Run: 2026-09-23-01M37NSHYKXHJ5MMBH4FXTAEKH

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1m 10s
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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4417" name="Tomás Herrera" aliases="Tommy, Tomás, Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Support"> <eyeColor>warm brown</eyeColor> <hair>short curly dark brown</hair> <height>5'10"</height> <age>29</age> <skinTone>olive skin</skinTone> <scar>scar running along his left forearm from a knife attack</scar> <medallion>Saint Christopher medallion around his neck</medallion> <birthplace>Seville, Spain</birthplace> <description>A former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique.</description> <backstory>Born in Seville, Spain. He moved to London to work for the NHS but lost his license after administering unauthorized treatments to supernatural patients.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the thriller genre. A detective is pursuing a suspect through rain-soaked city streets at night. The chase takes them from the street level down into an underground market. The detective must decide whether to follow the suspect into unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territory. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
Herrera took the railings on Kentish Town Road like a man who'd done it before. One hand on the top bar, a clean swing of the hips, trainers slapping down on the far side. Quinn hit the same railings two seconds later. Her left knee reported every one of her forty-one years. "Police! Stop!" He didn't. They never did. She landed badly, caught herself on a wheelie bin, and pushed off again. Water sheeted off the pavement in front of her, thin and black, bleeding orange where the streetlamps touched it. Her coat had given up somewhere around Camden Road. Rain ran down the back of her collar and pooled at the base of her spine. Forty metres ahead, Herrera's dark jacket flickered between parked cars. He ran with a bag clutched to his chest, a battered green paramedic's kit, the reflective strip long since picked off. He protected it the way other men protected their faces. A night bus hissed past. Its windows glowed with tired faces, a woman asleep against the glass, a lad in a hi-vis vest eating chips from paper. None of them looked out. Londoners never looked out. Herrera cut left. Quinn knew this stretch. A shuttered piano shop, then a Turkish grocer with crates of lemons stacked under a dripping awning, then an alley that ran behind the terraces and came out nowhere useful. A dead end, unless you knew better. He knew better. She'd bet her pension on it. She took the corner wide, hand on the wall, and her fingers came away gritty with wet brick dust. The alley swallowed the streetlight. Somewhere ahead, footsteps splashed and stopped. "Tomás." Nothing. A drainpipe gargled. A cat, or something with a cat's patience, watched her from the top of a wall. "I've got your van on camera outside the Raven's Nest. Tuesday, half past two in the morning." She walked forward, slow now, heel to toe. "You went in through the back. Carried a man out through the front. Three holes in his chest, according to the kebab shop owner across the road. Very observant fellow. Terrible insomnia." "He is a liar, that man. His doner is a crime also." The voice came from the dark ahead. Warm. Out of breath. Seville in the vowels, fifteen years of London in the consonants. "No hospital logged him. No morgue either," she said. "So where did he go?" "Home, Detective. He went home. Walking. On his own feet." A pause. "You should do the same." "That's not an answer." "It is the only good one I have." Her eyes adjusted. He stood at the far end of the alley, pressed against a steel gate set into the wall of a squat brick building. Oxblood tiles showed beneath the soot, glazed and cracked, the colour of old liver. She recognised the design. Every Londoner did, even if they never noticed it. Leslie Green's tiles. The Underground's old skin. South Kentish Town. Closed in 1924. Nobody had used it since. Nobody official. "Step away from the gate." "I cannot do that." "You lost your licence for this, didn't you? Whatever this is." She kept her hands visible, palms out. Not a threat. Not yet. "Unauthorised treatments. That's what the tribunal wrote. Very vague, for a tribunal. They usually love detail." Something shifted in his face. The light caught the Saint Christopher at his throat, a small silver coin swinging on a thin chain. "You have read my file." "I read everyone's file." "Then you read about your partner also." He said it softly. Not a jab. Worse. Pity. "DS Morris. I am sorry for that." The rain seemed to stop. It didn't, she could hear it drumming on the gate, but for a moment it stopped touching her. "What do you know about Morris?" "Enough to tell you to go home." He turned and rapped on the gate. Three knocks, a pause, two more. The gate opened inward. Quinn ran. She reached the threshold a heartbeat after him and slammed into an arm. It came out of the dark like a barrier on a level crossing, thick and immovable, and it smelled of wet leather and something older underneath. Earth. Turned graves. The arm belonged to a man who had to stoop under the lintel. Grey coat. Grey face. Eyes the pale, flat blue of skimmed milk. He looked at her the way a butcher looks at a carcass, calculating where the cuts go. Behind him, Herrera paused on a steep iron staircase that spiralled down into amber light. He held up a small white disc between two fingers. Carved bone, polished smooth, a hole drilled through its centre. The doorman nodded. Herrera looked back at Quinn once. "Please," he said. "Go home." Then he vanished down the spiral. "Token." The doorman's