Run: 2026-07-09-01KX3ZZ9H27N9QK7JT8PV8H3Z8

Run Details

Duration:
35.7s
Cost:
$0.045760
Provider:
OpenAI

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
Quinn vaulted the overturned crate as the suspect crashed through a knot of late drinkers and vanished into the alley. “Police! Stop!” He did not look back. A dark coat flapped around his calves as he ran, one hand clamped over something beneath his ribs. Not an injury. He held it too carefully. Rain slapped the pavement and turned the neon into smeared pools of green, red, and sickly blue. Quinn hit the alley at speed, her soles skidding on broken glass. A bin bag burst beneath her boot. Stale beer and rot rose around her. Ahead, the man clipped a metal fire door with his shoulder and careened into Greek Street. “Keep moving,” Quinn muttered. “Makes this easier.” It never made it easier. Her leather watch strap darkened against her left wrist. Eleven minutes since the call from the Raven’s Nest. A bartender with blood on his cuff. A smashed glass case in the hidden room behind the bookshelf. One dead man with his throat opened from ear to ear, though no blade had cut him. And this runner, spotted leaving through the back with a parcel wrapped in butcher’s paper. Quinn had caught a glimpse of his face under the bar’s green neon sign. Olive skin. Short dark curls plastered to his forehead. Warm brown eyes, wide with panic. Tomás Herrera. The former paramedic had patched up half the unnamed ghosts in Soho. He also held three outstanding questions Quinn wanted answered. Why had he worked on a victim who disappeared from St Thomas’ without leaving a body? Why did every witness in the case describe a silver medallion at his throat? And why had DS Morris’s final phone record listed an unregistered number that had called Herrera six times? Tomás sprinted across the road without checking for traffic. A black cab shrieked to a halt. Its driver leaned on the horn. “Mad bastard!” Quinn cut between the cab and a delivery van, slapped one hand against wet metal, and kept pace. Her lungs worked clean and hard. Eighteen years had taught her that most suspects ran on fear. Fear burned fast. Discipline lasted. Tomás had neither the gait nor the breath of a street criminal. He ran like a medic who had done this before, stepping around puddles, judging corners, saving strength where he could. That irritated her. He ducked beneath an awning, shoved through a narrow gap between scaffolding poles, and hit the pavement beyond. Quinn saw his hand come free for half a second. A pale disc flashed at his throat. Saint Christopher. “Tomás!” He flinched at his name but did not slow. “Tomás Herrera, stop now!” The street narrowed as he drove towards Charing Cross Road. Theatre posters peeled from walls beside greasy shop fronts. A closed off-licence glared through security shutters. Rain hammered the stacked rubbish bags along the kerb, and water streamed downhill in black ribbons. Quinn followed him through it all. He crossed at the lights just as a bus lumbered through the junction. Quinn slammed her palm against its rear panel, swung around the back end, and emerged on the far side in time to see him disappear down a stairwell marked with a red Underground roundel. Camden direction. She stopped at the top step. The station should have been shut. A chain looped through the railings, but someone had snapped the padlock. The stairwell descended into darkness. Water flowed down the steps in thin, shining lines. No station lights burned below. No staff. No ticket barriers. No commuters hunched over phones. Only a faint, irregular knock rose from the black. Tok. Tok-tok. Tok. Quinn reached for her radio. “Control, this is Detective Quinn. I’m at the closed entrance off Charing Cross Road, suspect has entered below ground. Male, twenty-nine, Tomás Herrera. I need units at both ends.” Static answered her. She adjusted the channel. “Control?” The radio hissed. Then a voice breathed through the speaker, distorted and wet. “Don’t follow the lights.” Quinn froze. The transmission clicked off. For three years, she had kept Morris’s last recorded message locked in a file cabinet at home. She had listened to it once every few months, always against her judgement. He had called from an unknown location, breathless, furious, and alive. Harlow, don’t follow the lights. The rain lashed the entrance behind her. Quinn stared down the stairwell. Her hand tightened around the radio until its edges bit into her palm. “Cute,” she said. She holstered it and drew her service pistol. The first dozen steps belonged to London. They wore old gum stains, cracked tiles, and a film of rainwater. The next dozen belonged to somewhere else. No adverts covered the walls. No maps. Tarnished brass lamps sat in iron brackets, their flames burning a thin blue. The air grew warm as she descended. It carried incense, hot oil, damp stone, and something sharp that reminded her of blood on coins. The passage opened beneath an abandoned platform. Quinn stopped behind a pillar. The sign above the track still read CAMDEN TOWN, though someone had gouged every letter except the C and the N. The rails had vanished beneath timber boards. Stalls filled the platform from end to end. Canvas roofs leaned beneath the arching brick ceiling. Coloured lamps swung above tables piled with objects she could not name. A woman in a wedding dress sold jars of teeth. A boy