Run: 2026-10-13-01M4TB2C1YVEGFEV8R9ZVJR2XH

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55.6s
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$0.071013
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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
Quinn hit the kerb at a sprint and the suspect threw a market crate into her path. Crates split. Oranges rolled across Greek Street and burst under a taxi tyre. Quinn jumped the wreckage, landed on her left foot, and felt her ankle roll. Pain shot up her shin. She kept running. "Police. Move." People scattered. A man in a soaked suit pressed himself against a doorway. A woman dragged a small brown dog behind a bin. Rain hammered Quinn's face and soaked through her coat. Her shirt clung to her back. Each breath scraped her throat. The suspect looked back. Nineteen, perhaps twenty. Shaved head. Cheap black jacket plastered to narrow shoulders. He clutched a grey evidence pouch against his chest with both hands, and he ran with the pouch held high, clear of the puddles. That pouch mattered more to him than dry shoes. It mattered more to Quinn. He had lifted it from the rear seat of her car outside The Raven's Nest while she questioned Silas behind the bar. He had smashed the side window with a brick, snatched the pouch, and smiled straight into the dash camera before he ran. Inside the pouch sat a bone token, a torn custody label, and three photographs from a mortuary in Lambeth. A dead courier had carried the token in his stomach. Someone had cut him open after death and had taken care to remove every other trace of the thing he had swallowed. The boy knew which car to hit. He knew which pouch to take. Someone had sent him. Quinn gained two strides on the flat stretch past the bookshops. Her cropped salt-and-pepper hair dripped into her eyes. She swiped water away with the back of her hand and checked her left wrist out of habit. The worn leather watch had stopped at eleven forty seven three years ago, and the face had fogged again. She wore it anyway. Morris had worn an identical strap, cheap and stubborn, and she had taken to winding hers each morning before she remembered the mechanism had jammed. The boy cut right without warning. Tyres screamed. A delivery rider braked hard, swung his bike sideways, and slid across the wet tarmac. Quinn hurdled the front wheel. Her coat caught on the handlebar for one heart stopping second. Fabric ripped. She tore free and hit the opposite pavement running. "Quinn." She ignored the shout from behind her. Uniform would secure the Nest, or they would fail, and she would deal with that later. The boy had the token. Without it, the Camden lead died tonight. He ducked under scaffolding on Chalk Farm Road. Metal poles rang as her shoulder clipped one. Shop fronts blurred past, a shuttered bakery with flour dust still ghosting the window, a launderette lit in harsh white, a corner café that pumped steam and garlic into the street each time its door swung. A bus hissed at the kerb and threw up a sheet of dirty water. It soaked her trousers to the thigh. The boy vaulted a low wall beside the Tube station and dropped out of sight. Quinn followed. Concrete steps plunged below street level. Old posters peeled from the tiles. Someone had boarded the disused entrance years ago, and someone else had prised the boards loose and had stacked them with care against the wall. A service gate stood ajar. Warm air rolled out of the gap. It carried cinnamon, hot iron, animal musk, and a chemical tang that coated the back of her tongue. The boy stood ten steps down. He held the token between finger and thumb. He showed it to a shape behind a second gate, a much heavier gate built from black iron and riveted plate. A hand reached through the bars. Long fingers. Nails filed to points. The hand took the pouch, turned the token once, and pressed it back into the boy's palm. The gate swung open without a sound. "You coming, Detective?" The boy grinned. Blood ran from a cut above his eyebrow. The rain had already thinned it into pink tracks. "You knew my name before tonight." "Everyone down here knows your name." "Who sent you to my car?" "Come and ask him." He backed through the gate. Boots thudded on the wet steps behind Quinn. Tomás Herrera rounded the scaffolding at a run, a canvas medical bag banging against his hip. Rain darkened his short curly dark brown hair. His Saint Christopher medallion bounced against his soaked white shirt, and the scar along his left forearm shone pale as he grabbed the rail and stopped beside her. "Do not." "You followed me from the Nest?" "I treated Silas's barman after you left. Split lip. He talks when he bleeds. He said the boy works the Market." "Then he goes home tonight." "No. Listen to me. That gate does not open for police. It opens for customers, debtors, and offerings. Pick a label you like." "I have a warrant card." "Paper burns well down there." Quinn pulled her phone from her coat pocket. The screen showed no signal. Water ran off the cracked glass. She opened the tracking application anyway. The blue dot held at Camden Town and refused to move deeper. "Call control from the street. Tell them I entered a disused station entrance on the north side. Tell them I need an armed unit