Run: 2026-07-09-01KX41GBQNAPRWH79E10GSAJ6P

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Duration:
31.9s
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$0.038201
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OpenAI

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System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Mystery 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="4414" name="Eva Kowalski" aliases="Eva, Evie" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Best Friend"> <eyeColor>green</eyeColor> <hair>curly red</hair> <height>5'4"</height> <age>26</age> <glasses>round glasses</glasses> <satchel>worn leather satchel full of books</satchel> <freckles>freckled complexion</freckles> <nervousHabit>tucking hair behind her left ear</nervousHabit> <description>Aurora's childhood friend and an occult researcher.</description> <backstory>Moved to London two years before Aurora and works as a research assistant at the British Museum's restricted archives. She holds a master's degree in Ancient History from Oxford.</backstory> </character> <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> <item id="2004" name="Veil Compass" aliases="the Compass, shadow compass" type="Tool" origin="The Veil Market"> <casingMaterial>small brass compass</casingMaterial> <faceMarkings>face etched with protective sigils</faceMarkings> <needle>points toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal</needle> <patina>casing has a patina of verdigris</patina> <creator>crafted by a Shade artisan</creator> <description>A compass attuned to supernatural energy.</description> </item> </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 mystery genre. A detective arrives at a crime scene in an unusual location. Something is wrong — the evidence doesn't add up. A colleague is present, offering a different interpretation. Through careful observation and deduction, the detective begins to see what others have missed. 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
“Don’t touch the compass.” Detective Harlow Quinn caught the constable’s wrist before his glove closed around the brass case. He flinched, more offended than frightened. “It’s evidence, ma’am.” “It can remain evidence where it is.” Quinn released him and crouched beside the object. Her knees cracked through the stiff fold of her trousers. The compass lay open on the platform’s yellow safety line, its lid bent back like a broken eyelid. Verdigris crusted the rim. Protective sigils circled the face in tight, clean cuts, though something had scored through three of them with a nail or a blade. The needle spun. Not a smooth turn. It jerked from north to west, snapped south, then shivered toward the black mouth of the disused tunnel. “Cheap antique?” asked DC Patel. Quinn looked up. He stood under the weak beam of a battery lantern, tall and neat in a dark overcoat that had not met the grime on the platform. He held a notebook against his chest, pen poised. The younger officers had formed a loose perimeter behind him, all of them making a show of watching the cordon rather than the body. “Do cheap antiques spin without a magnetic source?” Quinn asked. Patel glanced at the rails. “There are live lines nearby.” “There aren’t.” “Electrical residue, then. Old cabling. The station’s been sealed for decades.” “Not sealed.” Quinn pointed at the iron gate in the far wall. Its lock hung split open. “Occupied.” The abandoned station sat beneath Camden like a bad tooth beneath a polished smile. Old tiles climbed the walls in sickly bands of green and cream. A faded roundel still clung above the tracks, its lettering blistered beyond reading. Someone had covered the old adverts with newer ones, hand-painted boards offering bottled sleep, powdered luck, names in dead languages, and teeth arranged by size in glass jars. The place had no business existing. Quinn had been told a body had turned up in a closed Underground station. She had expected squatters, a dealer’s turf war, some desperate fool caught beneath a falling beam. Then she had stepped through the broken gate and seen a boy with silver coins under his tongue. Patel opened his notebook. “Victim’s name is Elijah Ward. Twenty-eight. Runs a stall at the weekend markets aboveground, vintage clothes and jewellery. No address on record beyond a flat in Kentish Town. We found his wallet in his coat. Cash intact.” “Not robbed.” “No.” “Drug-related?” “Could be. We found the vials.” He nodded towards the body. Ward lay on his back between the platform edge and a wooden stall draped in black