Run: 2026-09-23-01M37HYM798V1AQJ1GE6AECT56

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Duration:
43.7s
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$0.024482
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OpenAI

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 man in the grey coat shoved a cyclist into Quinn’s path. She caught the handlebars before the front wheel folded beneath the rider. A taxi horn blared. The man vaulted the kerb across the road and vanished behind a bus. “Police. Stay there.” The cyclist had blood on his chin but remained upright. Quinn left him with his bike and ran into traffic. Rain had slicked the road into a black mirror. Brake lights smeared beneath her shoes as she crossed. The bus pulled away, exposing an empty pavement and the mouth of a side street. She caught a flash of grey at the far end. Her radio crackled against her shoulder. “Control, Quinn. Suspect heading north off Charing Cross Road. Grey coat, black satchel. I need units towards Camden.” “Confirm the offence?” Quinn took the corner hard enough to strike the wall with her palm. “Assault. Possible connection to the Bell Street death.” The man glanced back. Young, narrow face, blood at his collar. Not his blood, if the photograph from Bell Street meant anything. The dead woman had carried a strip of paper in her mouth with an address written in ink. Quinn had followed it to The Raven’s Nest, a Soho bar with a green neon sign. Its walls carried old maps and black-and-white photographs. The man had walked out through the side door before she could reach him. He cut across a delivery yard. Quinn followed, splashing through a puddle that filled her shoe. Glass crunched underfoot. At the yard’s far end, he slipped through a gap between two steel gates. Quinn turned sideways and pushed through. Her coat snagged on a bolt. She tore it free. A motorbike came at her out of the lane beyond. She jumped back. Its mirror clipped her sleeve, and the rider swore as he sped past. The man in grey had already reached the next junction. He grabbed the rear rail of a passing lorry, rode it for six metres, then dropped and rolled beneath the awning of a closed pharmacy. That cost Quinn ground. It also told her something. He knew where he was going. Her phone buzzed. She checked it while running. A message from an unknown number showed a photograph of her leaving the Nest, taken from across the road. GO HOME, DETECTIVE. She deleted nothing. Evidence, if she lived long enough to hand it over. The man crossed into a stream of people outside a late-night food shop. Quinn slowed just enough to see over their heads. Steam rolled from the shop’s open door, rich with frying onions. Two men argued over a dropped kebab. Beyond them, the grey coat turned at a bus stop. She drove through the crowd. “Move. Police.” A hand caught her wrist. Tomás Herrera stood beside a stack of plastic crates under the shop awning. Rain ran down his short dark curls. He held a packet of sterile gauze in his other hand. “Not that way,” he said. Quinn pulled free. The old knife scar along his left forearm shone pale where his sleeve had ridden up. His Saint Christopher medallion rested against his throat. “Then you know where he’s going.” “I know where that bus stops.” “Save it for an interview.” She stepped off the kerb. Herrera came with her. “His coat pocket. Did you see what he took out?” “Get back.” “Bone token. Small, with a hole through it.” Quinn scanned the street. The man had boarded the bus. Its doors closed as she reached the rear wheel. She slapped the side. The driver stared ahead and pulled into traffic. Herrera touched her elbow. She rounded on him, and he raised both hands. “He’s headed for the old station under Camden.” “Which one?” “The one you won’t find on a map.” Quinn looked at the bus number and committed it to memory. Herrera’s expression tightened when he saw her reach for the radio. “Tell your people to stay above ground.” “Give me one reason.” “The entrance takes payment. Anyone who walks through without a token pays in another way.” Quinn stared at him. He stared back, warm brown eyes steady above a mouth set firm. “Come in and explain that.” Herrera shook his head. “Then keep out of my way.” She ran for her car. Traffic stalled twice on the drive north. Each time Quinn pictured the man stepping off the bus and disappearing. She sent his description to Control, requested the bus route and pushed for officers at the Camden stops. No one reported a sighting. At a red light, she examined the photograph on her phone. Whoever took it had stood beside the Nest’s entrance. In the glass behind her own image, she could make out Herrera near the bar, speaking to someone hidden by a shelf of bottles. She zoomed in until the image broke into squares. No face. Only a hand against the glass, two fingers held apart. Her radio hissed. “Quinn, unit at the Camden Road stop. Bus arrived. Driver says a male matching your description got off by the old goods entrance. Officers searching.” “Tell them not to go underground.” A pause. “Understood. Is there a hazard?” Quinn gripped the wheel. “Unstable structure.” That much, at least, she could believe. She found the bus stop empty. Beyond it stood a row of shuttered shops and a brick wall streaked with old soot. A narrow service