held at the top, no entry unless I call." "That call sounds fine in a report. It does the boy no good, and it does you less." "He stole evidence from my car." "He laid bait on your seat and waited for you to chase it." Quinn watched the gate. Beyond it, steps dropped into amber light. Voices drifted up, dozens of them, haggling and laughing and arguing in languages she knew and in one language that made the hairs lift along her forearms. Glass chimed. Something heavy dragged across stone. The boy had stopped just inside. He wanted her to see him. He wanted her angry enough, close enough. "Name." "Kito." "Surname." "Down here we rent those by the hour." "Kito, the courier in Lambeth had a wife. She identified his body while his stomach contents sat in a lab fridge. You want to run errands for the man who cut him?" The grin slipped. "I run. I do not cut." "Then stop running and give me a name." "I give you a name up here, I lose my tongue down there. Those are the rates." Tomás stepped closer to Quinn. He lowered his voice, and the medallion swung as he leaned in. "You go through without a token, the Market takes a toll at the door. Money will not pay it." "What does it take?" "A memory. A year. A name you cannot afford to lose. It improvises with police." "Superstition sells tickets." "Tell that to the men I patch up on full moons. Tell it to the woman last month who came out holding her own teeth in a handkerchief and thanked the stallholder for the change." Quinn reached into her inside pocket. Her fingers found cold bone. Tomás stared. "Where did you get that?" "Morris carried one the night he died. The pathologist found it sewn inside his jacket lining. I signed it out of property two years ago and never signed it back." "You stole evidence." "I kept a door open." "You kept a wound open. There is a difference, Detective." She held the token up. Age had yellowed it. Someone had carved a small neat eye into one side, and the cuts had darkened with old grime. It felt warmer than her wet glove should have allowed. Kito's face changed. He stepped back from the gate. "You were not supposed to have one." "Change of plan, then." "Do not show that. Put it away." "Open an evidence bag in a police car, smile at a camera, lead me to an illegal market, and now you issue orders." "You do not understand. That mark means the stall already owns-" The hand shot through the bars again and seized Kito by the wrist. It yanked him deeper. The pouch vanished into the dark beyond the gate. Kito screamed once, sharp and startled. Quinn lunged and caught the gate before it swung shut. Metal bit into her palm. The iron held a heat that shocked her. It pulsed once under her fingers, like a throat swallowing. Beyond the bars, the disused station opened out into a place no Tube map had ever carried. Vaulted brick tunnels stretched left and right, strung with bare bulbs and strips of green neon that echoed the sign above The Raven's Nest. Stalls crowded the platform edge. Timber, tarpaulin, hammered copper, old theatre flats painted with faded moons. Jars crowded the shelves. Some held powders. Some held fruit. One large jar near the gate held grey fingers packed in salt, each finger wearing a wedding ring. A stallholder lifted his head. He had no eyebrows. He smiled at Quinn with filed teeth. "Bone and business. Show one." Quinn held up Morris's token. The market noise faltered. Stall by stall, voices dropped. Heads turned. A woman with silver rings through both cheeks set down a scale. A child in a yellow raincoat stopped splashing in a puddle that had formed indoors, on dry stone, under no leak Quinn could see. The puddle reflected a ceiling covered in stars. Tomás gripped her sleeve. "Back away. Now. Slow." "They know this token." "Yes." "Say it plain." "It belonged to a man who still owes them." Kito struggled in the grip of the gatekeeper. The tall shape held him by the neck now. It stood head and shoulders above the boy, wrapped in a wet Underground uniform from another decade, cap low, face hidden behind a scarf of black gauze. It watched Quinn through the bars. Then it reached out with its free hand and laid one pointed nail against the eye carved into her token. The token cracked down the middle. Heat burst across Quinn's palm. She snatched her hand back. Both halves stayed whole in shape, held together by a thread of red light that stitched itself tight again. The light sank into the bone and vanished. The gatekeeper released Kito. The boy fell to his knees, gagging. Every stall light along the platform went out at once. Darkness slammed down. The tunnel swallowed the neon, the bulbs, the amber glow from the stairs. Quinn heard Tomás inhale beside her. She heard her own heart. She heard hundreds of people stop breathing at the same time. Then, in the pitch black below Camden, a familiar worn leather watch began to tick behind the nearest stall. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Morris stepped into the thin light spilling from Quinn's token, three years dead, rain still shining on his shoulders, and he placed his DS warrant card, wet and black with Thames silt, on the gate bars between them. "Harlow. You took your time."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1838
