Run: 2026-07-09-01KX414CG61XFEY0ZG9BGE3C65

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Duration:
23.6s
Cost:
$0.017204
Provider:
OpenAI

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System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance 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="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</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 romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The door opened on Lucien Moreau’s blade. Aurora stopped with her fingers still curled around the third deadbolt. The ivory handle rested against his palm, elegant as a gentleman’s cane, while the narrow steel tip hovered beneath her ribs. Ptolemy hissed from the bookcase. Lucien’s mismatched eyes moved over her face, amber first, then black. His platinum hair had come loose at the temples. Blood marked the collar of his charcoal shirt. “Put the knife away.” “You always did enjoy giving orders.” “You always did enjoy arriving uninvited.” His mouth tightened. Not a smile. Lucien had once smiled at her in the middle of an argument, as though her anger offered him a private form of entertainment. She had hated that smile almost as much as she had wanted to kiss it away. He lowered the cane by an inch. Aurora kept one hand on the door. “What happened to your throat?” The cut beneath his jaw had opened again. A thin line of blood slipped towards his collarbone, bright against his skin. “An enthusiastic disagreement.” “With whom?” “People who lacked manners.” “That narrows it down to everyone you know.” “May I come in?” “No.” His gaze dropped to the space behind her. Eva’s flat offered little room to hide anything. Books leaned in unstable towers beside the sofa. Scrolls filled a cracked fruit bowl. Research notes covered the kitchen table, the mantelpiece and half the floor. Three deadbolts secured the door, though Lucien had reached the threshold without making a sound. He looked back at Aurora. “They found this address.” Every muscle in her body tightened. “Who?” “The men who cut my throat.” “That still tells me nothing.” “It tells you enough to let me inside.” “Does it?” Lucien’s black eye seemed to swallow the narrow hallway behind him. He listened, head tilted, while the curry house below sent up the warm, sharp scent of cardamom, fried onions and burnt garlic. Somewhere downstairs, a pan clattered. A delivery scooter coughed along Brick Lane. Then Lucien’s expression changed. Not fear. He wore fear too well for that. Calculation. He pushed the door with two fingers. Aurora braced her shoulder against it. The blade vanished into the cane with a clean click. “Touch that door again and I’ll break your hand.” “I remember.” “You remember everything. Convenient.” “I remember the important things.” His eyes travelled to the small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, exposed where her jumper sleeve had ridden up. His attention stayed there for half a second too long. The old accident had left a pale mark. Lucien had kissed it once, in a hotel room neither of them had intended to share. He had pressed his mouth to the crescent as if it belonged to some private constellation. Aurora pulled her sleeve down. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you have the right.” Something moved at the far end of the corridor. Lucien’s hand closed around the cane. Aurora heard it then, a soft scrape against brick. Not footsteps. Something dragging a hooked edge along the wall. His voice dropped. “Now would be an excellent time to reconsider.” She glanced over her shoulder. Ptolemy had abandoned the bookcase. His tabby body crouched beneath the table, fur raised along his spine. “You brought them here.” “I brought myself here. They followed.” “That distinction will comfort Eva when they tear her front door off.” “Eva is not here.” “You know that?” “I know where she is.” Aurora looked at him sharply. Lucien’s expression remained smooth, but his knuckles had whitened against the cane. “What did you do to her?” “Nothing.” “Lucien.” “I sent her away before I came.” “That sounds like something you would say after doing precisely something.” The scrape stopped. Silence pressed against the flat. Lucien stepped closer. The hallway was too narrow for him to pass without touching her. His coat brushed her bare arm, carrying the scent of cedar, expensive soap and iron. His face remained inches from hers. “Laila.” He had not called her that in eight months. The name struck deeper than the weapon. Aurora’s grip tightened on the door. “Don’t.” “Open it.” “Say please.” “Aurora.” “Not good enough.” A low thud shuddered through the building. Dust sifted from the ceiling. Ptolemy bolted behind the sofa. Lucien’s amber eye flashed gold. “Please.” The word carried no softness. It carried urgency, and something more dangerous beneath it, a surrender he would have despised from anyone else. Aurora opened the door. Lucien entered in one swift movement. He caught her wrist, pulled her inside, and slammed the door behind him. The deadbolts snapped into place under his hand. She drove her elbow into his ribs. He grunted and released her. “You put your hands on me again,” she whispered, “and I’ll remove something you value.” “You used to threaten my life.” “I’ve broadened my ambitions.” The corridor outside filled with a wet, clicking sound. Lucien crossed to the window and drew the curtain aside by a fraction. His body blocked the gap, but Aurora saw the reflection in the glass. Three figures stood outside the building. They wore dark coats despite the cramped street, their faces hidden behind pale porcelain masks. One lifted its head towards the flat. A black line split the mask from forehead to chin. Aurora’s stomach dropped. “They’re not human.” “Neither am