Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCPKSS283QQQ2J83HFGJZ6E

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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
The suspect went left at the kebab shop, and Quinn knew she'd lost thirty seconds by guessing right instead of seeing it. Rain hammered Wardour Street. It came off the awnings in sheets, turned the gutters into small brown rivers, and made every surface a lie. Her boots skidded on a manhole cover. She corrected, shoulder brushing brick, and ran on. Ahead, the man in the grey coat glanced back. Second time in four streets. Amateur, that. Looking back costs you speed and tells the person behind you exactly how frightened you are. He was frightened. "Police! Stop where you are!" He didn't. They never did, and she'd stopped expecting it around year six. He crossed against traffic. A black cab lurched, horn blaring, and the driver leaned out to say something about Quinn's mother that got swallowed by the downpour. She went round the bonnet, palm slapping wet metal, and kept going. Eighteen years. Her knees knew every one of them. The suspect's name, according to the barman at the Raven's Nest, was nothing. No name. No face he could recall, though the green neon over that door had been buzzing over his head for nine years and he could describe the pattern of grime on his own ceiling if you asked. Funny how memory worked in Soho. Selective. Convenient. She'd watched the Nest for six weeks. Watched the same handful of people come and go through a door that led to a bar with too few customers and too much money. Tonight, one of them had walked out with a canvas satchel and gone stiff as a rabbit when he clocked her in the doorway of the launderette. Then he'd run. Which was, in its way, a confession. She'd take it. Grey coat cut through the mouth of an alley off Berwick Street. Bins. Cardboard mulch. A fire escape rattling in the wind like something trying to get free. Quinn slowed at the entrance. Blind alleys made her partner nervous, back when she'd had one. Three years since Morris. Three years since a routine door-knock in Whitechapel ended with him sitting on a kerb, calm as Sunday, telling her he could see the inside of things. Then the seizure. Then the hospital. Then the coroner's report that said cardiac event and explained nothing at all, and the fact she never told anyone about the frost. It had been June. Frost on the inside of the window. Fern patterns, delicate as lace. She went into the alley. Grey coat was halfway up the fire escape, satchel swinging, one hand on the rail. She got a boot on the bottom rung and the whole structure sang. "Metropolitan Police. You're making this worse." "You don't know what you're chasing." Northern, that voice. Leeds, maybe. Young. Cracked down the middle with panic. "So tell me." He kicked. Her head snapped back and something warm ran from her lip into her mouth. Copper. Bright and thin. By the time she blinked the rain out of her eyes he'd gone over the roof line. She caught him again on Great Marlborough. Pure luck, the kind she'd learned to accept without argument. He'd come down a drainpipe onto a skip and clearly hadn't planned the landing, because he was limping now, dragging his left leg like it belonged to someone else. "Your ankle's done," she called. "Sit down. I'll get you a paramedic and a cup of tea and we'll talk about a satchel." "There's no paramedic for this." "Then you're doing it wrong." He laughed. That was the worst part. A wet, splintered little laugh, and he limped faster. North. Always north with these people. Through Oxford Circus, where the crowds parted for a running man and then closed behind him like water. Past the shuttered fronts, the phone shops, the smell of frying onions and drains and wet wool. A busker packing a guitar into a case swore at her as she went past. Her radio crackled at her collarbone. She ignored it. Control would want a location, a description, a reason, and there wasn't a form for the reason. Not one she could fill in without ending up back in a small room with a doctor who kept saying grief in a soft voice. Camden by half eleven. She'd lost sight of him twice and found him twice, both times by the limp, that uneven scrape on wet pavement. The lock-up sat behind a hoarding on a side street off Kentish Town Road, one of those slabs of dead ground the city forgets to develop. Plywood. Fly-posters peeling in layers, band names on band names, a stratigraphy of noise. The gap in the hoarding was the width of a man's shoulders and had been cut recently, the raw edge pale. Grey coat squeezed through it. Quinn stopped. Rain drummed on the hoarding. Somewhere behind her a night bus sighed at a stop and pulled away. She'd found this place