Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GQZADK4SJAQQNS25RFBYH4

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Duration:
6m 28s
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$0.081283
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Z.AI

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System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Horror genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)"> <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation> <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones> <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior> <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora> <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description> </location> <item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas"> <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor> <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial> <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size> <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior> <glow>faint inner glow</glow> <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</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 horror genre. A character is alone in a strange, isolated place at night. They came here for a reason, but something feels off from the moment they arrive. The wrongness builds slowly — sounds that shouldn't be there, things that move at the edge of vision, a growing certainty that they are not alone. Build tension through restraint, not through gore. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for the character and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The kissing gate at Pen Ponds had a padlocked chain wrapped round it, and someone had cut that padlock so long ago the ends had rusted smooth. Rory vaulted the rail beside it and landed badly, her ankle rolling on frost-hard ruts. She stood still until the pain flattened into a throb, then clicked her torch on and walked into Richmond Park. Eva's phone had died somewhere past the ponds. A blue dot on a map, frozen three nights ago at twenty past eleven. The police had taken a reference number and given her nothing back. "She's twenty-four, Miss Carter. Twenty-four-year-olds are allowed to go off grid." "Not Eva. She'd never." "You'd be surprised how often it sorts itself out." It hadn't sorted itself out. It had stopped. The tarmac track ran north between black stretches of bracken. Her breath fogged. Torchlight swung over frost-silvered grass, over pale birch trunks, over nothing that answered when she called Eva's name. Traffic shushed along the A308 behind her, fainter and fainter, and then the park closed over her head like water. The first wrong thing was the quiet. Richmond sat under the Heathrow flight path. A plane every ninety seconds, all night, every night. She knew that from two years of delivering takeaway across Twickenham, phone wedged against her ear, apologising over the roar. She stopped at the edge of the bracken and counted. Thirty. Sixty. Ninety. Nothing crossed the sky. Fine. Stacked flights, a lull, whatever. She moved on and made herself stop counting. The second wrong thing watched her from the long grass. Her torch caught eyes, low and green, six pairs. Deer. The park held six hundred of them, and after dark they bolted from people, white backsides bouncing away, every time, no exceptions. She'd once watched a hind clear a fence from a standstill. These deer stood in a line, ears pricked, and looked at her. Not at the torch. At her. She held the beam on them, counting seconds against her pulse. The nearest hind breathed without fogging. "Go on. Hop it." Nothing blinked. She walked on, and a hundred metres later she realised the bracken had never crackled behind her. Dry bracken, six deer, and not one sound of them leaving. The oaks began where the map promised more bracken. They stood in a rough ring, ancient trunks wide as family cars, bark pitted and whorled like standing stones dragged up from somewhere older than the park. A cart-wide gap opened between two of them on the south side. She counted nine oaks on the way through, and pressed her palm flat against the nearest trunk, which was warm. Nine oaks, and she had never once noticed them, in two years of cycling Priory Lane with someone's kung po cooling on her back. Inside the ring, the frost stopped. Not faded. Stopped, a clean line across the grass as if the cold had hit glass. Past it the turf grew thick and green and starred with wildflowers, white and violet, hundreds of them, nodding in November. The air was June-warm and smelled of honey and cut grass. Her breath stopped fogging halfway out of her mouth. Microclimate, she told herself, and heard how thin it sounded in her own head, a child insisting the wardrobe was only a wardrobe. The pendant warmed against her sternum. She drew it out. Silver chain, deep crimson stone the size of her thumbnail. It had arrived eight months ago in a padded envelope, no note, no return address, and she'd worn it since out of pure spite, because whoever sent it hadn't even had the manners to explain. It had never once been warm. Now it pulsed. A beat of heat against her fingers, faint and slow. Then again, quicker. She let it fall back against her chest and walked, and it kept time with her steps, then gained on them, beat by beat, like