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)
83.68% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1838
totalAiIsms6
found
0
word"stomach"
count2
1
word"eyebrow"
count1
2
word"pulsed"
count1
3
word"echoed"
count1
4
word"familiar"
count1
highlights
0"stomach"
1"eyebrow"
2"pulsed"
3"echoed"
4"familiar"
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
narrationSentences149
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences149
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences197
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen38
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1838
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
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unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
77.90% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
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wordCount1387
uniqueNames21
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worstName"Quinn"
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Greek1
Street1
Quinn20
Raven2
Nest3
Silas1
Lambeth1
Camden3
Chalk1
Farm1
Road1
Tube2
Herrera1
Saint1
Christopher1
Town1
Kito5
Morris3
Underground1
Tomás5
Thames1
persons
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1"Raven"
2"Silas"
3"Herrera"
4"Saint"
5"Christopher"
6"Kito"
7"Morris"
8"Tomás"
places
0"Greek"
1"Street"
2"Lambeth"
3"Camden"
4"Chalk"
5"Farm"
6"Road"
7"Tube"
8"Town"
9"Thames"
globalScore0.779
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences95
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1838
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences197
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs96
mean19.15
std19.68
cv1.028
sampleLengths
017
135
22
343
440
514
644
751
817
985
106
1144
121
1335
1473
1515
162
1767
1835
1929
207
213
2220
236
246
256
264
275
2860
292
306
3121
325
3323
345
355
3637
3733
3818
396
4013
4145
4219
431
441
451
468
4732
483
496
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences149
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs249
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences197
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1389
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount28
adverbRatio0.020158387329013677
lyAdverbCount1
lyAdverbRatio0.0007199424046076314
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences197
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences197
mean9.33
std7.65
cv0.82
sampleLengths
017
12
211
314
45
53
62
72
811
910
109
116
125
134
143
152
167
1724
189
195
2022
2122
2219
2310
2422
257
266
274
2811
298
3018
3119
324
3325
346
352
3615
375
3811
392
409
411
427
4316
445
457
468
478
4836
4914
62.77% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.41624365482233505
totalSentences197
uniqueOpeners82
49.38% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences135
matches
0"Then it reached out with"
1"Then, in the pitch black"
ratio0.015
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount37
totalSentences135
matches
0"She kept running."
1"Her shirt clung to her"
2"He clutched a grey evidence"
3"It mattered more to Quinn."
4"He had lifted it from"
5"He had smashed the side"
6"He knew which pouch to"
7"Her cropped salt-and-pepper hair dripped"
8"She swiped water away with"
9"She wore it anyway."
10"Her coat caught on the"
11"She tore free and hit"
12"She ignored the shout from"
13"He ducked under scaffolding on"
14"It soaked her trousers to"
15"It carried cinnamon, hot iron,"
16"He held the token between"
17"He showed it to a"
18"He backed through the gate."
19"His Saint Christopher medallion bounced"
ratio0.274
22.96% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount118
totalSentences135
matches
0"Quinn hit the kerb at"
1"Oranges rolled across Greek Street"
2"Quinn jumped the wreckage, landed"
3"Pain shot up her shin."
4"She kept running."
5"A man in a soaked"
6"A woman dragged a small"
7"Her shirt clung to her"
8"Each breath scraped her throat."
9"The suspect looked back."
10"He clutched a grey evidence"
11"That pouch mattered more to"
12"It mattered more to Quinn."
13"He had lifted it from"
14"He had smashed the side"
15"A dead courier had carried"
16"Someone had cut him open"
17"The boy knew which car"
18"He knew which pouch to"
19"Someone had sent him."
ratio0.874
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences135
matches(empty)
ratio0
71.43% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences50
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"It carried cinnamon, hot iron, animal musk, and a chemical tang that coated the back of her tongue."
1"Voices drifted up, dozens of them, haggling and laughing and arguing in languages she knew and in one language that made the hairs lift along her forearms."
2"Vaulted brick tunnels stretched left and right, strung with bare bulbs and strips of green neon that echoed the sign above The Raven's Nest."
3"A child in a yellow raincoat stopped splashing in a puddle that had formed indoors, on dry stone, under no leak Quinn could see."
4"Both halves stayed whole in shape, held together by a thread of red light that stitched itself tight again."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags0
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
88.9376%