Run: 2026-05-01-01KQHSTPK7RSY438HVW04ZKA88

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
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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="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>

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The footsteps slapped against wet concrete, sharp as gunshots in the narrow Soho alley. Detective Harlow Quinn pumped her legs harder, rain stinging her eyes, her worn leather watch heavy on her wrist. The suspect ahead, a slight figure in a drenched hoodie, glanced back once. Just once. Enough for her to catch the flash of recognition in those eyes. "Stop! Police!" Her voice cracked against brick walls. The figure didn't slow. Instead, it veered left onto Old Compton Street, dodging a cluster of umbrella-wielding clubbers who scattered like startled pigeons. Quinn followed, her military bearing keeping her strides even despite the burn in her lungs. Eighteen years on the force. Eighteen years chasing shadows that never quite added up. This one felt different. This one reeked of the same unnatural rot that had swallowed DS Morris three years ago. The suspect ducked into a side passage between a shuttered theatre and a vape shop. Quinn skidded after, trainers splashing through puddles that reflected the sickly green neon of The Raven's Nest sign across the road. Silas' bar. She'd raided it twice last month on tips about unlicensed pharmaceuticals. The clique, they called themselves. A loose network of dealers, fixers, and worse. Tomás Herrera among them, patching up things that shouldn't need patching. Her radio crackled at her belt. She ignored it. Backup would only complicate this. The alley narrowed, forcing her shoulders to brush against graffiti-covered walls. Ahead, the suspect vaulted a chain-link fence with surprising agility. Quinn grabbed the top rail, hauled herself over, landed in a crouch that sent water spraying up her shins. The figure was already disappearing down a set of concrete steps half-hidden behind overflowing bins. She pursued, heart hammering against her ribs. The stairs descended steeply, the air growing thicker, heavier. Rain dripped from her closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair into her eyes. She wiped it away with the back of her hand. The suspect's footsteps echoed below now, fading. Quinn drew her baton, extending it with a metallic snick that echoed too loudly in the confined space. At the bottom, a rusted metal door stood ajar. Beyond it, darkness swallowed everything. She hesitated only a second. Morris had hesitated once. Look where that got him. She pushed through. The door led to an abandoned service tunnel, the kind London forgot about between one urban regeneration project and the next. Her footsteps rang against tiled floors slick with condensation. The tunnel sloped downward, the faint glow of emergency lighting strips painting everything in sickly yellow. Ahead, she caught the flicker of movement. The suspect had discarded the hoodie. A flash of olive skin, a glint of something metallic around the neck. Saint Christopher. Interesting. "Tomás Herrera," she called, testing the name like a blade. "I know it's you. Stop running and we can talk." A low chuckle drifted back, warm despite the chill. Spanish accent curled around the words. "Detective Quinn. Always so sure of herself." The voice carried different now, less panicked. Almost amused. Quinn quickened her pace, baton gripped tight. The tunnel widened into what looked like an old platform. Abandoned Tube station. Camden, if her mental map served. The air smelled different here, copper and incense and something sweeter, like overripe fruit left to rot. She rounded a corner and stopped dead. The platform teemed with people. Not normal people. Figures in hooded cloaks bartered over tables laden with jars that glowed faint blue. A woman with too-sharp teeth weighed something that looked like dried fingers on antique scales. In the far corner, a man in a pinstripe suit examined what appeared to be a human eye floating in formaldehyde. The green neon sign from above had been replicated here in smaller versions, casting everything in that same eerie hue. The Veil Market. She'd heard rumours. Never believed them. Until now. Herrera stood twenty metres away, no longer running. He faced her directly, short curly dark brown hair plastered to his forehead, warm brown eyes steady. The scar along his left forearm caught the light as he raised both hands slowly. His Saint Christopher medallion swung free of his collar. "You're out of your depth, Detective." Quinn scanned the crowd. No one seemed surprised by her presence. A few even smirked, as if this was entertainment. Her grip on the baton tightened until her knuckles ached. "Thomas Herrera, I'm arresting you on suspicion of supplying controlled substances and obstructing a police officer. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence." He laughed outright this time. The sound bounced off curved tile walls covered in decades of grime and newer, stranger markings. Symbols that hurt to look at directly. "Controlled substances? That's rich coming from you lot. What do you call the things your partner stumbled into three years back? The ones that left him inside out?" The words hit like a physical blow. Quinn stepped forward, jaw clenched so tight she felt it in her temples. Morris. The official report said gang-related. She knew better. The photos still haunted her dreams, body arranged in impossible angles, symbols carved with surgical precision. "Don't talk about him." "Or what?" Herrera lowered his hands but didn't move closer. "You'll arrest me? Here?" He gestured to the market around them. A stallholder nearby sold vials of liquid that shifted colours when shaken. Another offered maps that seemed to redraw themselves. "These people don't recognise your badge, Detective. Different rules down here." A tall figure in a deep hood drifted closer to Quinn's left. She caught the glint of too many teeth when it smiled. Her free hand moved instinctively toward her concealed carry, though she knew firearms were useless against some things. Morris had taught her that much before he died. "Why run if you're innocent?" "Who said anything about innocent?" Herrera's voice dropped, losing its amusement. "I run because some questions aren't meant for your kind. The clique protects its own. You wouldn't understand." Quinn took another step. The crowd shifted subtly, forming a loose circle. She felt their eyes like physical pressure against her skin. The smell of incense grew stronger, cloying, sticking to the back of her throat. Beneath it, the copper tang of old blood. "Try me." Herrera studied her for a long moment. His fingers brushed the medallion, a habitual gesture that spoke of comfort sought rather than found. When he spoke again, his words came measured, each one deliberate. "Your partner. Morris. He came to me first, you know. Before the end. Asked for information about the Veil. About what moves beneath London when the full moon shifts the Market." He paused, olive skin pale under the strange lights. "I told him to leave it alone. Some doors, once opened, don't close again." "Liar." The word left her lips before she could stop it. Morris would never have gone to someone like Herrera. Not without telling her. They had been partners for seven years. She would have known. "Am I?" Herrera's warm brown eyes held hers, unblinking. "Check your records again, Detective. Three weeks before his death, he visited an off-books clinic in Whitechapel. My clinic. Look for the records under my old NHS number, before they struck me off." The information landed heavy in her gut. She wanted to dismiss it, to call it another lie from a criminal trying to save his skin. But the details fit too neatly. The unexplained absences in Morris's final month. The way he'd grown distant, secretive. The night he died, he'd left a single message on her answering machine. Just three words, spoken in a voice she barely recognised. *It's watching me.* She had played it over and over until the tape wore thin. The market noise swelled around them. Haggling voices rose and fell in languages that didn't sound entirely human. Something with wings fluttered near the curved ceiling, too large for a pigeon. Quinn forced her breathing to steady, military precision reasserting itself despite the growing dread. "Even if that's true, it doesn't explain why you're running now. What are you hiding, Herrera?" He smiled then, but it didn't reach his eyes. The scar on his forearm seemed to darken, as if remembering the knife that made it. "The clique isn't what you think. We don't sell drugs to kids in playgrounds. We provide what the normal world can't. Healing for those the hospitals would call monsters. Information that keeps the balance. Your kind disrupts that balance." "By existing?" "By asking the wrong questions." He took one step back, merging slightly with the crowd. "Like why certain detectives keep finding bodies arranged in patterns that match Sumerian binding rites. Or why your partner's watch, the one just like yours, stopped at exactly 3:33 the night he died." Quinn's left wrist suddenly felt colder. She resisted the urge to check her