Run: 2026-07-09-01KX41D727DNDJPHEG79KNNJ63

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Duration:
57.0s
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$0.084849
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OpenAI

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
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 struck the bonnet, rolled across wet metal and landed hard enough to jar her teeth. The motorcycle clipped the kerb where her knees had been. Its rear wheel spat black water across her coat, then Tomás Herrera shot through the red light and vanished between a taxi and a delivery van. “Police! Stop!” He looked back once. That cost him. The motorcycle fishtailed over the slick road markings. Herrera kicked one boot against the tarmac, corrected the skid and mounted the pavement. Pedestrians scattered. A man dropped his takeaway. Curry burst across the slabs in a yellow splash. Quinn ripped open the door of her unmarked Vauxhall. The Raven’s Nest glowed behind her, its green neon sign buzzing over the entrance. Silas’ bar looked shut now. A steel blind covered the door, though Quinn had left it open less than thirty seconds ago. Through the windows, dim light caught old maps and black-and-white photographs on the walls. No faces. No movement. Someone inside had known Herrera would run. She slammed the car into gear. Herrera’s tail light slipped north through Soho, a red bead threaded between buses, cabs and cyclists. Quinn forced the Vauxhall after him. Horns blared. A wing mirror snapped against her passenger door and vanished behind her. Her radio hissed in the cup holder. “Control, Seven-Two. Suspect heading north on Wardour. Motorcycle, black Triumph, partial plate Kilo Seven.” “Seven-Two, units are moving to assist. What’s the suspected offence?” Quinn watched Herrera mount another pavement. “Murder.” The answer silenced Control for two beats. “Confirm murder.” “Confirm.” She had no authority to confirm it. Not yet. The dead man behind the Raven’s Nest had carried Herrera’s business card in one pocket and three neat punctures beneath his ribs. No wallet. No phone. No blood around the body, despite the wounds going deep enough to open the liver. Herrera had crouched beside him with a leather medical bag spread across the floor. His hands had shone red to the wrists. Then he had seen Quinn. Former paramedics did not flee murder scenes unless they had something worth catching. The Triumph cut across Oxford Street. Quinn followed, scraping between a bus and a concrete divider. The driver hammered his horn. His mouth formed a complete history of Anglo-Saxon profanity as she passed. “Seven-Two, armed response requests your location.” “Tell them to hold south of Camden.” “Why?” Because Herrera had not chosen his route on instinct. He kept taking narrow roads that cut north, every turn clean and immediate. He had a destination. If blue lights crowded him too soon, he would shed the bike and disappear into one of a thousand doorways. “Containment.” “That’s not what I asked, Detective Quinn.” She switched off the radio. Ahead, the Triumph vanished down an alley beside a shuttered furniture shop. Quinn braked, dragged the wheel left and entered too fast. Bins blurred past both windows. One clipped the rear quarter and spun into the road. The alley narrowed until damp brick seemed to close around the car. Herrera had abandoned the motorcycle halfway down. It lay on its side, wheel turning. He vaulted a low wall beyond it, his dark leather satchel clutched beneath one arm. Quinn stamped on the brake. The seat belt locked across her chest. By the time she climbed out, Herrera had cleared the wall. She drew her baton, ran three steps and jumped. Her palms slapped the brick coping. Pain fired through her right wrist, but she hauled herself over and dropped into a yard dense with the smell of wet cardboard and rotting fruit. A metal gate clanged ahead. “Herrera!” No answer. “You can’t outrun a murder charge.” His voice came through the gate. “Then charge the murderer.” Quinn shouldered through. She found him sprinting across a narrow Camden street, dodging a cab with the cold judgement of a man who had spent years stepping into traffic beside ambulances. Short curly dark hair clung to his head. His coat had torn at the shoulder. The satchel bounced against his ribs. Quinn followed. Her worn leather watch struck her wrist bone with each stride. The hands showed twenty-three minutes past eleven. The watch had lost six minutes a day since Morris died, but she still wound it every Sunday. Herrera looked over his shoulder. “Go home, Detective.” “After you.” “You don’t know where I’m going.” “You’ve made that obvious.” A black cab surged between them. Quinn slapped its boot and cut around the rear. Herrera disappeared through a break in a wire fence. She reached it seconds later. Beyond the fence stood a disused brick station building, trapped between a warehouse and a terrace of boarded shops. Graffiti covered the old entrance. Layers of paint formed swollen names over cracked tiles. A rusted roundel hung above the doors with the station name scraped away. Herrera squeezed through a gap in the chained entrance. Quinn caught his satchel. The strap tightened across his chest and dragged him back against the gate. He struck the steel with one shoulder. Quinn twisted the leather around her fist. “Done.” Herrera drove his elbow through the gap. It caught her cheek. White light burst behind her eyes. Her grip loosened and he tore free, leaving a strip of leather in her hand. She shoved through the entrance. Inside, the station’s old ticket hall smelled of mould, iron and stagnant water. Broken machines stood against the walls like gutted cabinets. A bank of dead escalators descended into darkness. Herrera