with a shaved head fed live moths into a brass till. An old man in a velvet smoking jacket arranged cloudy glass eyes in neat rows, each one blinking at a different rhythm. At the far end, a butcher in a stained apron raised a cleaver over a slab of meat that breathed. No one shouted. No one rushed. The market murmured around itself, a low throb of voices and barter. Coins clinked. Chains rattled. Somewhere, a violin played three sour notes over and over. Tomás stood twenty yards away. He had stopped beside a stall built from old signal boxes. His chest heaved. He held the butcher’s-paper parcel to a woman with black lace wrapped over her face. Her hands looked young and smooth until she turned one palm up. A small mouth opened there and licked rainwater from Tomás’s wrist. Quinn stepped from behind the pillar. “Put it down.” Heads turned. Tomás spun. His face drained. “Detective.” “You know my name.” “People at the Nest speak.” “People at the Nest are dropping dead.” The veiled woman slipped the parcel beneath the counter. Quinn shifted her aim towards it. “Bring that back into sight.” The woman’s lace twitched where her mouth should have been. “This place has rules, officer.” Quinn did not lower her gun. “I’m not here for a loyalty card.” The woman glanced at the weapon with mild interest. “No iron beyond the threshold.” “It’s steel.” “Then your schooling failed you.” Tomás stepped between Quinn and the stall. His soaked shirt clung to his back. The Saint Christopher medallion rested against his skin, brighter than it had any right to be. “Don’t point that at her.” “Move.” “You followed me here.” “You ran.” “I ran because you’d arrest me before I could save him.” Quinn’s eyes narrowed. “Save who?” A deep bell sounded somewhere beyond the stalls. The market stopped. Not slowly. Not with confusion. Every trader went still at once. A hand hovered above a pile of blackened coins. The violin ceased halfway through a note. The breathing meat on the butcher’s slab drew one wet, shuddering breath and fell silent. Tomás looked towards the tunnel. “Ah,” he said. Quinn followed his gaze. A darkness had gathered at the mouth of the old northbound tunnel. It did not sit in the tunnel. It poured out of it, low and thick, sliding across the boards like spilled ink. The blue lamps guttered as it passed. Their flames bent towards it. A child began to cry near the far platform wall. The veiled woman snapped open a drawer and pushed something into Tomás’s hand. “Your token is spent. Take your medicine and leave.” Tomás looked down at the small glass vial in his palm. Its contents glowed a weak amber. “You promised an hour.” “I promised nothing. Bargain faster next time.” Quinn kept her pistol trained on the tunnel. “What is that?” Nobody answered. The darkness reached the nearest stall. A rack of silver charms rattled, then flew apart. The charms lifted into the air, turning end over end. One struck the butcher in the cheek. He screamed. Another punched through the wedding-dress woman’s throat, and she fell across her jars of teeth. The market exploded. People ran in every direction. Stalls tipped. Bottles smashed underfoot, releasing clouds of green vapour that crawled close to the floor. A creature with goat horns vaulted the counter beside Quinn and vanished through a service door. The butcher seized his cleaver and hacked at the dark. The cleaver disappeared. So did his arm. He stared at the ragged end of his sleeve for one stunned second, then the darkness dragged him backwards across the boards. His nails tore grooves into the timber. He vanished into the tunnel without another sound. Quinn fired twice. Muzzle flashes lit the platform. The rounds entered the black and made no impact she could see. Tomás grabbed her arm. “Bullets feed it.” Quinn wrenched free. “Take your hands off me.” “You don’t understand.” “Then explain while you move.” A woman slammed into Quinn’s shoulder, shrieking, and knocked her against the signal-box stall. The hidden parcel slid from beneath the counter and hit the ground. The butcher’s paper split open. Inside lay a human heart. It beat once. Quinn looked at Tomás. He grabbed the parcel, but the heart wriggled free from the paper and bounced across the boards. It left no blood. Instead, black smoke curled from each impact. “I took it from the man at the Raven,” Tomás said. “It didn’t belong in him.” “The dead man?” “He wasn’t dead when I got there.” “You left him with his throat cut.” “He cut it himself.” The darkness surged along the platform. Tomás uncorked the amber vial and threw its contents across the boards. Liquid flared gold. A line of fire raced from stall to stall, forming a burning barrier between the tunnel and the market. The darkness recoiled. For a breath, it held. Then a hand pushed through the flame. It looked human from the wrist to the fingertips. Pale. Burned. The nails packed with soil. The hand gripped the edge of the platform and hauled something forward. Quinn saw a police badge hanging from its wrist on a broken chain. DS Morris. Metropolitan Police. Her breath caught, sharp enough to hurt. The face that lifted from the dark no longer belonged to a man, but the badge did. So did the scar across the knuckles, made by a drunk with a pint glass outside King’s Cross eight years ago. Quinn had driven Morris to A&E herself. The thing opened Morris’s mouth. “Harlow,” it said. The market’s lamps burst.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags6