road led behind the buildings. Quinn parked across its mouth, killed the engine and listened. Water drummed on metal. Somewhere farther in, a door struck its frame once, then again. Two uniformed officers emerged from beneath a railway arch. One held a torch. The other had drawn his baton. “Nothing in the shops,” the first said. “There’s a gate round the back. Padlock’s open.” “Stay here. Watch the road.” “Ma’am, we can come with you.” “Stay here.” She left them at the arch. The service road sloped between warehouses. Rainwater ran down its centre, carrying cigarette ends and scraps of paper towards a drain. Ahead, a gate hung open by a hand’s width. Beyond it, concrete steps descended under a peeling sign: NO PUBLIC ACCESS. A spot of fresh blood marked the top step. Quinn drew her torch and went down. The stairwell held the smell of wet plaster. At the bottom, a steel door stood ajar. A length of black thread had caught on its hinge. She touched it with her glove. Wool, from the suspect’s satchel strap. She pushed the door with her foot. Voices drifted down a tiled passage. Too many to count. Crockery clinked; someone laughed. Quinn kept close to the wall, moving past posters that advertised journeys to places the trains no longer served. A faded arrow pointed towards the platforms. The voices sharpened. So did the smells. Hot oil, damp wool, something sweet enough to coat her tongue. At the passage’s end, a barred turnstile blocked her path. The man in grey stood on the other side. He had stopped running. He lifted a small white disc to a slot in the wall. The turnstile clicked. He passed through and turned to face her. “You should have listened to the doctor.” “Open it.” “He isn’t a doctor any more.” Quinn moved closer. The disc in his hand looked like a button cut from bone. His black satchel bulged against his hip. “What’s in the bag?” He held her gaze. His cheek twitched once. “Something they’ll kill to get back.” “Then hand it over.” “Get me out first.” He backed towards a curtain hung across the platform entrance. Quinn heard footsteps behind it, unhurried, several pairs. She lowered her voice. “Come back through. I’ve got officers above us.” The man looked over his shoulder. His fingers tightened around the token. A hand pushed through the curtain and seized the back of his coat. He cried out. The satchel hit the tiles. Quinn lunged for the turnstile and slammed against its bars. It would not move. The man clawed at the floor as someone dragged him by the collar. His token skittered through the gap beneath the barrier and struck Quinn’s shoe. “Help me!” Quinn snatched up the disc. A dark mark stained one edge. She pressed it to the slot. Nothing. Behind the curtain, the man’s cry broke off. His shoes scraped across the tiles and vanished from view. Quinn turned the disc over. A pin-sized hole pierced its centre. She pushed it onto the metal spike beside the slot. The turnstile released. She slipped through, scooped up the satchel and drew her warrant card. The curtain stirred, though no one came out. “Metropolitan Police,” she called. “Bring him back.” Laughter rippled through the space beyond. She pulled the curtain aside with the tip of her torch. An abandoned Tube platform stretched away beneath a ceiling crowded with cables. Stalls filled both sides of the old tracks. Glass cases held rings that moved against their velvet linings. A woman in a red apron weighed a jar of teeth on a brass scale. Near a dead signal lamp, a child-sized figure in a hood pressed its face against a tank of black water. People stopped speaking as Quinn entered. Some watched her warrant card. Others watched the satchel. A narrow track ran down the centre of the market, lit by bulbs strung between pillars. At its far end, two figures hauled the man in grey through a service door. His heels left wet streaks on the floor. Quinn started after them. A voice rose at her shoulder. “Detective Quinn. You’ve brought a police radio into the Veil Market.” Herrera stepped from behind a stall piled with folded cloth. He carried a medical case now. Blood marked the cuff of his jacket. Quinn kept the service door in sight. “You followed me.” “I came by another entrance. Put the radio away.” “You can tell that to the officers upstairs.” “Your officers can’t hear you down here. That radio announces your position to everyone else.” She reached for the set on her shoulder. Static spat from it, then a man’s voice said her name. “Morris, this is Quinn. Can you hear me?” Herrera’s hand closed around her wrist. The voice came again, patient and clear. “Harlow. I’m on the platform.” Quinn stopped. Morris had died three years ago. She had heard the hospital consultant say it, and she had helped carry his coffin. Yet the voice from the radio had his flat northern vowels, down to the way he put the weight on her first name. Herrera slid the radio from her shoulder and switched it off. Across the platform, every bulb went dark except the one above the service door. The man in grey screamed. The door bucked once against its frame. Herrera opened his medical case and pulled out a narrow glass ampoule. “Take the satchel upstairs,” he said. “Leave the man.” Quinn opened the satchel. Inside lay a blood-smeared evidence bag, sealed with a Metropolitan Police label. She read the case number. Morris’s case number. The service door burst open. Something wearing Morris’s face stepped onto the platform and called her name.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags3
