Run: 2026-07-09-01KX402MQS224RSWWVWTW3WDC7

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Duration:
35.2s
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$0.049900
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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 fallen bins before the suspect could reach the corner. Her heel skidded on wet paving. Pain flashed up her ankle, sharp but clean. She caught the brick wall with one palm and drove on. “Police! Stop!” The man in the grey hooded coat did not look back. He cut through a knot of drinkers outside The Raven’s Nest, shoulder-checking a man with a cigarette in each hand. The green neon raven above the door smeared across the puddles beneath his feet. “Oi!” A glass burst behind Quinn. She heard the bar door bang open, then a familiar voice carrying through the alley. “Detective, that one’s not here for a pint!” Quinn had no breath for Silas or his jokes. The suspect had already vanished beyond the corner. She ran. Rain lashed the close-packed buildings, pouring from guttering in thick ropes. Soho’s narrow streets gleamed with taxi lights, shop signs and the red blur of brake lamps. The city smelled of wet stone, grease, stale beer and hot electrical wire. Quinn’s overcoat dragged at her knees. Her leather watch slapped against her left wrist with each stride. The man darted across the road. Quinn followed between two black cabs. A horn blared. A driver leaned out and offered his opinion of the Met in language that needed no further investigation. The suspect shoved a delivery cyclist into a parked van. The cyclist struck the metal panel with a hollow thud and folded around his bike. Quinn stopped long enough to haul him upright. “Ambulance?” “Think my arm’s gone funny.” “Stay still. Help’s coming.” The suspect’s grey coat flashed at the far end of the street. Quinn ran again. She had spent eighteen years chasing people who believed distance could turn them innocent. Dealers. Stalkers. Men with blood under their nails and speeches prepared for interview rooms. This one had entered The Raven’s Nest with a woman named Elin Ward, who had disappeared two nights earlier from her flat in Kentish Town. He had left alone. When Quinn had moved in, the bar’s back door had opened and he had fled like a rat from a kicked drainpipe. That alone warranted pursuit. The dead man’s signet ring in his pocket made it urgent. Quinn had seen the ring in crime-scene photographs that afternoon. It belonged to Gareth Vale, an antiques dealer found in a locked storeroom near Camden Lock. His chest had held a neat round hole, no wider than a pound coin. The pathologist had found no bullet, no blade fragment, no burns around the wound. Just a heart missing from a sealed room. The suspect hurdled a low rail and plunged down a service lane. Quinn followed him beneath the railway arches. Water drummed on corrugated shutters. Graffiti crawled over the brickwork in bright, snarling colours. The man slipped on the black pavement, recovered, then threw something over his shoulder. Quinn ducked. A small glass vial shattered against the wall. Pale smoke curled from it, too thick for the size of the bottle. It clung to the bricks, then reached towards her face. She pulled her collar over her mouth and veered away. The smoke hissed. Not steam. Not dry ice. It moved with intent. Quinn kept running. The lane narrowed between a boarded-up print shop and a fenced construction site. Ahead, the suspect seized the padlock on a steel gate. He did not unlock it. He pressed his palm against the chain. The metal gave a muffled click. The gate swung inward. Quinn slowed. The man disappeared through the gap. A small white bone lay in the puddle by the gate. She stopped over it. The object looked like a finger bone, polished smooth and drilled through the centre. A thin red cord looped through the hole. Blood had filled its grooves, fresh enough to shine. Quinn crouched without touching it. Three years ago, DS Morris had sent her a photograph of a similar token. He had laughed in the message. Found your spooky killer’s bus pass. Twenty minutes later, he had stopped answering his phone. They had found his car abandoned beneath a flyover. His radio had played static. His body had never surfaced. Quinn straightened. Rain slid from her cropped hair and down the back of her collar. The steel gate stood open. Beyond it, a concrete stairwell sank beneath the city. A tarnished Underground roundel hung above the entrance. No line name. No station name. Someone had scraped both away. She drew her torch and called it in. “Control, this is Detective Harlow Quinn. I’m pursuing a male suspect, grey hooded coat, medium build, through an unidentified access point off Chalk Farm Road. Likely underground. Request units and a location trace.” Static crackled in her earpiece. Then a woman’s voice spoke, thin and warped. “Detective Quinn. Please repeat.” Quinn looked at the steps. “No. Patch me through to Sergeant Bell.” The static swallowed her words. A second voice arrived, lower than the first. “Come down.” Quinn removed the earpiece. She listened. Water plinked somewhere below. Far beneath that, a crowd murmured. The sound came and went, like a station platform heard through a wall. Coins clinked. Someone laughed. A child began to cry, then stopped with abrupt obedience. The Met would send officers. They would gather at the gate, call for a specialist team, secure the scene and wait for instructions from people who would ask whether Quinn had drunk