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences43
tagDensity0.14
leniency0.279
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
94.58% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1845
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"carefully"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"carefully"
1"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)
91.87% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1845
totalAiIsms3
found
0
word"velvet"
count1
1
word"throb"
count1
2
word"raced"
count1
highlights
0"velvet"
1"throb"
2"raced"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells2
narrationSentences201
matches
0"e with panic"
1"t with confusion"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences201
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences239
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen34
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1845
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions11
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
66.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions66
wordCount1641
uniqueNames19
maxNameDensity1.65
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Greek1
Street1
Raven1
Nest1
Herrera2
Soho1
Quinn27
St1
Morris5
Christopher2
Charing1
Cross2
Road1
Underground1
London1
Tomás14
Saint2
Police1
King1
persons
0"Herrera"
1"Quinn"
2"Morris"
3"Christopher"
4"Tomás"
5"Saint"
6"King"
places
0"Greek"
1"Street"
2"Raven"
3"Soho"
4"St"
5"Charing"
6"Road"
7"London"
globalScore0.677
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences124
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.542
wordCount1845
matches
0"neither the gait nor"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences239
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs135
mean13.67
std15.6
cv1.141
sampleLengths
020
12
231
343
416
57
65
768
829
92
1069
119
1213
132
1440
1532
163
1728
187
192
201
219
224
2342
246
2547
262
276
2847
299
303
315
3229
333
344
351
3613
374
382
394
4041
415
427
4318
443
458
4626
4744
487
495
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences201
matches
0"been shut"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs273
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences239
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount368
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount4
adverbRatio0.010869565217391304
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.005434782608695652
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences239
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences239
mean7.72
std5.44
cv0.704
sampleLengths
020
12
25
318
43
55
617
712
87
97
1016
114
123
135
149
159
167
1711
1817
1915
2014
212
227
236
242
2512
269
2716
2814
2918
309
317
326
332
3418
356
3611
373
382
3912
4020
413
4218
4310
447
452
461
479
484
4910
49.23% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats19
diversityRatio0.34309623430962344
totalSentences239
uniqueOpeners82
96.34% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount5
totalSentences173
matches
0"Only a faint, irregular knock"
1"Then a voice breathed through"
2"Somewhere, a violin played three"
3"Instead, black smoke curled from"
4"Then a hand pushed through"
ratio0.029
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount37
totalSentences173
matches
0"He did not look back."
1"He held it too carefully."
2"It never made it easier."
3"Her leather watch strap darkened"
4"He also held three outstanding"
5"Its driver leaned on the"
6"Her lungs worked clean and"
7"He ran like a medic"
8"He ducked beneath an awning,"
9"He flinched at his name"
10"He crossed at the lights"
11"She stopped at the top"
12"She adjusted the channel."
13"She had listened to it"
14"He had called from an"
15"Her hand tightened around the"
16"She holstered it and drew"
17"They wore old gum stains,"
18"It carried incense, hot oil,"
19"He had stopped beside a"
ratio0.214
61.16% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount138
totalSentences173
matches
0"Quinn vaulted the overturned crate"
1"He did not look back."
2"A dark coat flapped around"
3"He held it too carefully."
4"Rain slapped the pavement and"
5"Quinn hit the alley at"
6"A bin bag burst beneath"
7"It never made it easier."
8"Her leather watch strap darkened"
9"A bartender with blood on"
10"A smashed glass case in"
11"Quinn had caught a glimpse"
12"The former paramedic had patched"
13"He also held three outstanding"
14"Tomás sprinted across the road"
15"A black cab shrieked to"
16"Its driver leaned on the"
17"Quinn cut between the cab"
18"Her lungs worked clean and"
19"Tomás had neither the gait"
ratio0.798
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences173
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences67
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"He ran like a medic who had done this before, stepping around puddles, judging corners, saving strength where he could."
1"Bottles smashed underfoot, releasing clouds of green vapour that crawled close to the floor."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags6
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags5
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Quinn muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences43
tagDensity0.116
leniency0.233
rawRatio0.2
effectiveRatio0.047
91.9948%