voice sounded like gravel being poured into a bucket. "Metropolitan Police. I'm pursuing a suspect." "Token." "Did you hear me? Police." "I heard." He didn't blink. She realised she hadn't seen him blink at all. "Plenty of police down there. Buying. Selling. Token." She could walk away. Radio it in. Get a warrant, a team, a dog unit, a van full of lads in stab vests who'd storm down those stairs and find nothing but rats and rotting timetables. She'd seen it before. She'd written the reports afterwards, with all the words that meant we don't know what happened. Three years ago, she'd written one about Morris. Her hand went to the inside pocket of her coat before she decided to move it. She carried it everywhere. She had never logged it. The coroner's officer had tipped Morris's effects onto a steel tray, wallet, keys, a half-eaten packet of Polos, and among them, a disc of bone the size of a two-pence coin. She'd palmed it without thinking. It had lived against her ribs ever since, a small cold secret that had warmed over the months until it felt like her own skin. She held it up. The doorman went still. Stiller than before, if that was possible. His milky eyes moved from the token to her face and back. "Where did you get this?" "Does it matter?" "This one's spoken for." He leaned close. The grave-smell thickened. "It knows its owner. It will know you are not him." "Then I suppose we'll find out." For a long moment he didn't move. Then he lowered the arm. "Your funeral, Detective," he said, and the words sounded less like a threat than a forecast. The staircase shuddered under her boots. Iron treads, worn concave by a century of feet, spiralled down around a central shaft where the lifts had once run. Cables still hung in the dark, thick as a man's wrist, swaying though there was no wind. Graffiti crawled up the walls in layers. Some of it was modern, tags in spray paint. Some of it was older. Much older. Symbols she didn't recognise, cut into the tiles with something sharp, the grooves filled in with a rust-brown that she chose not to examine. The air warmed as she descended. It stopped tasting of rain and started tasting of spice, of cinnamon and clove and burnt sugar, and beneath it, copper. Blood. Not fresh. Stored. Voices rose to meet her. Dozens. Hundreds. She reached the bottom and stepped out onto the old platform. The Veil Market sprawled along the length of the disused line like something spilled. Stalls crowded both platforms and filled the trench where the tracks had been, strung with fairy lights and paper lanterns and, in one case, what looked like a string of small glowing teeth. Awnings of patched canvas sagged overhead. A wooden bridge crossed the rail bed, its planks bowed under the weight of shoppers. And the shoppers. Most looked human. Most. A woman in a camel coat haggled over a jar of something black and writhing. Two teenagers in school blazers sniffed at a tray of powders, colours she had no names for. A tall figure in a hood bent over a table of watches, and when he turned his head, the lantern light slid across a face that had too many angles, as though someone had folded it wrong. A child's voice sang the price of dreams. Fresh dreams, fifty quid. Nightmares at half price, lovely and ripe. Quinn kept her hands at her sides. She kept her pace steady. Eighteen years of walking into rooms where nobody wanted her had taught her one rule above all others. Look like you belong, and people assume you do. She scanned the crowd. Dark curly hair. Green bag. There. Halfway along the northbound platform, Herrera stood at a stall hung with dried herbs and glass vials, deep in conversation with an old woman whose hands never stopped moving. He passed her a folded wad of notes. She passed him a small brown bottle. Quinn started towards him. She made it four stalls before the first head turned. A man selling maps glanced up, the same kind of old maps that lined the walls of Silas's bar in Soho, and his eyes caught on her coat. On her pocket. On the token she'd slipped back inside. He put down his quill. The woman beside him stopped talking mid-sentence. It spread outward like a ripple in a puddle. One stall, then the next, then the next. Conversations died. Hands froze over merchandise. The singing child fell silent. A hush rolled along the platform until the only sound left was the hiss of the lanterns and the slow drip of water from the tunnel roof. Every face in the Market turned towards her. Herrera turned last. The brown bottle slipped from his fingers and shattered on the tiles. "Hostia," he breathed. "What did you bring?" The old woman at his stall rose from her stool. She was tiny, bent almost double, but her voice carried the length of the station. "That token belongs to a dead man." "I'm aware," Quinn said. "No, girl. You're not." The old woman lifted one gnarled finger and pointed at her chest. "He sold it to us. Three years ago. Sold it, and everything that came with it. Paid in full." Something inside Quinn's coat grew hot. Then hotter. She pressed a hand to it and felt the disc pulse against her ribs like a second heart. "Sold what?" she said. "What did Morris sell?" The old woman smiled. She had very few teeth, and none of them looked like her own. "Himself. And now we've come to collect." The lanterns went out. In the dark, a hundred stools scraped back at once.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags13
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"He leaned close [close]"
dialogueSentences44
tagDensity0.295
leniency0.591
rawRatio0.077
effectiveRatio0.045
88.73% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1775
totalAiIsmAdverbs4
found
0
adverb"very"
count3
1
adverb"softly"
count1
highlights
0"very"
1"softly"