anything at the bar. The suspect would vanish. Elin Ward might still breathe. Quinn clipped her torch between her teeth, drew her service pistol and descended. The stairwell swallowed the street noise within ten steps. Old tiles surfaced through mould and grime. White once, Quinn suspected. Now they bore a yellowed sheen, scored with black scratches. Posters peeled from the walls in long wet strips. One advertised a theatre show that had closed before Quinn joined the force. Another showed the smiling face of a politician who had been dead for twelve years. At the foot of the stairs, a ticket barrier blocked the passage. The gates had no glass panels. Black curtains filled their frames. Quinn approached the nearest one. A brass tray sat on the counter beside it. A handwritten sign read: ONE TOKEN. NO EXCEPTIONS. The bone token lay heavy in an evidence bag in Quinn’s pocket. She had bagged it at the gate, because old habits had more force than fear. A throat cleared behind the barrier. Quinn raised her pistol. An elderly woman sat in a booth on the other side. A knitted purple shawl covered her head and shoulders. Her hands rested on a ledger as thick as a paving slab. The woman’s eyes reflected Quinn’s torchlight with a dull silver shine. “No firearms in the Market.” “Police officer. I’m pursuing a suspect.” “Those two things rarely arrive separately.” “Grey coat. About five foot ten. Ran through here thirty seconds ago.” The woman turned a page in her ledger. “People come through all shapes and colours.” “He carried a stolen ring.” “Then he brought something to sell.” “Move the curtain.” The woman’s smile lifted one corner of her mouth. “Token first.” Quinn held up the evidence bag. “That will do.” “You’ll return it.” “No.” Quinn placed the bag on the tray. The old woman drew it through a narrow slot and inspected the bone. Her expression changed. The smile vanished. “Where did you get this?” “From my suspect.” “Then you ought to leave.” “Open it.” The woman’s silver eyes sharpened. “Inspector, I have watched men enter here with pistols, knives, books, cages and one unfortunate goose. None of them changed what waited for them. That token belongs to the Hollow Court.” “I don’t care.” “You will.” Quinn leaned closer to the barrier. “Open it, or I arrest you for obstructing an officer.” The old woman gave a soft, dry laugh. “You brought a warrant into a ghost station. I admire that.” She pressed one finger to a brass bell. The black curtain peeled aside. Heat struck Quinn first, thick with incense, frying oil, wet fur and iron. Then came the noise. The abandoned station had become a market. Stalls crowded the old platform and spilled across the tracks. Lanterns hung from the tiled ceiling in strings of blue and amber light. Vendors stood behind tables covered in stoppered bottles, animal skulls, tarnished charms and jars that held things floating in cloudy fluid. A man with no visible eyes sold bundles of black feathers. A young woman filed her teeth beside a tray of tiny gold keys. Somewhere close, an unseen butcher brought down a cleaver with slow, measured force. Every face turned towards Quinn. Her police badge caught the light. The crowd went silent. Then a small boy near the stairwell pointed at her pistol. “Mum. She’s got iron.” A woman gripped the boy’s shoulder and pulled him away. Quinn stepped through the barrier. The curtain fell behind her with a soft slap. The grey-coated suspect stood at the far end of the platform, beside a stall draped in red velvet. He had pushed back his hood. His face looked ordinary, narrow and pale, with a week’s worth of beard and a split lower lip. He held Gareth Vale’s signet ring between thumb and forefinger. Across from him stood Tomás Herrera. Quinn recognised him from the bar within a second. Olive skin. Short dark curls damp against his forehead. Saint Christopher medallion at his throat. The scar on his left forearm showed beneath a rolled shirt sleeve as he reached for the ring. Tomás saw Quinn. His warm brown eyes widened. “Detective, put that away.” The suspect spun. Quinn levelled the pistol at his chest. “Drop the ring. Hands where I can see them.” The market held its breath. The man smiled through his split lip. “You came alone.” “Drop it.” Tomás moved from behind the stall. His hands stayed open. “Listen to me. That ring is a seal. He cannot break it here.” “Tomás Herrera. Former paramedic. You’ll explain your presence after I arrest him.” “You can arrest him. Fine. But he needs to step away from that stall.” The suspect closed his fist around the ring. A bell began to ring somewhere under the platform. Once. Twice. The sound rolled through Quinn’s ribs. The man laughed. “You always did follow the evidence, Detective.” Quinn’s finger tightened against the trigger. “Who are you?” “You knew Morris.” The name hit harder than the bell. Tomás swore under his breath. “Quinn, no.” The suspect opened his hand. The signet ring had changed. Its gold band split along a hidden seam. Inside sat a dark red stone, wet as an exposed organ. Quinn fired. The bullet struck the suspect’s shoulder and spun him into the velvet stall. He hit the ground hard, but his hand closed around the ring before Quinn could reach him. The red stone burst. Every lantern on the platform went out. Something huge dragged itself across the tracks beneath them. The tiled floor bucked. Stalls crashed. Bottles shattered in a bright smash-smash-smash. The crowd screamed and surged towards the exits. Tomás grabbed Quinn’s coat and hauled her behind an overturned table. “Your gun won’t help.” Quinn tore free. “Where is he?” A red light pulsed below the platform edge. The suspect hung over the tracks, one hand locked around the concrete lip. Blood poured down his sleeve. Beneath him, a shape unfolded in the dark, all jointed limbs and pale teeth. Then it lifted its blind head towards Quinn and spoke in DS Morris’s voice. “Harlow.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1931