velvet. His left hand clenched a fistful of grey ash. His right had curled against his chest, fingers blackened from the tips to the first knuckle. His eyes stared at the ceiling. Someone had placed two old silver pennies on them, but one had slid aside, leaving the lid half-open. Copper stung Quinn’s nostrils beneath incense and damp stone. She moved closer without crossing the chalk marks the scene team had drawn. There was blood, but too little. A thin red line ran from Ward’s right ear to his jaw. His shirt had burned through over the heart. No flame had touched the rest of him. Patel followed her gaze. “Electrocution, I think. He touched the thing, it discharged. The burns fit.” “Do they?” “He has burns on his hand.” “Only the fingers. If the compass discharged, the brass casing should carry heat damage. It doesn’t.” Patel pursed his lips. “Could have cooled.” “The metal’s cold.” “Everything’s cold down here.” Quinn’s brown eyes fixed on him. Patel swallowed the rest of that sentence. She leaned closer to Ward’s face. His lips held a faint blue stain. “Who put the coins on his eyes?” “No one admits it. There were six people here when uniforms arrived. They all claim they found him like that.” “Names?” “None that match an address. One woman called herself Mrs Vetch. A man gave us a card with no name, only a drawing of a crow. Another had no pulse for forty seconds when Sergeant Bell tried to detain him.” Quinn looked at him again. Patel closed the notebook. “Paramedics confirmed he had one later.” “Of course they did.” The detective stood and surveyed the platform. Stalls crowded the walls, each one built from mismatched furniture, cracked cabinets, and wheeled tea trolleys. Beneath the velvet, under the jars and small cages and boxed relics, lay a pattern she had seen in ordinary criminal scenes all her career. Panic left marks. A chair lay on its side near the stairs. A row of small glass bottles had shattered beneath a bench. Footprints overlapped in the dust, some sharp, some smeared. People had run when the body fell. But the platform edge remained clean. No scuffs. No heel drags. No marks from someone collapsing backwards. Quinn walked along it, careful with each step. Her worn leather watch pressed against her wrist as she checked the distance. Six paces from the compass to the body. Four paces from the body to the stall. The compass’s chain stretched beneath the safety line, vanishing under a loose tile. “Has anyone lifted that?” she asked. Patel moved beside her. “The tile?” “The chain.” “No. Forensics are waiting on clearance. The locals became difficult.” “Locals.” “That’s what Bell called them.” “Bell calls pigeons locals when they shit on his car.” A cough came from behind the cordon. Sergeant Bell stood with his arms folded. His broad face had gone pale beneath the harsh lantern light. He had served under Quinn for four years and had once walked into a burning flat to pull out a child. At the moment, he looked as though the dark tunnel might speak his name. “Thought you’d want to know,” Bell said. “The witnesses keep asking when they can reopen.” “Reopen what?” “Their market.” Quinn let the words settle. “A market.” “They sell odd things.” “I can see that.” “No, ma’am. Odd things.” She walked to the nearest stall. A hand-lettered sign read MOTHER NELL’S REMEDIES. Rows of stoppered bottles held pale fluids and objects that moved when she looked away. One contained what seemed to be a human tooth. Another held a pale strip of something that pressed itself against the glass. Quinn did not touch either. Behind the stall, a woman in a black wool coat sat on an overturned crate, wrists cuffed in front of her. Her hair rose in a white cloud around a narrow face. One eye had gone milky with age. The other watched Quinn with open dislike. “Mrs Vetch,” Quinn said. “Detective.” “You know my name?” “Your lot sent a uniform round the market last spring. Asked about a butcher who sold children’s shoes.” “He was selling human fingers.” “He had a niche clientele.” Quinn stopped at the edge of the cordon. “Did you see Elijah Ward die?” “I saw him make a purchase.” “What did he buy?” Mrs Vetch’s good eye slid to the compass. “A direction.” “That object is a compass.” “It points.” “Every compass points.” “Not like that.” Patel made a faint sound through his nose. Quinn ignored him. “Who sold it to him?” “A Shade called Kett. Little fellow. Face like wet paper. Gone now.” “Why did Ward need a direction?” “He asked for a door.” Quinn looked back at the tunnel. “A door to where?” Mrs Vetch smiled without warmth. “That was