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences49
tagDensity0.061
leniency0.122
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1861
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
86.57% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1861
totalAiIsms5
found
0
word"scanned"
count1
1
word"structure"
count1
2
word"footsteps"
count1
3
word"velvet"
count1
4
word"weight"
count1
highlights
0"scanned"
1"structure"
2"footsteps"
3"velvet"
4"weight"
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
narrationSentences189
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences189
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences234
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen25
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1861
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions13
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
59.97% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
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wordCount1555
uniqueNames16
maxNameDensity1.8
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
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Bell1
Street1
Raven1
Nest3
Soho1
Herrera10
Saint1
Christopher1
Control1
Camden1
Laughter1
Tube1
Metropolitan1
Police1
Morris3
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Nest"
2"Herrera"
3"Saint"
4"Christopher"
5"Laughter"
6"Police"
7"Morris"
places
0"Bell"
1"Street"
2"Raven"
3"Soho"
globalScore0.6
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences130
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"looked like a button cut from bone"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1861
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences234
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs125
mean14.89
std14.15
cv0.951
sampleLengths
012
129
23
320
443
56
618
73
813
98
1078
1133
1216
1310
1451
1515
1627
173
1813
1950
205
212
225
2331
245
2527
266
276
285
299
3010
312
328
3319
3412
3513
368
372
388
3922
407
414
4215
4316
445
454
466
475
4842
4944
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences189
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs268
matches
0"was going"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount1
flaggedSentences1
totalSentences234
ratio0.004
matches
0"Crockery clinked; someone laughed."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1561
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount34
adverbRatio0.021780909673286355
lyAdverbCount1
lyAdverbRatio0.0006406149903907751
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences234
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences234
mean7.95
std4.48
cv0.563
sampleLengths
012
112
24
313
43
510
610
79
89
915
1010
116
1218
133
1413
158
164
177
1811
1918
2016
218
2214
236
2410
253
2614
276
286
294
3010
313
3213
3310
3425
354
365
376
383
395
4019
413
423
4310
4413
459
4611
477
4810
495
60.40% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats2
diversityRatio0.36752136752136755
totalSentences234
uniqueOpeners86
54.95% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences182
matches
0"Only a hand against the"
1"Somewhere farther in, a door"
2"Too many to count."
ratio0.016
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount53
totalSentences182
matches
0"She caught the handlebars before"
1"She caught a flash of"
2"Her radio crackled against her"
3"Its walls carried old maps"
4"He cut across a delivery"
5"Her coat snagged on a"
6"She tore it free."
7"She jumped back."
8"Its mirror clipped her sleeve,"
9"He grabbed the rear rail"
10"It also told her something."
11"He knew where he was"
12"Her phone buzzed."
13"She checked it while running."
14"She deleted nothing."
15"She drove through the crowd."
16"He held a packet of"
17"His Saint Christopher medallion rested"
18"She stepped off the kerb."
19"Its doors closed as she"
ratio0.291
39.67% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount153
totalSentences182
matches
0"The man in the grey"
1"She caught the handlebars before"
2"A taxi horn blared."
3"The man vaulted the kerb"
4"The cyclist had blood on"
5"Quinn left him with his"
6"Rain had slicked the road"
7"The bus pulled away, exposing"
8"She caught a flash of"
9"Her radio crackled against her"
10"Quinn took the corner hard"
11"The man glanced back."
12"The dead woman had carried"
13"Quinn had followed it to"
14"Its walls carried old maps"
15"The man had walked out"
16"He cut across a delivery"
17"Quinn followed, splashing through a"
18"Glass crunched underfoot."
19"Quinn turned sideways and pushed"
ratio0.841
27.47% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences182
matches
0"Whoever took it had stood"
ratio0.005
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences70
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"Glass cases held rings that moved against their velvet linings."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags3
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags3
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences49
tagDensity0.061
leniency0.122
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
90.9674%