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
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)
81.87% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1931
totalAiIsms7
found
0
word"familiar"
count1
1
word"shattered"
count2
2
word"measured"
count1
3
word"velvet"
count2
4
word"pulsed"
count1
highlights
0"familiar"
1"shattered"
2"measured"
3"velvet"
4"pulsed"
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
narrationSentences202
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences202
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)
analyzedSentences248
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen33
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1931
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions5
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
25.68% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
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wordCount1649
uniqueNames18
maxNameDensity2.49
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Raven2
Nest2
Quinn41
Silas1
Met2
Elin2
Ward2
Kentish1
Town1
Gareth2
Vale2
Camden1
Lock1
Morris2
Underground1
Tomás5
Herrera1
Christopher1
persons
0"Raven"
1"Quinn"
2"Silas"
3"Met"
4"Gareth"
5"Vale"
6"Morris"
7"Tomás"
8"Herrera"
9"Christopher"
places
0"Elin"
1"Ward"
2"Kentish"
3"Town"
4"Camden"
globalScore0.257
windowScore0.333
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences131
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"looked like a finger bone, polished smoot"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1931
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences248
matches
0"photographs that afternoon"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs160
mean12.07
std14.05
cv1.165
sampleLengths
012
125
22
345
41
520
68
717
82
957
106
1127
1225
138
141
155
164
1712
183
1979
204
2111
2254
238
2412
2535
262
2731
2810
293
309
313
3235
336
344
358
3611
374
3831
395
4020
416
429
4319
4415
455
4628
478
4833
495
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences202
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs271
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences248
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1656
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount37
adverbRatio0.022342995169082124
lyAdverbCount1
lyAdverbRatio0.0006038647342995169
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences248
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences248
mean7.79
std5.2
cv0.668
sampleLengths
012
16
28
311
42
511
620
714
81
95
1015
118
129
138
142
1511
1616
1713
186
1911
206
216
223
2318
2410
2515
268
271
285
294
3012
313
3214
331
341
3512
3625
374
3822
394
4011
4110
4216
4314
4414
458
4612
477
485
499
53.90% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.3548387096774194
totalSentences248
uniqueOpeners88
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount6
totalSentences185
matches
0"Just a heart missing from"
1"Then a woman’s voice spoke,"
2"Then came the noise."
3"Somewhere close, an unseen butcher"
4"Then a small boy near"
5"Then it lifted its blind"
ratio0.032
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount33
totalSentences185
matches
0"Her heel skidded on wet"
1"She caught the brick wall"
2"He cut through a knot"
3"She heard the bar door"
4"Her leather watch slapped against"
5"She had spent eighteen years"
6"He had left alone."
7"It belonged to Gareth Vale,"
8"His chest had held a"
9"It clung to the bricks,"
10"She pulled her collar over"
11"It moved with intent."
12"He did not unlock it."
13"He pressed his palm against"
14"She stopped over it."
15"He had laughed in the"
16"They had found his car"
17"His radio had played static."
18"His body had never surfaced."
19"She drew her torch and"
ratio0.178
32.97% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount158
totalSentences185
matches
0"Quinn vaulted the fallen bins"
1"Her heel skidded on wet"
2"Pain flashed up her ankle,"
3"She caught the brick wall"
4"The man in the grey"
5"He cut through a knot"
6"The green neon raven above"
7"A glass burst behind Quinn."
8"She heard the bar door"
9"Quinn had no breath for"
10"The suspect had already vanished"
11"Rain lashed the close-packed buildings,"
12"Soho’s narrow streets gleamed with"
13"The city smelled of wet"
14"Quinn’s overcoat dragged at her"
15"Her leather watch slapped against"
16"The man darted across the"
17"Quinn followed between two black"
18"A horn blared."
19"A driver leaned out and"
ratio0.854
27.03% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences185
matches
0"Now they bore a yellowed"
ratio0.005
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences68
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"She had spent eighteen years chasing people who believed distance could turn them innocent."
1"Vendors stood behind tables covered in stoppered bottles, animal skulls, tarnished charms and jars that held things floating in cloudy fluid."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags0
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
90.7152%