three weeks ago on a map. Not a map she'd requested. She'd come out of the Nest, empty-handed as usual, and found a folded page in her coat pocket that she hadn't put there. An old Underground diagram, the kind they printed in the fifties, with a station marked on it in red biro that hadn't existed for sixty years. She'd told herself it was a wind-up. Kids, or one of the Nest's regulars having fun with the copper who kept sitting in the corner nursing a lime and soda. She'd told herself that, and then she'd carried the page around in her inside pocket for three weeks, taking it out at traffic lights. Through the gap: a concrete ramp going down. A hoarding-shaped rectangle of nothing. And light. Not streetlight. Not the sodium orange bleeding down from the road. Something warmer, greenish at the edges, coming up out of the ground in a slow pulse like a held breath. Quinn put her hand flat against the plywood. Procedure said radio it in. Procedure said wait for support, secure the perimeter, log the entry point, and let a superintendent decide whether a man with a satchel and a bad ankle warranted a search of private land at midnight without a warrant. Procedure had a clean answer for this, and the clean answer was walk away. Procedure had also written cardiac event and gone home to its dinner. She wiped the blood off her lip with the back of her hand and looked at the mark it left. Then she turned the collar of her coat up, which did nothing, and went through the gap. The ramp smelled of piss and old rain, then didn't. Twenty feet down, the air changed. Warmer. Dry, which was impossible. And underneath that, layered like the fly-posters, a hundred smells that didn't belong together: bay leaves, wet iron, burnt sugar, something floral and rotten. Meat. Not butcher's meat. Older. Her torch found tiles. Cream and oxblood, cracked and beautiful, and a strip of enamel signage with half a name on it. She read the letters twice and couldn't place the station. She'd lived in this city forty-one years. Voices ahead. Many. A murmur with a rhythm to it, rising and falling, the sound of a market at full swing at midnight under Camden. Then a hand closed on her wrist. She had the man against the tiles before she'd decided to, forearm across his collarbone, and he let her, hands up, palms out, entirely calm. "Not that way." Spanish, softened by years of London. He was thirty at most, curly dark hair plastered flat, a medallion swinging free of his shirt. Warm brown eyes, absolutely no fear in them, which she disliked immediately. "Please. Not without a token." "Get off me." "I'm not touching you." True. He wasn't. "You are bleeding." "Occupational." "Lip's split. You'll want ice." He glanced past her, up the ramp, and something moved behind his face. "You followed Danny down here." "You know his name." "I know his ankle. I set it once already this year." A breath. "Detective, listen to me carefully, because I am going to say it once and then I am going to walk away and you will not see me again. There's a doorway forty feet ahead. Whatever you're carrying that you didn't pay for, they'll take it out of you at that doorway. Money doesn't work. Warrant cards definitely don't work." "What does?" He hesitated. Genuine hesitation, the kind you can't fake, and she watched him lose an argument with himself. Then he took something out of his coat and pressed it into her palm. Small. Cool. Ridged where her thumb found it. She looked down. Bone. Yellowed, drilled through, warm now with the heat of his hand. "Left at the sign," Tomás said. "Don't eat anything. Don't tell them your surname." And from the market, over the murmur, a voice that wasn't a voice at all began to call her partner'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
totalTags4
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences22
tagDensity0.182
leniency0.364
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
96.66% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1495
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"carefully"
count1
highlights
0"carefully"
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)
86.62% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1495
totalAiIsms4
found
0
word"lurched"
count1
1
word"structure"
count1
2
word"pulse"
count1
3
word"absolutely"
count1
highlights
0"lurched"
1"structure"
2"pulse"
3"absolutely"
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
emotionTells1
narrationSentences136
matches
0"e with panic"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences136
filterMatches
0"decide"
hedgeMatches
0"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences151
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen59
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1495
