Run: 2026-07-09-01KX40PSRRB2QVE22MSJWKY2QY

Run Details

Duration:
30.7s
Cost:
$0.036140
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
“Stop, Herrera!” Tomás vaulted the overturned bin and hit the pavement hard enough to skid through a gutter full of black water. He caught himself on one scarred forearm, his Saint Christopher medallion flashing at his throat, then ran. Detective Harlow Quinn drove after him. Her shoes slapped through puddles. Rain needled her cropped hair and ran beneath the collar of her coat. Ahead, Tomás threaded between parked scooters, delivery bikes and the late spill of people outside a kebab shop. Someone shouted as Quinn shouldered past. A paper tray of chips hit the road, split, and vanished beneath tyres. “Police! Move!” Tomás did not look back. Good instincts. Bad for Quinn’s patience. He cut across the road against the traffic. A taxi screamed to a halt. Its rear end swung sideways and sprayed Quinn with filthy water. She caught the bonnet with one hand, pushed off, and crossed after him. The driver leaned on his horn. “Bloody lunatic!” “File a complaint.” Tomás vanished beneath the green neon sign of the Raven’s Nest. Quinn reached the door as it slammed shut. She shoved inside. The bar smelled of stale beer, wet wool and lemon polish. Old maps covered the walls, their sea routes faded to the colour of old bruises. Black-and-white photographs watched from crooked frames, boxers with taped fists, sailors in pea coats, women in bobbed hair holding cigarettes like knives. A handful of drinkers turned towards Quinn. Nobody smiled. Behind the counter, the barman put down a glass. “He came through here.” Quinn showed her warrant card, though she doubted it meant much in this room. “Did he.” “Don’t play games.” “I’m not paid enough for games.” “You’re Silas.” “I’m Silas.” “Tomás Herrera. Former paramedic. Olive skin, dark curls, five ten. He came through here ten seconds ago.” Silas wiped the same patch of counter with a grey cloth. His gaze drifted to Quinn’s left wrist, to the worn leather watch darkened by rain. “People come through my door all night.” “Then you’ll recall the one bleeding through his sleeve.” That stopped him. A pulse beat in Quinn’s jaw. She had seen the blood when Tomás vaulted the bin, a dark spread beneath his jacket sleeve. Not much. Enough to make him reckless. Enough to explain why he had risked a sprint through central London with a detective at his heels. Silas lifted his chin towards the back wall. “Bookcase.” Quinn moved before he finished the word. The bookshelf stood between a framed chart of the Thames and a dead jukebox. It held battered hardbacks, ledgers, tourist guides, and a row of identical red volumes with gilt ravens stamped on their spines. Quinn ran her fingers along the shelf. One book sat proud of the others. She pulled it. The case clicked. A narrow seam opened. Stale air breathed from the darkness behind it, laced with incense and something metallic. Silas spoke from behind her. “Whatever debt he owes you, Detective, I’d collect it upstairs.” “He isn’t a debt.” “Then you’ve picked a poor night to chase a man with nowhere left to run.” Quinn glanced over her shoulder. “You know where that leads.” Silas gave a small smile. “That’s not the same as saying it’s a place you should go.” She pushed through the gap. A short corridor dropped behind the bar, its brick walls slick with damp. Bare bulbs hung from a cable overhead and swung when the bookcase settled behind her. The passage ended at a steel door, dented near the lock. Rainwater ran beneath it in a thin stream. Quinn crouched. Red marked the water. Fresh. She opened the door and descended. The stairs led into a disused service tunnel. It had once belonged to the Underground, though no map would admit it. The old tiles had cracked and yellowed. Faded adverts peeled from the walls, their bright faces warped by mildew. A woman in a fur coat promised a new life in the south of France. Someone had scratched out her eyes. Quinn followed the blood. Her torch cut through the tunnel’s murk. It found wet footprints, then a discarded gauze pad, then a shallow handprint smeared across a tiled pillar. Tomás had pressed there to steady himself. He had suffered worse. Quinn had read his record twice before knocking on the door of the Raven’s Nest. Former NHS paramedic. Dismissed after treating patients without consent from the trust. Charges dropped. Licence gone. No fixed clinic. No registered work. People in Soho called him when ambulances raised too many questions. The case file had also mentioned two people who had walked away from knife wounds that should have killed them. Quinn had filed that detail under unreliable witnesses. Then DS Morris had gone missing. Her partner had left one message on her phone three years ago, his breath ragged, his voice stripped of the humour he used when things turned ugly. Don’t follow the dead downstairs. The message ended in a sound like teeth grinding against glass. Quinn had found Morris’s warrant card on the bank of the Regent’s Canal. Nothing else. No body. No weapon. No man to arrest. Now Tomás Herrera was bleeding into a tunnel beneath Camden, and the trail led exactly where Quinn had spent three years refusing to look. A scrape echoed ahead. “Tomás!” The