own watch, the worn leather suddenly constricting. The crowd pressed closer now. She could smell them, a mixture of damp wool, strange herbs, and underlying fear. Or was that her own scent? "Last chance," she said, voice low. "Come with me quietly. We can sort this at the station." "Or what? You'll follow me deeper?" Herrera's hand moved to a bookshelf against the tunnel wall, identical to the one in The Raven's Nest above. A hidden mechanism, then. The secret room. "This market moves with the full moon, Detective. Tonight it sits beneath Camden. Tomorrow? Who knows. But if you step through this door after me, there's no coming back the same." His fingers found a latch. The bookshelf swung outward with barely a sound, revealing a narrow passage lit by flickering candles. The air that wafted out carried whispers, actual whispers, like dozens of voices speaking at once in languages long dead. Quinn's mind raced. Procedure demanded she call for backup, secure the scene, contain the suspect. Instinct, honed by eighteen years and one partner's inexplicable death, screamed something else entirely. This was it. The thread that might finally unravel what happened to Morris. The supernatural origins she'd never understood but always suspected. The crowd had gone quiet now. Every eye fixed on her. The hooded figure with too many teeth leaned forward, breath rank with something metallic. Herrera stood framed in the candlelight, medallion catching the glow like a promise or a warning. "Decision time, Quinn. Your rules or the real ones?" She took one step toward the doorway. Then another. The baton felt useless in her grip, a child's toy against whatever waited beyond. Rain still dripped from her clothes, leaving dark spots on the ancient tiles. Each drop sounded like a clock ticking down. Morris's face flashed behind her eyes, twisted in ways no human body should allow. His final message echoed in her skull. *It's watching me.* She met Herrera's warm brown eyes one last time. The Spanish paramedic who had lost everything to help things that shouldn't exist. The man who might hold the answers she had chased for three years. "After you," she said. Herrera's expression shifted, something like respect mixing with pity. He turned and stepped through the hidden passage. Quinn followed before she could change her mind, the bookshelf swinging shut behind them with a finality that echoed through her bones. The whispers grew louder as darkness swallowed them both. Something in the shadows ahead shifted, uncoiling. A smell like burning paper and old graves filled her nostrils. Her watch suddenly felt ice cold against her skin. Whatever waited in this unfamiliar territory, it already knew her name.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags12
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences31
tagDensity0.387
leniency0.774
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
87.16% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1947
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
1
adverb"slightly"
count1
2
adverb"suddenly"
count3
highlights
0"slowly"
1"slightly"
2"suddenly"
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)
53.78% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1947
totalAiIsms18
found
0
word"footsteps"
count3
1
word"echoed"
count4
2
word"flicker"
count1
3
word"glint"
count2
4
word"chill"
count1
5
word"quickened"
count1
6
word"scanned"
count1
7
word"jaw clenched"
count1
8
word"measured"
count1
9
word"fluttered"
count1
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word"raced"
count1
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word"unravel"
count1
highlights
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2"flicker"
3"glint"
4"chill"
5"quickened"
6"scanned"
7"jaw clenched"
8"measured"
9"fluttered"
10"raced"
11"unravel"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"jaw/fists clenched"
count1
highlights
0"jaw clenched"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells2
narrationSentences166
matches
0"seemed surprised"
1"g with pity"
91.22% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount4
narrationSentences166
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"appeared to"
1"seemed to"
2"happened to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences186
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen53
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans2
markdownWords6
totalWords1947
ratio0.003
matches
0"It's watching me."
1"It's watching me."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions14
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"The clique, they called themselves."
