Run: 2026-09-23-01M36T3PG9X600K6ATT8RBY55D

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Duration:
1m 12s
Cost:
$0.001143
Provider:
Xiaomi

Model input

System
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 rain hammered Harlow Quinn's face as the suspect rounded the corner onto Camden High Street, hood pulled tight, boots skidding on the wet tarmac. She'd lost him twice tonight, once outside The Raven's Nest and again at the canal bridge where the green neon of Silas' bar had reflected off the black water like a warning. Not this time. She pressed her shoulder into the turn, her leather watch scraping brick as she steadied herself against the wall. Eighteen years on the force and her body still remembered the geometry of pursuit: stride length, sight lines, the rhythm of a man running scared. This one ran scared but smart. He cut through the alley behind the market stalls, threading between shuttered vendors with the ease of someone who'd done it before. Quinn narrowed her eyes against the downpour. The slick streets of Camden had emptied an hour ago, leaving her with nothing but the drum of rain on concrete and the wet slap of his trainers somewhere ahead. She drew her torch and swept it across the alley. A cat bolted from behind a bin. No suspect. "Metropolitan Police!" She shouted into the dark. "Stop where you are!" Nothing but the hiss of water draining through a grate. She moved forward, checking left, checking right, every instinct firing. The alley opened onto a wide street lined with shutters pulled down against the night. Her breath came in sharp bursts, steaming in the cold. She checked her watch. 11:47. Whatever this man was selling to her suspects, she needed him alive and talking. A flicker of movement beneath the Camden Town sign. She broke into a run. He ducked into the entrance of the old Northern Line station, the one that had been sealed off after the redevelopment plans collapsed. The tiled archway gaped like a mouth, rusted railings flanking a staircase that descended into blackness. Quinn reached the entrance in four strides and paused. The smell hit her first: damp concrete, something metallic underneath, and beneath that, a sweetness like burnt sugar. She clicked on her torch. The staircase spiralled down past graffiti-tagged walls into a corridor of flaking cream tiles. Water trickled along the base of the wall in a thin, deliberate stream, as if the building were bleeding. She descended slowly, one hand on the railing, her service pistol drawn but held low. The light played across old Underground signage, half of it scraped away by scavengers and the rest untouched by time. Somewhere below, a door closed. Quinn stopped. Her boots echoed against the tiled floor. The corridor curved left and she followed it, torch beam cutting through the dark. She passed an old platform sign: Camden Town, next stop nowhere. The joke felt less funny underground. The corridor widened. She heard it before she saw it: voices, dozens of them, rising and falling in a low murmur like the tide. A thread of amber light bled from beneath a heavy steel door at the end of the passage. The door stood ajar, just wide enough for a man in a hurry. She slid her pistol into its holster. Whatever lay behind that door, she'd walk in with the calm authority of a woman who'd stared down worse than a dark room. The handle was cold and greasy under her palm. Beyond the threshold, the abandoned platform stretched out into a vast space transformed beyond recognition. Wooden stalls lined both sides of the old tracks, strung with bare bulbs that cast everything in jaundiced yellow. Merchants had set up shop on the very rails where commuters once stood waiting. One woman sold glass bottles filled with a liquid that moved against gravity. Another spread objects across a velvet cloth, each one wrapped in wax paper and tied with black string. A man behind a counter carved symbols into bone with a blade that shimmered like oil on water. The crowd was a mix of everything and nothing: hooded figures, women in expensive coats who had no business in a derelict Tube station, a tall creature in a long coat whose face Quinn couldn't quite focus on no matter how hard she looked. The air thickened with the smell of incense and something organic, something alive. The Veil Market. She'd heard rumours, of course. Her colleagues dismissed them as urban legend, the kind of stories that surfaced in reports from paranoid informants and drug-addled witnesses. But standing