the error, wasn’t it?” Bell shifted behind Quinn. “Careful, ma’am. She’s been on about portals and blood prices since we brought her up.” “Portals,” Quinn said. “You mean doors.” “Not the sort you kick in.” Quinn faced Mrs Vetch again. “Tell me what happened.” “The boy bought his compass. He opened it. Then he found what he sought.” “And died of it.” Mrs Vetch’s cuffed hands rested on her knees. “He died because someone led him to the wrong threshold.” “Who?” The old woman’s smile disappeared. “You brought her.” The station seemed to draw tight around them. Even Patel stopped writing. “Brought who?” Quinn asked. Mrs Vetch raised her chin towards the stairs. Quinn turned. A woman stood at the top landing beyond the cordon tape, framed by peeling tile and darkness. She wore a charcoal coat over plain clothes, no warrant card visible, no uniform with her. Curly red hair had escaped from a loose knot. Round glasses caught the lantern light. A worn leather satchel hung from one shoulder, swollen with books. She looked far too young to belong in this place. Then she met Quinn’s eyes, and the nervous tuck of hair behind her left ear made her seem younger still. “Eva Kowalski,” she said. “British Museum.” Quinn had not asked. “You’re trespassing in an active crime scene.” “I gave Sergeant Bell my identification.” Bell cleared his throat. “She works in restricted archives, ma’am. I thought she might explain the symbols.” “You thought wrong.” Eva’s green eyes dropped to the compass. Her face changed. “Oh.” Quinn heard the fear in that one small sound. “You know it.” “It’s a Veil Compass.” Patel shut his notebook. “A what?” Eva stepped down one stair, then stopped when Quinn held up a hand. “Stay there.” “It was made by a Shade artisan. The sigils on the face act as a ward. The needle finds the nearest rift, a breach between this side and somewhere else.” “Somewhere else,” Patel repeated. Eva looked at him. “Yes.” He gave a short laugh, then saw nobody joined him. Quinn pointed to the broken marks on the compass. “What does that mean?” “Someone disabled the ward.” “Ward bought it like this?” “No.” Eva’s fingers tightened around her satchel strap. “No seller with sense would do that. The compass would become a beacon.” “For what?” Eva did not answer at once. The tunnel did. A wet scraping sound travelled along the rails. It came from deep within the black, too heavy for rats and too slow for a train. The lantern nearest the tunnel flickered. Tick. Tock. Quinn’s gaze went to her watch. Its hands had stopped at 2:17. Bell’s radio hissed. Then a man’s voice spoke through it, low and ragged. “Quinn.” Her hand closed around the radio before Bell could. The voice came again. “Quinn, don’t let it see you.” DS Morris had been dead for three years. Bell stared at the radio. Patel’s pen slipped from his fingers and clicked across the tiles. Quinn kept her face still. Her thumb pressed the transmit button. “Identify yourself.” The radio answered with a burst of static, then Morris’s voice, closer now. “It wore my face first.” The tunnel breathed. Dust lifted from the tracks in a slow spiral. The Veil Compass needle snapped hard towards the darkness and held there, quivering. Beneath the loose tile, the chain pulled taut with a metallic scream. Eva’s satchel fell open. Books spilled across the stairs. One landed face-up, its yellowed page marked with an ink drawing of a doorway made from bones. “That is not a rift,” Eva said. Quinn turned towards her. “What is it?” Eva backed into the wall, all colour gone from her freckled face. “A rift opens. This is coming through.” Something tall unfolded in the tunnel, joint by joint, and Morris’s dead voice called from inside its throat. “Harlow.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags11
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"Eva’s fingers tightened around [around]"
dialogueSentences102
tagDensity0.108
leniency0.216
rawRatio0.091
effectiveRatio0.02
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1886
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
80.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found
0"Patel"
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
78.79% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1886
totalAiIsms8
found
0
word"magnetic"
count1
1
word"velvet"
count2
2
word"pulse"
count1
3
word"shattered"
count1
4
word"warmth"
count1
5
word"beacon"
count1
6
word"flickered"
count1
highlights
0"magnetic"
1"velvet"
2"pulse"
3"shattered"
4"warmth"
5"beacon"
6"flickered"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"clenched jaw/fists"