took the left one at a run. Quinn touched her cheek. Her fingers came away clean. Bruised, not split. “Assaulting police. Good addition.” “Keep collecting charges. They’ll look lovely at your funeral.” His footsteps hammered below. Quinn took the escalator three steps at a time. Her boots slipped on wet grooves. She gripped the rubber rail, found it cold and greasy, and kept moving. At the bottom, Herrera crossed a tiled concourse. Faded arrows pointed towards platforms sealed decades ago. He stopped at an old service door and pulled something pale from beneath his shirt. Not a key. A disc of bone hung beside his Saint Christopher medallion. He pressed the disc into a shallow hollow in the door. The tiles shivered. Quinn slowed. A low click travelled through the wall, followed by another, then dozens more. The service door contracted into itself. Rust flaked away. The frame widened without moving. Beyond it, a flight of stone steps descended where solid earth should have stood. Light flickered below. Not electric light. Flames. Herrera glanced at her, warm brown eyes hard beneath a cut brow. “This is the last place your badge means anything.” Quinn raised her baton. “You’d be surprised where it opens doors.” “Your partner said something like that.” Everything stopped except the blood striking inside her bruised cheek. Herrera descended. Quinn caught the door before it could shrink shut. “Morris.” Herrera kept moving. “You knew DS Morris?” No answer. She stepped across the threshold. The station changed around her. The stink of damp concrete gave way to incense, hot metal and animal musk. Music pulsed below, a slow rhythm played on something that sounded like stretched hide. Voices braided through it in languages Quinn did not recognise. The steps curved down. She pulled out her phone. No signal. The screen flashed once, showing a photograph that had not served as her lock screen for three years. Morris grinned from the passenger seat of their old patrol car, one hand raised against the camera. Then the screen went black. Quinn stared at her own dim reflection. Closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair. Rain shining across her sharp jaw. Brown eyes that had stopped accepting coincidences at the same time Morris stopped breathing. A shout rose below. Herrera had reached the foot of the steps. Quinn followed. The underground market opened beneath the abandoned station like a wound in the city. Stalls crowded an old platform and spilled onto the tracks. Sellers had built counters from railway sleepers, old doors, polished coffins and slabs of veined stone. Blue flames burned in hanging glass bowls. Copper cages rattled without anything visible inside them. Bottles lined one stall, each filled with a different moving shadow. Hundreds of shoppers packed the platform. Some looked human. A woman in a red business suit lifted a porcelain mask to her face. The mask blinked before she put it on. A thin man counted silver coins with six jointed fingers. Two children in matching school uniforms led a creature wrapped in funeral cloth, its claws clicking over the tiles. Quinn halted on the final step. Every instinct sharpened into the same clean order. Leave. Seal the station. Bring a team. But Herrera pushed into the crowd, and the Saint Christopher medallion flashed at his throat beside the bone token. Morris had owned the same medallion. Quinn had found its broken chain in his locker after the funeral. Herrera glanced back. He saw her looking and closed his fist over the saint. That settled it. She entered the Veil Market. The crowd resisted her. Shoulders pressed against her coat. Clawed hands brushed her sleeve. Someone laughed into her ear, though no face turned towards her. Quinn kept Herrera’s head in view. He passed a stall where glass jars held teeth rooted in black soil. Another sold sealed envelopes labelled with dates rather than names. The seller tore one open for a customer. A woman screamed somewhere far above them, faint as a radio in another room. Herrera veered off the platform and crossed the tracks. Quinn jumped down after him. Water covered the sleepers, warm enough to steam against her boots. Pale shapes darted beneath the surface. A merchant leaned across his counter. His face carried no mouth, only a vertical seam. He tapped Quinn’s baton with one long fingernail. The metal softened. She released it. The baton struck the water like a strip of liquorice and curled around a rail. The merchant’s seam opened. “Police,” he breathed from the red slit. Heads turned across the market. Herrera stopped. “Put the badge away.” Quinn had not drawn it. She looked down. Her warrant card hung open against her chest. She had left it inside her coat pocket. The photograph had changed. Morris stared out from the laminated square, his face grey and swollen, his eyes scratched away. A bell rang once. The market fell silent. Quinn tore the warrant card from her neck. Herrera crossed the tracks towards her. “You entered without a token.” “The door opened.” “For me.” “What did you do to Morris?” Herrera’s jaw tightened. “I stitched his chest while he begged me not to let them take his face.” Quinn seized his coat. “Who?” The crowd recoiled in a widening circle. Herrera looked beyond her shoulder. “You brought it here.” Something tugged at Quinn’s left wrist. Her watch had stopped. The cracked glass bulged outwards. A black thread pushed between the watch hands, followed by another. They lengthened, wet and trembling, and wound around her skin. Quinn ripped at the buckle. The worn leather strap split open. A tiny pale hand burst through the watch face and clamped around her thumb. The platform lights died. In the dark, Morris spoke from inside her wrist. “Harlow, run.” Then the tracks opened beneath them.