I.” “I’m aware.” “You didn’t used to be.” “I was aware then as well. You just lied better.” Lucien released the curtain. The room shrank around them. “You knew what I was before you touched me?” “I knew you were dangerous.” “That was not my question.” “No. It wasn’t.” The first impact hit the front door below them. The whole flat trembled. Books slid from a shelf and struck the floor. Aurora moved towards the kitchen table. Lucien caught her arm. “Stay behind me.” She looked at his hand. He let go. “Do you remember what happened the last time I stood behind you?” His jaw flexed. “You asked me to leave.” “I asked you to tell me the truth.” “And when I did, you ran.” “You told me you had chosen me because I carried a demon mark.” “I told you the mark made you visible.” “You told me I was a doorway.” Lucien’s silence answered the accusation. Another blow shook the building. From below came a muffled cry, followed by the sharp crash of breaking glass. The curry house lights went out. Aurora snatched the nearest object from the table, a heavy brass magnifying glass. Lucien watched her grip it. “You intend to fight them with that?” “I’ve had worse weapons.” “Indeed. Your tongue, for example.” “You remember that too?” His gaze fell to her mouth. The moment stretched, taut and hot, while something screamed in the stairwell. Aurora hated that her body remembered him. The exact angle of his shoulders. The controlled rhythm of his breathing. The way his fingers had once curled beneath her jaw when he kissed her, careful at first, then ruthless when she pulled him closer. She hated him for leaving. She hated herself for opening the door. Lucien turned away before the silence could become a confession. “Where’s Eva’s iron?” “Under the sink.” “Salt?” “Cupboard above the cooker.” “Holy water?” “Do I look like I run a church?” “You look like a woman who keeps demonology notes beside her tea bags.” “That’s Eva. I only deliver the takeaway.” “Still lying for her.” “Still avoiding the question.” His hand paused over the cupboard. “Ask it.” “Why did you leave me?” The masked figures reached the first floor. Their steps made no sound, but the stair rails groaned with each movement. Lucien opened the cupboard and removed a blue ceramic bowl. He poured a line of salt across the kitchen entrance. “You know why.” “No, I know what you told me. There’s a difference.” “I told you that my enemies would use you against me.” “You told me you had never loved me.” The bowl slipped in his hand. A few grains of salt scattered across the floor. Aurora had spoken the sentence many times in her head. It sounded weaker aloud, stripped of the fury that had carried it through the last eight months. Lucien set the bowl down. “I said I had never loved anyone.” “You looked me in the face.” “I looked at you because I wanted you to believe me.” “That makes it worse.” “Yes.” The admission cut cleaner than denial. The front door below burst apart. Wood splintered. A voice rose through the building, thin and distorted, speaking in a language Aurora understood only after the words rearranged themselves inside her skull. Open the way. The mark beneath her skin burned. Aurora dropped the magnifying glass. Lucien reached her before her knees buckled. One arm locked around her waist, the other pressed against the back of her neck. Heat poured from his palm. “Look at me.” “Get off me.” “Look at me, Laila.” The pain sharpened. Blue light flared through the veins in her wrist, outlining the crescent scar. Lucien swore in French. “What is happening?” “They’ve marked you.” “They?” “The Order of the Hollow Crown.” “Why would they want me?” “They don’t want you. They want what’s inside you.” “That is a spectacularly unhelpful answer.” The flat door shook. Ptolemy streaked across the room, then stopped at the line of salt. His pupils narrowed to black slits. A second shape moved inside them, tall and crowned. Lucien saw it. “Don’t look at the cat.” “I wasn’t.” “You were.” “What is wrong with Ptolemy?” “Later.” “I’m growing tired of that word.” The door lock turned. Not the deadbolts. The lock beneath them, the one Eva used for decoration because the three metal bolts offered better security. The handle depressed. Lucien drew the blade from his cane. It gleamed silver, though no light touched it. Aurora reached for the kitchen drawer and pulled out a delivery knife. The blade had dulled from cutting through cardboard and plastic ties, but its edge still held. Lucien stared at it. “Golden Empress?” “Yu-Fei doesn’t trust her couriers with clean knives.” “Your employer has admirable instincts.” “Stand to my left.” His brow lifted. “The salt line is broken near the fridge. If they come through there, I need a clear angle.” “You have a clear angle from behind me.” “I’m not hiding behind you.” “No. You’re positioning yourself where I cannot protect you.” “I don’t need your protection.” “You never did.” His voice landed low, close to the old wound. The lock clicked open. Aurora’s gaze met his. For one breath, they stood together in the wrecked little flat, shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by Eva’s books and Ptolemy’s snarling shadow. Then the door flew inward. A porcelain mask filled the doorway. Lucien lunged. His blade punched through the mask and drove the creature backwards into the hall. Black blood sprayed across the frame. A second figure crawled over the first, limbs bending in the wrong places. Aurora seized the bowl of salt and threw it into its face. The creature shrieked. Its mask cracked. Beneath the porcelain, a mouth opened sideways, crowded with small human teeth. Lucien grabbed Aurora by the waist and dragged her behind him as the thing flung itself across the room. Claws struck his back. His shirt tore from shoulder to hip. Aurora saw the skin beneath it split, not with blood but with a spill of red light, as though a furnace burned inside his body. He staggered. “Lucien!” The creature raised its arm for another blow. Aurora drove the delivery knife into the glowing wound in his back. Lucien roared. The sound shook the windows. Every deadbolt flew open at once. And from somewhere below them, Eva screamed Aurora’s name.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags1
