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Run: 2026-10-05-01M46BFBRZ7MTCJ3A5Y5B8MMQD
Run Details
Model:
GPT-6.1 Sol (Reasoning, Medium)
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Thriller: chase through city streets
Duration:
1m 41s
Cost:
$0.031339
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
97.77%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
93.30%
AI-ism word frequency
(details)
100.00%
Cliché density
(details)
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
(details)
100.00%
Filter word density
(details)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
(details)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
(details)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
(details)
54.32%
Name drop frequency
(details)
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
(details)
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
(details)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
(details)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
(details)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
50.11%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
45.66%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
51.32%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
89.7494%
Overall
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
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Quinn caught the back of
Herrera’s coat just as he cleared the railings, and the lining tore in her fist.
He dropped into the service
lane below.
Something pale struck the pavement
beside her boot. “Tomás Herrera. Stop.”
He looked up once, then
ran.
Quinn pocketed the fallen object
without examining it.
She swung a leg over
the railings and lowered herself until her shoes found the top of a wheelie bin. Its lid buckled.
She landed hard, caught the
wall, and pushed off after him. Rain slicked the paving stones.
Herrera’s trainers skidded at the
mouth of the lane, but he kept his balance and turned towards Camden High Street. “Police. Move.”
A couple beneath one umbrella
split apart. Quinn drove through the gap.
She had followed him from
the Raven’s Nest in Soho, where he had spent eleven minutes behind a bookshelf that opened into a room the building plans did not show.
He had left carrying a
grey medical bag.
A minicab had brought him
to Camden.
Quinn’s unmarked car had brought
her three vehicles behind him.
He had spotted her when
she stepped out. That bothered her. Most people glanced at the warrant card or the hand reaching beneath the jacket.
Herrera had looked at her
face. Then he had bolted.
His bag struck his hip
as he ran.
He kept one hand on
it, even when he clipped a bollard and stumbled. Whatever he carried mattered more than a broken wrist. Quinn shortened her stride at the corner. Eighteen years of chasing people had taught her what wet kerbs did to knees. Herrera had learned the same lesson somewhere.
He cut across the road
behind a bus, using its bulk to hide himself. A horn blared. Quinn slapped the bonnet of a braking car and passed close enough to smell hot rubber. On the far pavement, Herrera shoved through a group outside a fried chicken shop. “Careful. Hot oil.” The warning came back over his shoulder. A kitchen worker emerged with a metal drum, and Quinn twisted past it. Grease splashed her trouser leg. Herrera gained ten yards.
She touched the radio clipped
beneath her lapel. “Quinn. Foot pursuit, Camden High Street, heading north. Male, dark coat, grey medical bag. Herrera, Tomás. I need units at the next junction.” Static rasped against her ear. “Control, acknowledge.” Nothing. Ahead, Herrera slipped between a shuttered tattoo studio and a shop selling phone cases. Quinn followed him into a passage barely wide enough for her shoulders. A loose drainpipe rattled under her hand. The passage smelled of old cooking fat, wet brick and the sharp ammonia of urine. Behind the shops, security lamps picked out bins and fire escapes. Herrera stood at the far end beside a steel door. No handle. No sign.
He pressed something against a
small square set into the frame. The door clicked. “Leave it.” Quinn drew her baton. Herrera froze with his palm against the steel.
His breath came in short
bursts. Rain ran from his curls and dripped off his chin. “Detective. Put that away.” “Set the bag down. Hands where I can see them.” “There’s a girl downstairs whose heart has stopped twice.” “You can tell the custody sergeant.” “No. I can tell you. You’re the one standing here.”
He turned enough for her
to see the Saint Christopher medallion at his throat.
His coat sleeve had ridden
up, exposing the scar along his left forearm. Quinn advanced. “Your licence was revoked.” “Yes. And the girl’s heart has stopped twice. Both things can be true.” “You left a dead man behind the Raven’s Nest.” Herrera’s grip tightened on the bag. “He was alive when I left.” “He had no
pulse
.” “Then they reached him.” “Who?” A scraping sound came from behind the door. Herrera glanced towards it. “Don’t come down wearing that badge.” He slipped through the opening. Quinn lunged, but the door slammed before she reached him. Her baton struck steel. She pulled at the edge, searching for a grip. Nothing.
She stepped back and examined
the frame. Old brick enclosed it, though somebody had scrubbed the mortar around the lock. No keypad. No visible reader.