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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)
dialogueSentences36
tagDensity0.028
leniency0.056
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1882
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)
86.72% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1882
totalAiIsms5
found
0
word"footsteps"
count1
1
word"flickered"
count1
2
word"electric"
count1
3
word"pulsed"
count1
4
word"porcelain"
count1
highlights
0"footsteps"
1"flickered"
2"electric"
3"pulsed"
4"porcelain"
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
narrationSentences213
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences213
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences249
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen28
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1882
ratio0
matches(empty)
97.22% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions9
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"In the dark, Morris spoke from inside her wrist."
56.71% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions89
wordCount1715
uniqueNames20
maxNameDensity1.87
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Herrera"
discoveredNames
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Herrera28
Vauxhall2
Raven2
Nest2
Quinn32
Soho1
Control1
Triumph2
Oxford1
Street1
Anglo-Saxon1
Camden1
Morris6
Sunday1
Saint2
Christopher2
Veil1
Market1
Heads1
persons
0"Tomás"
1"Herrera"
2"Raven"
3"Nest"
4"Quinn"
5"Triumph"
6"Morris"
7"Saint"
8"Christopher"
9"Market"
10"Heads"
places
0"Vauxhall"
1"Soho"
2"Oxford"
3"Street"
4"Camden"
globalScore0.567
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences134
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"sounded like stretched hide"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1882
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences249
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs158
mean11.91
std12.89
cv1.082
sampleLengths
016
136
22
34
43
538
69
754
87
96
1036
117
1214
1310
146
151
167
172
181
197
202
2141
2222
235
2413
2533
266
277
281
2946
301
317
325
3312
3437
357
3622
3712
3811
3941
405
411
422
436
446
454
463
4749
482
4936
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences213
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs300
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences249
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount220
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount4
adverbRatio0.01818181818181818
lyAdverbCount1
lyAdverbRatio0.004545454545454545
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences249
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences249
mean7.56
std4.9
cv0.649
sampleLengths
016
110
226
32
44
53
68
714
82
95
109
119
1214
135
1417
1514
162
172
187
196
2016
216
222
2312
247
2514
2610
276
281
297
302
311
327
332
3422
352
362
3715
3814
398
405
4113
426
4310
445
4512
466
477
481
499
57.97% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats9
diversityRatio0.36947791164658633
totalSentences249
uniqueOpeners92
68.03% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences196
matches
0"Then he had seen Quinn."
1"Then the screen went black."
2"Closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair."
3"Then the tracks opened beneath"
ratio0.02
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount43
totalSentences196
matches
0"Its rear wheel spat black"
1"He looked back once."
2"She slammed the car into"
3"Her radio hissed in the"
4"She had no authority to"
5"His hands had shone red"
6"His mouth formed a complete"
7"He kept taking narrow roads"
8"He had a destination."
9"She switched off the radio."
10"It lay on its side,"
11"He vaulted a low wall"
12"She drew her baton, ran"
13"Her palms slapped the brick"
14"His voice came through the"
15"She found him sprinting across"
16"His coat had torn at"
17"Her worn leather watch struck"
18"She reached it seconds later."
19"He struck the steel with"
ratio0.219
41.63% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount164
totalSentences196
matches
0"Quinn struck the bonnet, rolled"
1"The motorcycle clipped the kerb"
2"Its rear wheel spat black"
3"He looked back once."
4"That cost him."
5"The motorcycle fishtailed over the"
6"Herrera kicked one boot against"
7"A man dropped his takeaway."
8"Curry burst across the slabs"
9"Quinn ripped open the door"
10"The Raven’s Nest glowed behind"
11"A steel blind covered the"
12"Someone inside had known Herrera"
13"She slammed the car into"
14"Herrera’s tail light slipped north"
15"Quinn forced the Vauxhall after"
16"A wing mirror snapped against"
17"Her radio hissed in the"
18"Quinn watched Herrera mount another"
19"The answer silenced Control for"
ratio0.837
76.53% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount3
totalSentences196
matches
0"Because Herrera had not chosen"
1"If blue lights crowded him"
2"By the time she climbed"
ratio0.015
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences66
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"He kept taking narrow roads that cut north, every turn clean and immediate."
1"She found him sprinting across a narrow Camden street, dodging a cab with the cold judgement of a man who had spent years stepping into traffic beside ambulance…"
2"Two children in matching school uniforms led a creature wrapped in funeral cloth, its claws clicking over the tiles."
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"he breathed (breathe)"
dialogueSentences36
tagDensity0.028
leniency0.056
rawRatio1
effectiveRatio0.056
92.8267%