on the cracked platform, watching a man pay for a vial of shimmering dust with a tooth the size of a thumb, Quinn understood that urban legend was a term used by people who hadn't gone far enough underground. The suspect had vanished into the crowd. She stepped through the door and immediately felt the shift. The voices quieted for a beat, a dozen pairs of eyes landing on her like the click of a hundred safeties. She kept her spine straight and moved forward, scanning faces, scanning stalls, scanning the gaps between bodies where her suspect might slip through. "Excuse me." A vendor at a stall of tarnished silverware held up a hand. "Entry's by token." Quinn showed her badge. The vendor didn't flinch. He looked at it the way a man might look at a foreign coin, unimpressed and mildly curious. "Bone token. That's the rule. Brass doesn't spend here." "I'm not buying anything." "Then you're stealing someone's oxygen." He smiled, revealing teeth filed to points. "And oxygen's expensive tonight." She pressed forward, weaving between stalls. A woman sold jars of preserved insects that clicked against the glass. A man offered reading from a cracked mirror, his eyes milky white and unfocused. Somewhere ahead, she caught the flash of a grey hood. Quinn quickened her pace. "Oi." A hand closed around her wrist. She looked down at a young man with olive skin and a scar running along his left forearm, partially hidden by rolled sleeves. A Saint Christopher medallion hung from his neck, the chain damp with rain. His grip was firm but careful. "Not a place for police, detective." Tomás Herrera kept his voice low, his accent curling around the words like smoke. "Come back in daylight if you want answers. Night time, you'll find trouble that doesn't need a warrant." She pulled her wrist free. "You know who I am." "Everyone in this room knows who you are." He glanced over her shoulder. "You're the one looking for DS Morris' killer. The one who doesn't sleep." The mention of Morris landed like a punch she hadn't braced for. Three years since his death, three years of files she'd memorised and re-opened, three years of a mystery that refused to resolve in the fluorescent hum of an incident room. The memory hit her in the gap between one heartbeat and the next, and Herrera saw it. His hand hovered near her arm, not quite touching. "Walk away now, detective. Before someone walks you out." "I've got a suspect in here." "Half the people in here are suspects for something." He leaned closer. "But none of them are answers to your questions. Not tonight." Quinn stared at him for three long seconds, rain still dripping from her hair onto the tiled floor. The crowd had resumed its murmur, the amber light pooling and shifting across faces she couldn't place. The grey hood she'd been tracking was gone, swallowed by the space between stalls or by one of the tunnel exits she hadn't spotted yet. She could follow. Or she could stay. Herrera held her gaze, his hand now resting on the edge of a stall, fingers drumming a slow rhythm against the wood. Somewhere in the market, a stall collapsed with a crash of splintering timber and shattering glass. Screams erupted, sharp and immediate. The crowd surged left, a wave of bodies pressing against her from both sides. Quinn threw her shoulder into the tide, fighting forward toward the sound, toward the hooded figure she caught a glimpse of climbing the rusted service ladder on the far wall, hauling himself up toward a manhole she hadn't seen. "Stop!" She shoved past a vendor who dropped an armful of wrapped parcels, each one glowing faintly as it hit the ground. "Police, get out of the way!" The figure's boot slipped on the ladder. He looked down at her, rain dripping from his hood, and Quinn recognised the face from her case file: the same narrow jaw, the same cold eyes she'd studied for weeks. Her suspect, twenty metres away and climbing. He kicked a rung loose and kept going. Quinn planted her foot on the bottom of the ladder and pulled herself up. The metal groaned under her weight, slick with moisture. Below her, the market churned and swirled, the amber light flickering as if something had disturbed it. Herrera's voice cut through the chaos from somewhere at ground level. "Quinn, don't! The street up there doesn't belong to you!" Her fingers found the manhole cover above. The rain hammered against it in a steady, insistent rhythm, and on the other side, boots ran across wet concrete. She braced her shoulder against the iron and pushed.