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences114
tagDensity0.009
leniency0.018
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
94.91% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1966
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"sharply"
count1
1
adverb"precisely"
count1
highlights
0"sharply"
1"precisely"
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)
77.11% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1966
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"footsteps"
count1
1
word"silence"
count3
2
word"porcelain"
count3
3
word"stomach"
count1
4
word"trembled"
count1
highlights
0"footsteps"
1"silence"
2"porcelain"
3"stomach"
4"trembled"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"stomach dropped/sank"
count1
highlights
0"stomach dropped"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences169
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences169
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"tended to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences282
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen25
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1966
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions23
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
48.99% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions65
wordCount1386
uniqueNames8
maxNameDensity2.02
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Lucien28
Moreau1
Aurora24
Brick1
Lane1
French1
Eva4
Ptolemy5
persons
0"Lucien"
1"Moreau"
2"Aurora"
3"Eva"
4"Ptolemy"
places
0"Brick"
1"Lane"
2"French"
globalScore0.49
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences109
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.509
wordCount1966
matches
0"not with blood but with a spill of red light, as though a furnace burned inside"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences282
matches
0"hated that smile"
1"hated that her"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs221
mean8.9
std9.12
cv1.026
sampleLengths
07
132
25
328
44
56
66
745
87
97
105
1121
123
132
144
158
164
171
1857
195
204
216
221
236
245
258
262
2745
284
299
301
317
3216
339
342
354
365
3730
3840
395
406
412
425
439
446
4519
463
478
4822
494
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences169
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs240
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences282
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1387
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"small crescent-shaped scar"
adverbCount34
adverbRatio0.024513338139870222
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.0014419610670511895
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences282
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences282
mean6.97
std4.67
cv0.669
sampleLengths
07
111
221
35
411
59
68
74
86
96
103
113
1223
1316
147
157
165
178
1813
193
202
214
228
234
241
258
268
278
286
2912
3015
315
324
336
341
356
365
378
382
3911
4022
415
427
434
442
457
461
477
486
4910
45.39% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.2765957446808511
totalSentences282
uniqueOpeners78
62.11% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences161
matches
0"Somewhere downstairs, a pan clattered."
1"Then Lucien’s expression changed."
2"Then the door flew inward."
ratio0.019
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount41
totalSentences161
matches
0"His platinum hair had come"
1"His mouth tightened."
2"She had hated that smile"
3"He lowered the cane by"
4"His gaze dropped to the"
5"He looked back at Aurora."
6"He listened, head tilted, while"
7"He wore fear too well"
8"He pushed the door with"
9"His eyes travelled to the"
10"His attention stayed there for"
11"He had pressed his mouth"
12"His voice dropped."
13"She glanced over her shoulder."
14"His tabby body crouched beneath"
15"His coat brushed her bare"
16"His face remained inches from"
17"He had not called her"
18"It carried urgency, and something"
19"He caught her wrist, pulled"
ratio0.255
19.01% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount142
totalSentences161
matches
0"The door opened on Lucien"
1"Aurora stopped with her fingers"
2"The ivory handle rested against"
3"Ptolemy hissed from the bookcase."
4"Lucien’s mismatched eyes moved over"
5"His platinum hair had come"
6"Blood marked the collar of"
7"His mouth tightened."
8"Lucien had once smiled at"
9"She had hated that smile"
10"He lowered the cane by"
11"Aurora kept one hand on"
12"The cut beneath his jaw"
13"A thin line of blood"
14"His gaze dropped to the"
15"Eva’s flat offered little room"
16"Books leaned in unstable towers"
17"Scrolls filled a cracked fruit"
18"He looked back at Aurora."
19"Every muscle in her body"
ratio0.882
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences161
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences50
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"Aurora saw the skin beneath it split, not with blood but with a spill of red light, as though a furnace burned inside his body."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags1
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags1
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"she whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences114
tagDensity0.009
leniency0.018
rawRatio1
effectiveRatio0.018
88.0507%