something counting down the distance for her. "Eva?" The grove ate her voice without an echo. Snow did that. Padded cells did that. "Ev? It's me. It's Rory." Dew dripped off the leaves somewhere. Drip. Drip. Slower than her heart, slower than the pendant. Then her footsteps grew a shadow. She stopped. Held her breath. Counted ten. Half a beat after hers, a second set of steps stopped. Soft-footed, on grass that gave no sound of its own. Three quick steps, halt. The second set copied, arriving late, learning her rhythm. The third time she stopped without warning, mid-stride, weight already forward. The second set stopped first. She turned a slow circle, torch up, and kept the arm steady by main force. Flowers. Oaks. Dark between the trunks where the beam died three metres out, and the dark was thicker than it had any right to be. Something pale slid through that dark, hip-high, gone before the light could find it. And the flowers had turned. She could have sworn they'd faced every which way when she came in, wind-tossed. Now every bloom in the grove aimed its face at her, the way sunflowers track the sun, hundreds of white and violet heads, patient, attentive. Her thumb found the crescent scar on her left wrist and pressed. The torch found Eva's phone in the flowers ahead, half buried, planted-looking. Cracked screen. Scuffed case. Eva's bus pass still tucked behind it, her daft grinning photo staring up through the petals. Rory crouched and pressed the button out of ritual. Dead. The metal was warm as a fresh mug. She dialled it anyway. From deep among the oaks, faint and clear, a ringtone sang out. Some pop song Eva had played forty times a shift. Then a second ringtone, half a second behind the first, ringing from the north while the first rang east, while the phone in her hand stayed dark in her palm. The ringing stopped mid-chorus. Her own phone buzzed. One new voicemail. From Eva, recorded three days ago, 23:52, half an hour after the blue dot stopped. Delivered now. Her lock screen said 03:12. She'd come over the gate at half eleven, and twenty minutes had passed, half an hour at most. The battery read 9%. It had been past half on the bus. She played the message. "Rory? Pick up, I know you're on shift. I'm in the park. I know how that sounds. Just listen, yeah?" Wind rushed the mic. Eva laughed, the nervous giggle she did when she wanted somebody to order her home. "There's a grove here. Oaks, massive ones, and I've never seen them, and I walk this park every bloody week. And there are flowers, Ry. It's November. They hum. Under the ground, like a choir warming up two rooms away, and it gets louder when I walk towards it, which I know, I know, don't say it." The wind dropped. Eva's voice came closer to the phone, smaller. "Something's calling me. It knows my name. Not Eva. The other one. The one Mum used to say I..." A click. End of message. Rory stood in the warm dark with the dead phone in one hand and the live one in the other. "What other name?" The humming started under her feet. Not from the ground, from under it, rising through her boot soles into her teeth, an old tune, all rise and fall, no words, no direction, everywhere at once. The pendant pulsed faster against her sternum, quicker than her own heart now, and she understood, cold to her fingertips, that it wasn't answering her. It was answering the humming. She turned for the gap in the oaks. There was no gap. She ran the torch around the ring, south side, where frost and tarmac and the whole sane world should be showing through. Boles. Dark. Hanging leaves in November, in London, and nine oaks where she counted nine, and eleven where she counted again, and nowhere any way out. She looked up for the moon, because her phone was a liar now. The moon had moved. Not drifted. Jumped, a fist's width across the sky, and fatter than it had been, days fatter. The pendant spiked hot. "Rory?" Eva's voice, from between two oaks where nothing stood. Eva sang her vowels, Cardiff-soft, always had. This had the tune of her and none of the warmth, the vowels ironed flat, learned from a recording. "I'm over here. It's so warm, Ry." Nobody had called her Ry since they were nine years old, since the greenhouse glass, since the scar. Nobody living knew that name but Eva. "You said you'd come get me." From the east now. From the north. No footsteps. No breath behind the words. Rory backed towards the centre of the grove, one slow step at a time, torch arm raised, and every flower head followed her, smooth and silent, a congregation tracking its preacher. The humming stopped. All of it. Between one heartbeat and the next, the choir, the dew, the last thread of the A308, gone. Silence with weight on it, silence like deep water. Warmth touched the back of her neck. Breath. It smelled of honey, and under the honey, of loam where something long had lain. "Malphora." Not Rory. Not Aurora. A name no one had ever called her, and it fitted anyway, somewhere behind her ribs, the way a key fits a lock it was cut for. The pendant flared. Crimson light flooded the grove, and the flowers all turned at once, and the clearing was full of people. Fifty or more, standing among the blooms without flattening a single stem, still as the oaks, pale and fine-boned and beautiful the way waxwork is beautiful, every face tilted towards her. Eva stood at their centre. Flowering ivy wound through her hair. Three days missing, and not one scratch on her, and her eyes were bright and empty as licked glass. Eva smiled, a fraction too wide, and pressed one finger to her lips. Behind her, without a sound, fifty figures took one step forward.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1675