Just the square Herrera had
touched. Quinn pressed her radio again. “Control. I have him contained in a basement entrance off Camden High Street. Request immediate support.” The speaker hissed.
Then a man’s voice came
through. “Harlow?” She stopped breathing. Three years had stripped most of the sound from her memory. She could still recall Morris’s laugh, the way he cleared his throat before lying to a superior. This voice carried that same worn edge. “Harlow, don’t.” Quinn tore the earpiece free. Water slipped beneath her collar. She held the radio at arm’s length until its hiss faded. Someone had her frequency. Someone had recordings. That was the first explanation. She would work through the others when she had Herrera in cuffs. She pulled out the object she had scooped from the pavement. A small disc lay in her palm, cream-coloured and smooth around the rim. Not plastic. A tiny hole pierced its centre. Someone had cut shallow marks into one face. Bone. She took an evidence bag from her pocket, then paused. Herrera had used
something like it
. Quinn held the disc against the square. The lock clicked. She left the door shut. An unknown basement. No radio. No support. A suspect who knew her face, and someone inside who knew her dead partner’s voice. She took out her phone. One bar showed, then vanished. She typed her location and the words ENTERING BASEMENT. SEND UNITS, and pressed send. The message hung beneath a turning circle. Quinn wedged a flattened drinks can beneath the door, drew her torch and went in. Stairs dropped steeply between tiled walls. Old adverts clung to the ceramic in strips: a woman holding soap, half a cigarette packet, the pale outline of a missing station sign. Electrical cable ran along the ceiling in loops secured with butcher’s hooks. Below, voices overlapped. Glass chimed. A man laughed, stopped, then laughed again in
precisely
the same way. Quinn descended sideways, keeping the baton close to her thigh. Ten steps down, the steel door snapped shut. The crushed can slid down the stairs and struck her heel. She checked the door. It offered no lock on this side. From below came Herrera’s voice. “Stay on the stairs.” She swung her torch towards him. He stood beside an iron gate at the foot of the flight. He had opened his bag and pulled on blue gloves. “Come up.” “I can’t.” “You managed the other direction.” “I used my token. You used the spare from my coat. Now listen. Keep your name to yourself. Don’t accept anything. Don’t answer anyone who speaks from behind you.” Quinn descended another step. “Who used my radio?” Herrera looked at the device in her hand. “Switch it off.” “Who?” “Switch it off, Harlow.” She reached him in four strides and drove him against the tiles. The bag hit the floor. Glass clinked inside it. He raised both hands. She caught his wrist. “Hands behind your back.” “Check the bag first.” “You don’t give instructions.” “Clear ampoule. Blue stopper. If it breaks, the girl dies. Then arrest me.” Quinn held him against the wall and glanced through the open zip. Bandages, syringes, a blood-pressure cuff. Six narrow glass ampoules sat in a foam insert. One held a clear liquid that moved long after the bag settled. Beyond the gate, somebody cried out. Not a shout. A breath forced through clenched teeth. Herrera turned his head towards it. “Please.” Quinn released his wrist but kept herself between him and the stairs. “Pick it up. Slow.” He crouched and gathered the bag. She followed him through the gate. The platform beyond stretched beneath a vaulted ceiling, its far end lost behind stalls and hanging cloth. Rust stained the old cream tiles. Traders had laid planks across the tracks, making a second aisle below platform level. Bare bulbs hung beside red glass lanterns. A generator thumped somewhere beyond the crowd. Hot sugar reached her first, then incense, then the hospital smell of disinfectant. A butcher’s scale held a lump of dark meat that twitched with each beat of the generator. Beside it, a woman arranged tiny sealed bottles beneath a handwritten sign: UNLIVED YEARS. A stall farther down displayed wedding rings on a row of severed mannequin fingers. Quinn kept her torch pointed at the ground. Some of it had to be machinery. Props. A market serving people with money and appetites they could not take to ordinary shops. A man in a
velvet