sound travelled down the tunnel and returned wrong. Her name came back in fragments, Harlow, Harrow, hollow. She tightened her grip on the torch and sidearm. “You need medical help.” A laugh answered, sharp with pain. “That’s almost funny.” “Put your hands where I can see them.” “You don’t want my hands. You want a neat little statement and a body for Morris.” Quinn stopped. The tunnel seemed to draw close around her. “Tell me what you know about DS Morris.” “Not here.” “You brought me here.” “Your people brought you here. I only opened the door.” His footsteps retreated. Quinn advanced. The blood trail curved towards a blocked platform. A rusted sign above it read CHALK FARM, though the letters had lost their enamel and hung like old teeth. Beyond the platform, light flickered in shades of violet, green and candle-gold. Voices rose from below. Not station voices. Not commuters or drunks or rail staff shouting through a radio. These voices spoke in murmurs and bursts, bartered and laughed and hissed. Music clattered somewhere beneath the platform, a lopsided tune from a cracked gramophone. The smell reached Quinn next, thick as a hand over the mouth. Burnt sugar. Hot oil. Soil. Formaldehyde. Animal musk. The Veil Market. The name appeared in three separate intelligence reports, each one a mess of crossed references and anonymous statements. An illegal market under London. Traders sold narcotics no lab could identify, forged artefacts, stolen teeth, bottled curses. The location moved with every full moon, according to sources Quinn had never trusted. Tonight, it had settled beneath Camden. Tomás stood at the platform edge. Blood darkened the cuff of his jacket. He held one hand against his side. In the other, he gripped a small object between thumb and forefinger. A bone token. It looked like a child’s tooth, except for the tiny black eye carved into its root. Quinn raised her gun. “Turn around.” Tomás turned, slowly. Rain had left his curls plastered to his forehead. His face had gone pale beneath his olive skin, but his warm brown eyes stayed fixed and alert. “You followed me farther than I expected.” “You ran.” “I had a patient.” “You had a package.” “A patient came first.” “And the package?” His mouth tightened. “Someone paid in advance.” “You treated whoever was inside it?” “I kept them alive.” “Who?” Tomás looked at the market lights below. A train thundered somewhere distant, though no tracks ran through this tunnel. Dust sifted from the ceiling. “The woman who killed Morris is down there.” Quinn took one step closer. “Name.” “No name.” “Description.” “She wears his face when she feels like it.” Quinn’s finger tightened against the trigger guard. Tomás showed his empty hand. His left forearm bore the pale, raised scar she knew from the file, a long slash that had nearly reached the artery. “You brought police into the Nest,” he said. “You shook loose people who had spent months hiding. The patient woke. She heard Morris’s name. Then her guards came.” “What patient?” “The one they cut open.” “Who cut her?” “The people selling her.” “Selling her to whom?” Tomás swallowed. Blood seeped between his fingers at his side. “You ask questions like the answers stay still.” Quinn ignored the warning in his voice. “Where is she?” “Below. With the people who took her from my surgery.” “You expect me to believe a gang of traffickers operates under a Tube station?” “I expect you to look at the blood on my coat.” A shape moved at the far end of the platform. Quinn swung her torch towards it. Nothing but tile, cracked benches and a dark staircase leading down to the market. Yet the air held a faint rasping sound, as if someone drew a nail along the tunnel wall. Tomás heard it too. His eyes shut for one beat. “They followed.” “Who?” “Not people.” Quinn gave a humourless breath. “Careful. You sound like a man who wants a psychiatric assessment.” “I sound like a man who has seen what waits under the city.” The rasping stopped. A woman’s voice spoke from the tunnel behind Quinn. “Harlow.” Every muscle in Quinn’s body locked. Morris used to say her first name only when he wanted her to listen. Not Quinn. Not boss. Harlow, low and close, usually followed by a reckless plan and a grin that had earned them both written warnings. She did not turn. Tomás’s gaze snapped past her shoulder. Horror hollowed his face. “That is not him.” Quinn lifted her torch in one hand, gun in the other. “Harlow,” the voice said again. This time it carried Morris’s exact rough edge. The same London burr. The same warmth buried under a bad joke. “You left me in there.” Quinn turned. DS Morris stood twenty feet away. He wore the suit he had vanished in, navy jacket, white shirt, striped tie. Canal water dripped from his sleeves. His face looked grey and swollen, but his eyes remained open, clear, accusing. His throat had been opened from ear to ear. Quinn fired. The shot punched through Morris’s chest. The figure burst apart in a spray of black water and writhing strips of darkness. The fragments struck the tiles with wet slaps, then scuttled into the cracks. Tomás grabbed Quinn’s sleeve. “Now you understand.” A bell rang below them. Once. Twice. Then a rapid ding-ding-ding that cut through the market’s noise. Every voice beneath the platform fell silent. From the staircase, something heavy began to climb.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags2
