0.041
86.26% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1819
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"lazily"
count1
1
adverb"carefully"
count1
2
adverb"completely"
count1
3
adverb"suddenly"
count1
4
adverb"really"
count1
highlights
0"lazily"
1"carefully"
2"completely"
3"suddenly"
4"really"
80.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found
0"Patel"
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
53.27% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1819
totalAiIsms17
found
0
word"shattered"
count1
1
word"perfect"
count2
2
word"stomach"
count1
3
word"silence"
count1
4
word"echo"
count1
5
word"etched"
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word"pulse"
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word"raced"
count1
8
word"standard"
count1
9
word"echoed"
count3
10
word"pulsed"
count1
11
word"familiar"
count1
12
word"weight"
count1
13
word"flickered"
count1
highlights
0"shattered"
1"perfect"
2"stomach"
3"silence"
4"echo"
5"etched"
6"pulse"
7"raced"
8"standard"
9"echoed"
10"pulsed"
11"familiar"
12"weight"
13"flickered"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
highlights
0"eyes widened"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences200
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences200
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences224
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen48
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords8
totalWords1819
ratio0.004
matches
0"Don't follow. Whatever you do, Quinn, don't follow."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions18
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions57
wordCount1325
uniqueNames16
maxNameDensity1.13
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Harlow2
Quinn15
Patel15
Tube1
Camden4
Market3
London2
Fresh1
Morris5
Lower1
Blood2
Punjabi1
Manchester1
Eva1
Veil1
Detective2
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Patel"
3"Camden"
4"Market"
5"Morris"
6"Blood"
7"Eva"
places
0"London"
1"Punjabi"
2"Manchester"
globalScore0.934
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences101
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"seemed inadequate against whatever waited in that tunnel"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1819
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences224
matches
0"chose that moment"
1"tucking that hair"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs77
mean23.62
std16.54
cv0.7
sampleLengths
039
138
234
357
412
544
639
726
836
915
104
1123
1211
135
1462
1511
1639
1747
1823
1931
2018
2117
226
233
2436
2520
2631
278
2826
295
3038
3128
3216
3369
3431
3516
3673
378
3813
3932
4030
4136
4252
434
4417
452
4622
4741
487
4927
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences200
matches
0"being erected"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs227
matches
0"was losing"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences224
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1332
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount53
adverbRatio0.03978978978978979
lyAdverbCount13
lyAdverbRatio0.00975975975975976
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences224
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences224
mean8.12
std6.95
cv0.855
sampleLengths
019
120
219
312
43
54
611
723
817
91
105
112
122
135
1414
1511
169
173
1822
1913
209
219
222
236
2422
256
2611
279
2812
2913
307
314
327
331
347
354
366
377
385
395
408
413
423
432
4415
4547
469
472
4821
496
65.48% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats15
diversityRatio0.4330357142857143
totalSentences224
uniqueOpeners97
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount6
totalSentences158
matches
0"Just the distant echo of"
1"Too cold for the muggy"
2"Just a fraction."
3"Too late for that."
4"Just a man who'd seen"
5"Then she thought of Eva."
ratio0.038
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount35
totalSentences158
matches
0"His torch beam danced across"
1"She studied the wound instead."
2"It had settled like someone"
3"She rose, brushing dust from"
4"She crossed to it, boots"
5"She picked it up with"
6"She sealed the compass away,"
7"She gestured at the access"
8"Her eyes kept returning to"
9"She knelt again, ignoring the"
10"His voice carried that careful"
11"She held up the evidence"
12"It pointed directly at Patel."
13"He took an involuntary step"
14"Her skin prickled."
15"She studied him."
16"She moved closer, boots crunching"
17"His shoulders stiffened."
18"They stood like that for"
19"she said quietly"
ratio0.222
86.58% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount118
totalSentences158
matches
0"The body lay sprawled across"
1"Blood pooled beneath it in"
2"Detective Harlow Quinn crouched beside"
3"The wrongness of it."
4"DS Patel asked from the"
5"His torch beam danced across"
6"Quinn pressed two fingers against"
7"She studied the wound instead."
8"It had settled like someone"
9"Patel stepped closer, careful not"
10"She rose, brushing dust from"
11"The salt-and-pepper crop of her"
12"The abandoned station beneath Camden"
13"Quinn's gaze tracked across the"
14"Something glinted near the far"
15"She crossed to it, boots"
16"A small brass compass lay"
17"The needle spun lazily, not"
18"She picked it up with"
19"Patel handed one over without"
ratio0.747
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences158
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences44
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"His torch beam danced across the abandoned Tube station's curved walls, catching on faded Camden Market posters that had somehow survived decades underground."
1"The head turned toward them with a wet crunch of vertebrae that should have been impossible."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags23
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"She moved, boots crunching on decades-old grit"
68.37% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags11
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"Quinn pressed (press)"
1"Quinn stated (state)"
2"she murmured (murmur)"
3"he whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences49
tagDensity0.224
leniency0.449
rawRatio0.364
effectiveRatio0.163
90.7762%