waistcoat leaned across his counter. “First visit? I’ve got something for that limp.” Quinn walked past. “You’ll need the knee in a year. Buy now, save later.” Herrera moved faster. “The market changes sites at the full moon. The traders won’t leave addresses. Photographing faces gets you worse than nothing.” “You’ve got quite a briefing prepared.” “I used to bring people into A&E. Now I bring supplies here. I learned.” He led her beneath an arch where someone had painted VEIL MARKET in flaking gold letters. On the other side, the stalls thinned. A curtain of yellowing shower rings screened an alcove. Herrera pulled it aside. A girl lay on a narrow treatment couch. Seventeen, eighteen at most. Her boots hung over the end. An older woman held a pad of gauze against her chest, and dark blood had soaked through to the woman’s fingers. Herrera put his bag down. “How long?” “She stopped again.” “For how long?” “Counted to forty.” “Move your hand.” Quinn caught his shoulder. “We need an ambulance.” “We need you at the curtain.” The girl’s eyes opened. White filmed both pupils. Her mouth moved, but no sound came. Herrera cut through her shirt. Beneath it, three small punctures marked the skin over her sternum. Something shifted under the flesh between them. Quinn tightened her grip. “What did you put in her?” “Nothing yet.” He peeled the foam away from an ampoule. The older woman watched Quinn’s hand. “Take your warrant card off.” Quinn faced her. “Name.” The woman pressed her lips together. From the aisle came a soft metallic click. Then another. Herrera broke the ampoule’s neck. “Detective. Curtain.” Quinn stepped back and looked out. People had begun to close their stalls. No raised voices, no running. A trader folded a
silk
cloth over his bottles. The woman with the rings swept them into a drawer. Farther away, a man lifted a child from a stool and carried her into a recess. A clear path opened down the middle of the platform. At its far end stood a man in a grey suit. Quinn raised the torch. The beam caught his shoes, polished black. His trouser cuffs. His hands. He wore Morris’s
watch
. She knew the split in its steel bracelet. He had caught it on a custody desk and complained about it for six months. The man lifted his face. Quinn’s baton lowered an inch. Morris had gone into a lock-up in Bethnal Green with her three years ago. She had stayed beside the entrance while he checked the rear office. She had heard him call her name once. The room had no other exit. They had found his blood in the carpet, but no body. The man on the platform smiled with Morris’s mouth. “Harlow. You kept me waiting.” Behind her, the girl sucked in a breath. Herrera murmured instructions to the older woman. Quinn stayed in the opening. “Hands where I can see them.” Morris held them out. His palms carried deep rectangular cuts. “Still the same.” “Stay there.” “You came for the medic. I can give you better.” He reached inside his jacket. Quinn snapped the baton up. “Hand out. Now.” He withdrew a warrant card and let it fall open. DS MORRIS. The photograph showed the face beneath her torch. “Your lot have been feeding this place for years, Harlow. Evidence goes missing. Witnesses lose their memories. Doors open for the right officer.” Quinn shifted towards the nearest stall, putting its counter between them. “Who are you?” “Look at the card.” “I’m looking at your hands.” His smile slipped. Behind her, Herrera appeared at the curtain. “Don’t let him touch you.” Morris turned his head towards the medic. “You brought her through my door.” “I brought medicine.” “And a police officer. I’ll credit both.” Quinn reached for her radio. Its power light remained off. Morris’s voice came from the speaker. “Harlow, don’t.” She dropped it. The man crossed half the distance without taking a step. One instant he stood beneath the arch; the next, the torch showed the wet lapels of his suit six feet away. Quinn struck his forearm with the baton. Bone cracked. He caught her wrist with his other hand. Her torch fell. Its beam rolled across the platform and settled on the edge. Morris bent close. No breath touched her face. He slid a pair of handcuffs from beneath his jacket. One cuff already encircled his broken wrist. Quinn drove her knee into him. He did not move. The empty cuff opened. Herrera seized her coat and hauled backwards, but Morris held her arm straight. The cuff closed around her wrist with a single sharp click. Every shutter in the market slammed down. Under Quinn’s feet, something struck the platform from below.