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)
77.46% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1775
totalAiIsms8
found
0
word"flickered"
count1
1
word"footsteps"
count1
2
word"calculating"
count1
3
word"grave"
count1
4
word"weight"
count1
5
word"scanned"
count1
6
word"shattered"
count1
7
word"pulse"
count1
highlights
0"flickered"
1"footsteps"
2"calculating"
3"grave"
4"weight"
5"scanned"
6"shattered"
7"pulse"
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
narrationSentences172
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences172
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"started to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences202
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen37
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1775
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions10
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
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wordCount1492
uniqueNames19
maxNameDensity0.54
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Herrera"
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Town2
Road2
Camden1
Herrera7
Turkish1
London1
Londoner1
Green2
Underground1
Saint1
Christopher1
Quinn8
Morris2
Polos1
Veil1
Market2
Silas1
Soho1
persons
0"Herrera"
1"Londoner"
2"Green"
3"Underground"
4"Saint"
5"Christopher"
6"Quinn"
7"Morris"
8"Market"
9"Silas"
places
0"Kentish"
1"Town"
2"Road"
3"Camden"
4"London"
5"Soho"
globalScore1
windowScore1
40.11% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences91
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"sounded like gravel being poured into a bu"
1"felt like her own skin"
2"looked like a string of small glowing tee"
3"looked like her own"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1775
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences202
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs89
mean19.94
std19.55
cv0.98
sampleLengths
015
137
22
35
457
541
636
73
841
99
1030
111
1220
1357
1412
1522
1614
1717
184
198
2060
2111
222
235
244
2539
2623
275
284
2923
3023
316
327
3313
344
352
3642
3742
3835
399
405
416
4212
436
441
455
4622
4756
488
4916
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences172
matches
0"being poured"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs241
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences202
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1499
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount39
adverbRatio0.02601734489659773
lyAdverbCount5
lyAdverbRatio0.00333555703802535
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences202
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences202
mean8.79
std7.45
cv0.848
sampleLengths
015
119
28
310
42
52
63
713
819
99
1016
1110
1221
1310
145
1522
165
174
183
194
2030
217
223
236
2419
255
266
271
281
293
3016
3125
3232
3312
347
351
363
3711
389
395
4012
415
424
438
443
4523
4614
474
489
493
74.42% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.48514851485148514
totalSentences202
uniqueOpeners98
93.24% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences143
matches
0"Somewhere ahead, footsteps splashed and"
1"Then he vanished down the"
2"Then he lowered the arm."
3"Dark curly hair."
ratio0.028
85.73% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount48
totalSentences143
matches
0"Her left knee reported every"
1"They never did."
2"She landed badly, caught herself"
3"Her coat had given up"
4"He ran with a bag"
5"He protected it the way"
6"Its windows glowed with tired"
7"He knew better."
8"She'd bet her pension on"
9"She took the corner wide,"
10"She walked forward, slow now,"
11"Her eyes adjusted."
12"He stood at the far"
13"She recognised the design."
14"She kept her hands visible,"
15"He said it softly"
16"It didn't, she could hear"
17"He turned and rapped on"
18"She reached the threshold a"
19"It came out of the"
ratio0.336
50.91% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount117
totalSentences143
matches
0"Herrera took the railings on"
1"Quinn hit the same railings"
2"Her left knee reported every"
3"They never did."
4"She landed badly, caught herself"
5"Water sheeted off the pavement"
6"Her coat had given up"
7"Rain ran down the back"
8"He ran with a bag"
9"He protected it the way"
10"A night bus hissed past."
11"Its windows glowed with tired"
12"None of them looked out."
13"Londoners never looked out."
14"Herrera cut left."
15"Quinn knew this stretch."
16"A shuttered piano shop, then"
17"A dead end, unless you"
18"He knew better."
19"She'd bet her pension on"
ratio0.818
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences143
matches(empty)
ratio0
75.47% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences53
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"Herrera took the railings on Kentish Town Road like a man who'd done it before."
1"A shuttered piano shop, then a Turkish grocer with crates of lemons stacked under a dripping awning, then an alley that ran behind the terraces and came out now…"
2"Behind him, Herrera paused on a steep iron staircase that spiralled down into amber light."
3"It had lived against her ribs ever since, a small cold secret that had warmed over the months until it felt like her own skin."
4"A man selling maps glanced up, the same kind of old maps that lined the walls of Silas's bar in Soho, and his eyes caught on her coat."
86.54% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags13
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"he said, and the words sounded less like a threat than a forecast"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags7
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"he breathed (breathe)"
dialogueSentences44
tagDensity0.159
leniency0.318
rawRatio0.143
effectiveRatio0.045
89.0874%