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"the voice said again [again]"
dialogueSentences66
tagDensity0.03
leniency0.061
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.03
97.23% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1806
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
83.39% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1806
totalAiIsms6
found
0
word"pulse"
count1
1
word"echoed"
count1
2
word"footsteps"
count1
3
word"flickered"
count1
4
word"thundered"
count1
5
word"warmth"
count1
highlights
0"pulse"
1"echoed"
2"footsteps"
3"flickered"
4"thundered"
5"warmth"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences177
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences177
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences241
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen27
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1806
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions7
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
16.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions85
wordCount1447
uniqueNames21
maxNameDensity2.42
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity4.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Saint1
Christopher1
Harlow3
Quinn35
Tomás15
Raven2
Nest2
London3
Thames1
Underground1
France1
Soho1
Morris6
Regent1
Canal2
Herrera1
Camden2
Harrow1
Veil1
Market1
Silas4
persons
0"Saint"
1"Christopher"
2"Quinn"
3"Tomás"
4"Raven"
5"Morris"
6"Regent"
7"Herrera"
8"Silas"
places
0"London"
1"Thames"
2"Underground"
3"France"
4"Soho"
5"Harrow"
6"Market"
globalScore0.291
windowScore0.167
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences109
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"looked like a child’s tooth, except for t"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1806
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences241
matches
0"ding that cut"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs153
mean11.8
std13.5
cv1.144
sampleLengths
02
137
26
355
42
511
638
76
82
93
1011
1111
1257
139
144
1514
162
173
186
192
202
2117
2226
237
249
253
2648
278
281
297
3049
313
3221
335
3410
354
3615
375
385
3917
405
4147
426
431
446
4561
464
4751
4833
4920
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences177
matches
0"been opened"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs249
matches
0"was bleeding"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences241
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1452
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount28
adverbRatio0.01928374655647383
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.004132231404958678
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences241
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences241
mean7.49
std5.35
cv0.714
sampleLengths
02
120
217
36
45
513
618
76
813
92
105
112
124
138
146
1511
1613
176
182
193
2011
218
223
2311
2415
2522
267
272
289
294
3014
312
323
336
342
352
3617
3711
3815
397
409
413
426
4317
442
455
4618
478
481
497
56.85% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.37344398340248963
totalSentences241
uniqueOpeners90
43.86% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences152
matches
0"Then DS Morris had gone"
1"Then a rapid ding-ding-ding that"
ratio0.013
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount30
totalSentences152
matches
0"He caught himself on one"
1"Her shoes slapped through puddles."
2"He cut across the road"
3"Its rear end swung sideways"
4"She caught the bonnet with"
5"She shoved inside."
6"His gaze drifted to Quinn’s"
7"She had seen the blood"
8"It held battered hardbacks, ledgers,"
9"She pulled it."
10"She pushed through the gap."
11"She opened the door and"
12"It had once belonged to"
13"Her torch cut through the"
14"It found wet footprints, then"
15"He had suffered worse."
16"Her partner had left one"
17"Her name came back in"
18"She tightened her grip on"
19"His footsteps retreated."
ratio0.197
48.82% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount125
totalSentences152
matches
0"Tomás vaulted the overturned bin"
1"He caught himself on one"
2"Detective Harlow Quinn drove after"
3"Her shoes slapped through puddles."
4"Rain needled her cropped hair"
5"Someone shouted as Quinn shouldered"
6"A paper tray of chips"
7"Tomás did not look back."
8"He cut across the road"
9"A taxi screamed to a"
10"Its rear end swung sideways"
11"She caught the bonnet with"
12"The driver leaned on his"
13"Tomás vanished beneath the green"
14"Quinn reached the door as"
15"She shoved inside."
16"The bar smelled of stale"
17"A handful of drinkers turned"
18"Quinn showed her warrant card,"
19"Silas wiped the same patch"
ratio0.822
32.89% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences152
matches
0"Now Tomás Herrera was bleeding"
ratio0.007
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences58
technicalSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags2
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags2
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences66
tagDensity0.03
leniency0.061
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
89.3234%