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10/5/2026, 3:38:46 PM
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
0
97.77%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2239
totalAiIsmAdverbs
1
found
0
adverb
"precisely"
count
1
highlights
0
"precisely"
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)
93.30%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2239
totalAiIsms
3
found
0
word
"pulse"
count
1
1
word
"velvet"
count
1
2
word
"silk"
count
1
highlights
0
"pulse"
1
"velvet"
2
"silk"
100.00%
Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches
0
maxInWindow
0
found
(empty)
highlights
(empty)
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells
0
narrationSentences
235
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
1
hedgeCount
0
narrationSentences
235
filterMatches
0
"watch"
hedgeMatches
(empty)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
304
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
repeatedSegmentCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
30
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
2239
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
5
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
54.32%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
84
wordCount
1829
uniqueNames
14
maxNameDensity
1.91
worstName
"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity
3
worstWindowName
"Herrera"
discoveredNames
Herrera
25
Camden
2
High
1
Street
1
Raven
1
Nest
1
Soho
1
Quinn
35
Saint
1
Christopher
1
Morris
9
Bethnal
1
Green
1
One
4
persons
0
"Herrera"
1
"Quinn"
2
"Saint"
3
"Christopher"
4
"Morris"
places
0
"Camden"
1
"High"
2
"Street"
3
"Raven"
4
"Soho"
5
"Bethnal"
globalScore
0.543
windowScore
0.667
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
149
glossingSentenceCount
1
matches
0
"something like it"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
0
per1kWords
0
wordCount
2239
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
0
totalSentences
304
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
213
mean
10.51
std
10.56
cv
1.005
sampleLengths
0
20
1
15
2
3
3
6
4
42
5
25
6
2
7
12
8
55
9
8
10
23
11
4
12
31
13
21
14
21
15
19
16
14
17
3
18
25
19
4
20
8
21
23
22
5
23
2
24
1
25
26
26
43
27
4
28
11
29
3
30
2
31
4
32
24
33
4
34
10
35
9
36
6
37
10
38
27
39
2
40
4
41
13
42
9
43
6
44
6
45
4
46
4
47
1
48
8
49
4
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
0
totalSentences
235
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
318
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
1
flaggedSentences
1
totalSentences
304
ratio
0.003
matches
0
"One instant he stood beneath the arch; the next, the torch showed the wet lapels of his suit six feet away."
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1832
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
39
adverbRatio
0.0212882096069869
lyAdverbCount
3
lyAdverbRatio
0.0016375545851528383
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
304
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
304
mean
7.37
std
4.87
cv
0.661
sampleLengths
0
20
1
7
2
8
3
3
4
6
5
8
6
20
7
3
8
11
9
5
10
20
11
2
12
7
13
5
14
30
15
8
16
7
17
10
18
8
19
3
20
14
21
6
22
4
23
8
24
14
25
9
26
7
27
14
28
7
29
14
30
3
31
16
32
14
33
3
34
7
35
13
36
5
37
4
38
8
39
23
40
5
41
2
42
1
43
14
44
12
45
7
46
15
47
11
48
10
49
2
50.11%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
11
diversityRatio
0.3223684210526316
totalSentences
304
uniqueOpeners
98
45.66%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
3
totalSentences
219
matches
0
"Then he had bolted."
1
"Just the square Herrera had"
2
"Then a man’s voice came"
ratio
0.014
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
61
totalSentences
219
matches
0
"He dropped into the service"
1
"He looked up once, then"
2
"She swung a leg over"
3
"Its lid buckled."
4
"She landed hard, caught the"
5
"She had followed him from"
6
"He had left carrying a"
7
"He had spotted her when"
8
"His bag struck his hip"
9
"He kept one hand on"
10
"He cut across the road"
11
"She touched the radio clipped"
12
"He pressed something against a"
13
"His breath came in short"
14
"He turned enough for her"
15
"His coat sleeve had ridden"
16
"He slipped through the opening."
17
"Her baton struck steel."
18
"She pulled at the edge,"
19
"She stepped back and examined"
ratio
0.279
51.32%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
179
totalSentences
219
matches
0
"Quinn caught the back of"
1
"He dropped into the service"
2
"Something pale struck the pavement"
3
"He looked up once, then"
4
"Quinn pocketed the fallen object"
5
"She swung a leg over"
6
"Its lid buckled."
7
"She landed hard, caught the"
8
"Rain slicked the paving stones."
9
"Herrera’s trainers skidded at the"
10
"A couple beneath one umbrella"
11
"Quinn drove through the gap."
12
"She had followed him from"
13
"He had left carrying a"
14
"A minicab had brought him"
15
"Quinn’s unmarked car had brought"
16
"He had spotted her when"
17
"That bothered her."
18
"Herrera had looked at her"
19
"His bag struck his hip"
ratio
0.817
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
0
totalSentences
219
matches
(empty)
ratio
0
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
71
technicalSentenceCount
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
0
uselessAdditionCount
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
0
89.7494%