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions52
wordCount1549
uniqueNames17
maxNameDensity0.9
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Soho1
Harlow1
Quinn14
Old1
Compton1
Street1
Morris8
Raven2
Nest2
Herrera11
London1
Christopher2
Tube1
Veil1
Market1
Saint2
Spanish2
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Morris"
3"Raven"
4"Herrera"
5"Christopher"
6"Saint"
places
0"Soho"
1"Old"
2"Compton"
3"Street"
4"London"
5"Market"
globalScore1
windowScore1
8.87% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences124
glossingSentenceCount7
matches
0"looked like an old platform"
1"looked like dried fingers on antique scal"
2"seemed surprised by her presence"
3"maps that seemed to redraw themselves"
4"as if remembering the knife that made it"
5"sounded like a clock ticking down"
6"something like respect mixing with pity"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1947
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences186
matches
0"was that her"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs60
mean32.45
std21.76
cv0.671
sampleLengths
060
18
272
373
414
562
655
728
83
975
1020
1115
127
1352
147
1578
1611
1749
186
1930
2053
2128
2228
2345
244
2552
2650
275
2829
2944
302
3134
3254
3335
3442
3567
363
3712
3845
3916
4025
4139
422
4348
4445
4517
4663
4741
4851
4925
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences166
matches
0"been replicated"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs287
matches
0"was already disappearing"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences186
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount511
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount15
adverbRatio0.029354207436399216
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.007827788649706457
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences186
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences186
mean10.47
std7.35
cv0.702
sampleLengths
014
119
213
32
412
58
64
719
815
95
109
114
1216
1315
1421
152
1611
175
188
1911
206
213
225
2311
2410
2519
2615
277
289
2911
3010
317
3218
339
345
355
364
375
383
3921
409
4116
427
436
4413
452
461
4710
4810
499
58.60% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.3870967741935484
totalSentences186
uniqueOpeners72
42.19% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences158
matches
0"Instead, it veered left onto"
1"Just three words, spoken in"
ratio0.013
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount40
totalSentences158
matches
0"Her voice cracked against brick"
1"She'd raided it twice last"
2"Her radio crackled at her"
3"She ignored it."
4"She pursued, heart hammering against"
5"She wiped it away with"
6"She hesitated only a second."
7"She pushed through."
8"Her footsteps rang against tiled"
9"she called, testing the name"
10"She rounded a corner and"
11"She'd heard rumours."
12"He faced her directly, short"
13"His Saint Christopher medallion swung"
14"Her grip on the baton"
15"He laughed outright this time."
16"She knew better."
17"He gestured to the market"
18"She caught the glint of"
19"Her free hand moved instinctively"
ratio0.253
32.78% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount135
totalSentences158
matches
0"The footsteps slapped against wet"
1"Detective Harlow Quinn pumped her"
2"The suspect ahead, a slight"
3"Her voice cracked against brick"
4"The figure didn't slow."
5"Quinn followed, her military bearing"
6"This one felt different."
7"This one reeked of the"
8"The suspect ducked into a"
9"Quinn skidded after, trainers splashing"
10"She'd raided it twice last"
11"The clique, they called themselves."
12"A loose network of dealers,"
13"Tomás Herrera among them, patching"
14"Her radio crackled at her"
15"She ignored it."
16"Backup would only complicate this."
17"The alley narrowed, forcing her"
18"Quinn grabbed the top rail,"
19"The figure was already disappearing"
ratio0.854
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences158
matches(empty)
ratio0
56.28% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences66
technicalSentenceCount8
matches
0"Instead, it veered left onto Old Compton Street, dodging a cluster of umbrella-wielding clubbers who scattered like startled pigeons."
1"This one reeked of the same unnatural rot that had swallowed DS Morris three years ago."
2"Quinn skidded after, trainers splashing through puddles that reflected the sickly green neon of The Raven's Nest sign across the road."
3"Quinn grabbed the top rail, hauled herself over, landed in a crouch that sent water spraying up her shins."
4"A woman with too-sharp teeth weighed something that looked like dried fingers on antique scales."
5"The air that wafted out carried whispers, actual whispers, like dozens of voices speaking at once in languages long dead."
6"The Spanish paramedic who had lost everything to help things that shouldn't exist."
7"Quinn followed before she could change her mind, the bookshelf swinging shut behind them with a finality that echoed through her bones."
83.33% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags12
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"she said, voice low"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags3
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences31
tagDensity0.097
leniency0.194
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
83.8073%