count1
highlights
0"clenched a fist"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences151
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences151
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)
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gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen40
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matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1886
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions22
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
0.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions83
wordCount1301
uniqueNames14
maxNameDensity2.38
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity6
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Harlow1
Quinn31
Patel13
Camden1
Underground1
Ward3
Bell7
Vetch5
Mrs5
Eva8
Morris3
Veil1
Compass1
One3
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Patel"
3"Camden"
4"Ward"
5"Bell"
6"Vetch"
7"Mrs"
8"Eva"
9"Morris"
10"One"
places
0"Compass"
globalScore0.309
windowScore0
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences100
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1886
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences241
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs175
mean10.78
std13.75
cv1.276
sampleLengths
04
115
26
33
47
563
63
722
85
93
1059
1110
125
135
142
1511
1618
1767
186
1930
2018
214
2237
232
241
251
266
275
2866
299
3047
314
3212
332
346
3516
364
373
383
394
4013
4113
427
4320
441
4540
465
474
486
494
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences151
matches
0"been told"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs219
matches(empty)
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
wordCount1305
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount26
adverbRatio0.01992337164750958
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.0015325670498084292
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
mean7.83
std6.13
cv0.784
sampleLengths
04
115
26
33
47
58
610
718
84
923
103
114
1218
135
143
1526
169
1724
1810
195
205
212
2211
2312
245
251
2614
2712
2813
2928
306
3114
3216
3318
344
3537
362
371
381
396
405
4117
429
4316
446
4518
469
4713
486
4912
57.68% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.37344398340248963
totalSentences241
uniqueOpeners90
72.46% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences138
matches
0"Then she had stepped through"
1"Then she met Quinn’s eyes,"
2"Then a man’s voice spoke"
ratio0.022
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount28
totalSentences138
matches
0"He flinched, more offended than"
1"Her knees cracked through the"
2"It jerked from north to"
3"He stood under the weak"
4"He held a notebook against"
5"Its lock hung split open."
6"She had expected squatters, a"
7"He nodded towards the body."
8"His left hand clenched a"
9"His right had curled against"
10"His eyes stared at the"
11"She moved closer without crossing"
12"His shirt had burned through"
13"She leaned closer to Ward’s"
14"His lips held a faint"
15"Her worn leather watch pressed"
16"His broad face had gone"
17"He had served under Quinn"
18"She walked to the nearest"
19"Her hair rose in a"
ratio0.203
50.58% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount113
totalSentences138
matches
0"Detective Harlow Quinn caught the"
1"He flinched, more offended than"
2"Quinn released him and crouched"
3"Her knees cracked through the"
4"The compass lay open on"
5"Verdigris crusted the rim."
6"The needle spun."
7"It jerked from north to"
8"Quinn looked up."
9"He stood under the weak"
10"He held a notebook against"
11"The younger officers had formed"
12"Patel glanced at the rails."
13"Quinn pointed at the iron"
14"Its lock hung split open."
15"The abandoned station sat beneath"
16"A faded roundel still clung"
17"Someone had covered the old"
18"The place had no business"
19"Quinn had been told a"
ratio0.819
36.23% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences138
matches
0"Even Patel stopped writing."
ratio0.007
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences47
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"He stood under the weak beam of a battery lantern, tall and neat in a dark overcoat that had not met the grime on the platform."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags11
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags9
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"Patel repeated (repeat)"
dialogueSentences102
tagDensity0.088
leniency0.176
rawRatio0.111
effectiveRatio0.02
89.1914%