created_at"2026-09-23T09:38:51.542Z" 9/23/2026, 9:38:51 AM
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags9
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"A hand closed around [around]"
dialogueSentences21
tagDensity0.429
leniency0.857
rawRatio0.111
effectiveRatio0.095
93.46% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1528
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
1
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
1"very"
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)
64.01% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1528
totalAiIsms11
found
0
word"flicker"
count1
1
word"echoed"
count1
2
word"velvet"
count1
3
word"shimmered"
count1
4
word"scanning"
count3
5
word"quickened"
count1
6
word"resolve"
count1
7
word"weight"
count1
8
word"churned"
count1
highlights
0"flicker"
1"echoed"
2"velvet"
3"shimmered"
4"scanning"
5"quickened"
6"resolve"
7"weight"
8"churned"
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
narrationSentences104
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences104
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences117
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen44
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1528
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions2
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions36
wordCount1381
uniqueNames18
maxNameDensity0.87
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Harlow1
Quinn12
Camden4
High1
Street1
Raven1
Nest1
Town2
Northern1
Line1
Underground1
Tube1
Veil1
Market1
Saint1
Christopher1
Herrera4
Morris1
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Saint"
3"Christopher"
4"Herrera"
5"Morris"
places
0"Camden"
1"High"
2"Street"
3"Raven"
4"Town"
globalScore1
windowScore1
89.76% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences83
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"quite focus on no matter how hard she looked"
1"not quite touching"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1528
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences117
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs45
mean33.96
std24.64
cv0.726
sampleLengths
060
172
256
311
410
554
614
766
85
968
105
1140
1255
1330
149
1597
1657
1770
187
1954
2017
214
2231
234
2416
2542
264
2749
2838
2910
3026
3159
3218
336
3423
3560
367
3722
3874
3928
4045
418
4251
4310
4436
98.52% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences104
matches
0"been sealed"
1"was gone"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs229
matches
0"was selling"
1"were bleeding"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences117
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount492
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount12
adverbRatio0.024390243902439025
lyAdverbCount1
lyAdverbRatio0.0020325203252032522
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences117
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences117
mean13.06
std8.44
cv0.646
sampleLengths
025
132
23
319
425
56
622
77
830
910
107
112
127
134
1410
1510
1615
1710
184
191
2014
219
225
2323
2416
259
2618
275
2814
2919
3015
3120
325
332
347
3514
3611
376
383
3921
4018
4113
427
4323
449
4515
4619
4714
4813
4918
54.60% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats5
diversityRatio0.35344827586206895
totalSentences116
uniqueOpeners41
99.01% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences101
matches
0"Somewhere below, a door closed."
1"Somewhere ahead, she caught the"
2"Somewhere in the market, a"
ratio0.03
77.43% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount36
totalSentences101
matches
0"She'd lost him twice tonight,"
1"She pressed her shoulder into"
2"He cut through the alley"
3"She drew her torch and"
4"She shouted into the dark"
5"She moved forward, checking left,"
6"Her breath came in sharp"
7"She checked her watch."
8"She broke into a run."
9"He ducked into the entrance"
10"She clicked on her torch."
11"She descended slowly, one hand"
12"Her boots echoed against the"
13"She passed an old platform"
14"She heard it before she"
15"She slid her pistol into"
16"She'd heard rumours, of course."
17"Her colleagues dismissed them as"
18"She stepped through the door"
19"She kept her spine straight"
ratio0.356
24.36% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount88
totalSentences101
matches
0"The rain hammered Harlow Quinn's"
1"She'd lost him twice tonight,"
2"She pressed her shoulder into"
3"This one ran scared but"
4"He cut through the alley"
5"Quinn narrowed her eyes against"
6"The slick streets of Camden"
7"She drew her torch and"
8"A cat bolted from behind"
9"She shouted into the dark"
10"Nothing but the hiss of"
11"She moved forward, checking left,"
12"The alley opened onto a"
13"Her breath came in sharp"
14"She checked her watch."
15"Whatever this man was selling"
16"A flicker of movement beneath"
17"She broke into a run."
18"He ducked into the entrance"
19"The tiled archway gaped like"
ratio0.871
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences101
matches(empty)
ratio0
19.70% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences58
technicalSentenceCount10
matches
0"He cut through the alley behind the market stalls, threading between shuttered vendors with the ease of someone who'd done it before."
1"The tiled archway gaped like a mouth, rusted railings flanking a staircase that descended into blackness."
2"Water trickled along the base of the wall in a thin, deliberate stream, as if the building were bleeding."
3"Whatever lay behind that door, she'd walk in with the calm authority of a woman who'd stared down worse than a dark room."
4"Wooden stalls lined both sides of the old tracks, strung with bare bulbs that cast everything in jaundiced yellow."
5"The crowd was a mix of everything and nothing: hooded figures, women in expensive coats who had no business in a derelict Tube station, a tall creature in a lon…"
6"Her colleagues dismissed them as urban legend, the kind of stories that surfaced in reports from paranoid informants and drug-addled witnesses."
7"But standing on the cracked platform, watching a man pay for a vial of shimmering dust with a tooth the size of a thumb, Quinn understood that urban legend was …"
8"Three years since his death, three years of files she'd memorised and re-opened, three years of a mystery that refused to resolve in the fluorescent hum of an i…"
9"Below her, the market churned and swirled, the amber light flickering as if something had disturbed it."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags9
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags1
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"She shouted (shout)"
dialogueSentences21
tagDensity0.048
leniency0.095
rawRatio1
effectiveRatio0.095
87.3610%