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions12
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions38
wordCount1327
uniqueNames24
maxNameDensity0.38
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Procedure"
discoveredNames
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Wardour1
Street2
Raven1
Nest4
Soho1
Berwick1
Morris1
Whitechapel1
Sunday1
June1
Leeds1
Great1
Marlborough1
Oxford1
Circus1
Kentish1
Town1
Road1
Underground1
Camden2
London1
Grey3
Procedure4
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Nest"
2"Morris"
3"Sunday"
4"Procedure"
places
0"Wardour"
1"Street"
2"Raven"
3"Soho"
4"Berwick"
5"Leeds"
6"Oxford"
7"Kentish"
8"Town"
9"Road"
10"London"
11"Grey"
globalScore1
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences76
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1495
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences151
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
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std20.2
cv0.811
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4150
4239
4325
447
4525
4643
473
4810
491
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences136
matches
0"was frightened"
1"got swallowed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs217
matches
0"was limping"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences151
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1335
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount36
adverbRatio0.02696629213483146
lyAdverbCount9
lyAdverbRatio0.006741573033707865
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences151
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences151
mean9.9
std9.09
cv0.918
sampleLengths
022
14
220
37
48
59
65
72
816
93
105
112
1211
134
1423
1512
162
177
1813
192
2036
216
221
231
247
2525
2627
273
287
293
3012
311
322
3313
345
3511
364
3727
383
393
4023
414
427
435
445
4515
4613
476
489
492
84.99% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats10
diversityRatio0.5496688741721855
totalSentences151
uniqueOpeners83
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount9
totalSentences104
matches
0"Then he'd run."
1"Then the seizure."
2"Then the hospital."
3"Then the coroner's report that"
4"Always north with these people."
5"Somewhere behind her a night"
6"Then she turned the collar"
7"Then a hand closed on"
8"Then he took something out"
ratio0.087
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount31
totalSentences104
matches
0"It came off the awnings"
1"Her boots skidded on a"
2"She corrected, shoulder brushing brick,"
3"He was frightened."
4"They never did, and she'd"
5"He crossed against traffic."
6"She went round the bonnet,"
7"Her knees knew every one"
8"She'd watched the Nest for"
9"She'd take it."
10"It had been June."
11"She went into the alley."
12"She got a boot on"
13"Her head snapped back and"
14"She caught him again on"
15"He'd come down a drainpipe"
16"Her radio crackled at her"
17"She ignored it."
18"She'd lost sight of him"
19"She'd found this place three"
ratio0.298
100.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount58
totalSentences104
matches
0"The suspect went left at"
1"It came off the awnings"
2"Her boots skidded on a"
3"She corrected, shoulder brushing brick,"
4"He was frightened."
5"They never did, and she'd"
6"He crossed against traffic."
7"A black cab lurched, horn"
8"She went round the bonnet,"
9"Her knees knew every one"
10"The suspect's name, according to"
11"She'd watched the Nest for"
12"Tonight, one of them had"
13"She'd take it."
14"A fire escape rattling in"
15"Quinn slowed at the entrance."
16"It had been June."
17"Fern patterns, delicate as lace."
18"She went into the alley."
19"She got a boot on"
ratio0.558
48.08% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences104
matches
0"By the time she blinked"
ratio0.01
89.95% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences54
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"A black cab lurched, horn blaring, and the driver leaned out to say something about Quinn's mother that got swallowed by the downpour."
1"Then the coroner's report that said cardiac event and explained nothing at all, and the fact she never told anyone about the frost."
2"Kids, or one of the Nest's regulars having fun with the copper who kept sitting in the corner nursing a lime and soda."
3"And underneath that, layered like the fly-posters, a hundred smells that didn't belong together: bay leaves, wet iron, burnt sugar, something floral and rotten."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags4
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags2
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences22
tagDensity0.091
leniency0.182
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
96.8764%