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)
61.19% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1675
totalAiIsms13
found
0
word"throb"
count1
1
word"pulse"
count1
2
word"pulsed"
count2
3
word"echo"
count1
4
word"footsteps"
count2
5
word"weight"
count2
6
word"warmth"
count2
7
word"silence"
count2
highlights
0"throb"
1"pulse"
2"pulsed"
3"echo"
4"footsteps"
5"weight"
6"warmth"
7"silence"
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
narrationSentences155
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences155
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences169
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen57
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1675
ratio0
matches(empty)
93.75% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions8
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"Microclimate, she told herself, and heard how thin it sounded in her own head, a child insisting the wardrobe was only a…"
66.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions34
wordCount1527
uniqueNames16
maxNameDensity0.85
worstName"Eva"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Eva"
discoveredNames
Pen1
Ponds1
Richmond2
Park1
Eva13
Heathrow1
Twickenham1
Priory1
Lane1
November2
June-warm1
London1
Cardiff-soft1
Ry1
Rory5
Aurora1
persons
0"Ponds"
1"Eva"
2"Cardiff-soft"
3"Rory"
places
0"Pen"
1"Richmond"
2"Park"
3"Twickenham"
4"Priory"
5"Lane"
6"November"
7"London"
globalScore1
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences93
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1675
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences169
matches
0"knew that name"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs83
mean20.18
std16.55
cv0.82
sampleLengths
042
120
234
311
44
59
68
751
87
946
103
114
1214
1310
1443
1518
1617
174
1830
199
2059
2124
226
2357
2423
256
2655
2716
2832
291
3015
315
3216
336
347
3521
3613
3711
385
3940
4014
4144
4212
4332
4418
454
4652
474
4824
4935
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences155
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs240
matches
0"wasn't answering"
1"was answering"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences169
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1539
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"over frost-silvered grass,"
adverbCount39
adverbRatio0.025341130604288498
lyAdverbCount3
lyAdverbRatio0.001949317738791423
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences169
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences169
mean9.91
std8.71
cv0.879
sampleLengths
027
115
220
38
414
512
611
74
89
95
103
1110
123
1318
1420
157
167
179
1820
1910
201
211
221
234
241
255
268
2710
289
291
3022
3111
3212
334
342
3511
366
374
382
3917
4011
419
4227
4312
4420
4524
466
472
4814
4921
68.44% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.44970414201183434
totalSentences169
uniqueOpeners76
77.52% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences129
matches
0"Then again, quicker."
1"Then her footsteps grew a"
2"Then a second ringtone, half"
ratio0.023
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount32
totalSentences129
matches
0"She stood still until the"
1"It hadn't sorted itself out."
2"It had stopped."
3"Her breath fogged."
4"She knew that from two"
5"She stopped at the edge"
6"She moved on and made"
7"Her torch caught eyes, low"
8"She'd once watched a hind"
9"She held the beam on"
10"She walked on, and a"
11"They stood in a rough"
12"She counted nine oaks on"
13"Her breath stopped fogging halfway"
14"She drew it out."
15"It had arrived eight months"
16"It had never once been"
17"She let it fall back"
18"She turned a slow circle,"
19"She could have sworn they'd"
ratio0.248
100.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount91
totalSentences129
matches
0"The kissing gate at Pen"
1"Rory vaulted the rail beside"
2"She stood still until the"
3"Eva's phone had died somewhere"
4"A blue dot on a"
5"The police had taken a"
6"It hadn't sorted itself out."
7"It had stopped."
8"The tarmac track ran north"
9"Her breath fogged."
10"Torchlight swung over frost-silvered grass,"
11"Traffic shushed along the A308"
12"The first wrong thing was"
13"Richmond sat under the Heathrow"
14"A plane every ninety seconds,"
15"She knew that from two"
16"She stopped at the edge"
17"Nothing crossed the sky."
18"She moved on and made"
19"The second wrong thing watched"
ratio0.705
77.52% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences129
matches
0"Now it pulsed."
1"Now every bloom in the"
ratio0.016
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences64
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"Torchlight swung over frost-silvered grass, over pale birch trunks, over nothing that answered when she called Eva's name."
1"Soft-footed, on grass that gave no sound of its own."
2"Eva's bus pass still tucked behind it, her daft grinning photo staring up through the petals."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags0
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
94.6364%