Run: 2026-10-27-01M5YGPX5939E8FYSXRVC63D91

Run Details

Duration:
12m 20s
Cost:
$0.197835
Provider:
Moonshot AI

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance 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="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</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 romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. 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
Aurora opened the door and put the carving knife beneath Lucien Moreau’s chin. He caught the blade on the ivory handle of his cane. Steel clicked. Blood slid from his cuff and spotted the landing between them. Fifty-three days had passed since he had kissed her beside the departures board at St Pancras, pressed a train ticket into her hand and promised to follow. She had torn the ticket in half. He had vanished before she could throw the pieces at him. His platinum hair had escaped its usual severe sweep. One lock clung to his forehead. The rest of him remained insultingly elegant, from the charcoal suit to the polished shoes, apart from the blood soaking his left side. “No,” she said. “You have not heard why I am here.” “I’ve heard your voice. That’s plenty.” “Eva is missing.” The knife stopped moving. Lucien’s mismatched eyes held hers, one amber, one black. He looked paler than his wound allowed. “She’s in York.” “She never reached the train.” “That isn’t funny.” “No.” He opened his left hand. Eva’s green fountain pen lay across his palm. Deep tooth marks scarred the cap. Ptolemy had put them there as a kitten, then spent an entire afternoon hiding from the consequences. Aurora’s fingers tightened round the knife. “Where did you get that?” “A locker at King’s Cross. She hired it under my name.” “You have ten seconds.” “Then I shall waste none of them on apologies.” “Nine.” “My father has her.” She stepped back and pointed the knife towards the flat. “Inside. Slowly.” “Your welcome has lost none of its charm.” “Your charm’s bleeding on the carpet.” He crossed the threshold and nearly lost his footing. Aurora caught his arm before she could decide against it. He weighed more than his narrow frame suggested. Heat came through his sleeve in a feverish wave. “The third deadbolt,” he said. She kicked the door shut and turned all three locks. “Happy?” “No. But marginally less concerned.” The sitting room had no space left for an emergency. Books covered the sofa, the desk and most of the floor. Scrolls stood in an umbrella stand. Research notes formed a paper wall along the back of Eva’s chair, held in place by mugs and two half-empty jars of turmeric. Rich curry scents rose through the floorboards from the restaurant below. Ptolemy emerged from behind a stack of Welsh legal histories. He took one look at Lucien and growled. “Your cat remembers me,” Lucien said. “He remembers you didn’t feed him.” “I had been shot.” “He’s not sentimental.” Aurora cleared the table by moving six books onto the windowsill. She pointed Lucien towards the chair, then fetched Eva’s first-aid tin from the bathroom. It contained forceps, gauze, surgical spirit and a leaflet about tetanus. Nothing useful for demonology. “Jacket off. Shirt too.” He placed his cane across his knees. “We used to have dinner first.” “You used to stay for it.” His gaze flicked up. For once, he had no answer ready. He removed his jacket, folded it out of habit and set it aside. Getting rid of the waistcoat cost him more. His jaw locked as he peeled the shirt away from his wound. A black sliver protruded from beneath his lowest rib. The skin around it had closed in a swollen star. Fine dark lines ran outwards beneath the surface, following the paths of his veins. Aurora forgot the blood on her hands. “What is that?” “A splinter from my father’s gate.” “You brought a piece of Avaros into Eva’s flat?” “I brought several pints of excellent claret here once. You objected to that as well.” “Lucien.” “It prevents the wound from closing. It also whispers my location to anyone with sufficient blood and poor manners.” “Can you take it out?” “Not with my own hands. It burns whatever of Avaros touches it.” “So you came to the nearest human.” “I came to the human least likely to open me from navel to nose out of curiosity.” “Don’t give me notes on my performance.” She pulled on Eva’s washing-up gloves. They were yellow, patterned with ducks and far too large. Lucien looked at them, then at her. “Not one word,” she said. “I was admiring the tailoring.” She gripped his shoulder and pressed him back against the chair. Old scars crossed his abdomen. A pale line curved over his heart, fine as a pen stroke. She remembered tracing it with one finger while he lay awake beside her, neither of them willing to name what had changed. His hand settled on the table near hers. He did not touch her. “Why did Eva come to you?” Aurora asked. “Four nights ago, she found my father’s bookkeeping.” “That sounds dull.” “He keeps accounts of debts, bloodlines and future acquisitions. Your name appeared in the third column.” The forceps scraped against the tin. Aurora picked them up. “Future acquisitions.” “A term he prefers to hostages. It reassures his clerks.” “And Eva decided to handle that without telling me?” “She came to me because I wrote the original debt.” Aurora looked at him. He did not look away. “Not your debt,” he said. “Mine. Your name was added as leverage.” “By your father.” “Yes.” “And you knew at St Pancras.” “Yes.” She braced one hand against his chest. His skin scorched through the glove. With the other, she closed the forceps round the sliver. “This will hurt.” “I had gathered.” “Good.” She pulled. His whole body went rigid. The chair cracked beneath his grip. A low sound escaped him, closer to a growl than anything human, and the lights in the flat dimmed. Aurora kept hold of the sliver. “Stay with me.” “I am attempting to.” “Don’t attempt. Do.” His amber eye fixed on hers. The black one had swallowed its pupil. “You left me at St Pancras,” she said. “Yes.” “You kissed me, bought me a ticket and decided that settled it.” “It was first class.” She twisted the forceps. He swore in French. “Still charming?” she asked. “Less so.” The sliver slid free with a wet click. It resembled a long black thorn, except for the fine veins pulsing inside it. Aurora dropped it onto a saucer and pressed gauze against his side. Lucien bent forwards. His forehead nearly touched her collarbone. She held still while his breath warmed the hollow of her throat. “My father offered a bargain,” he said. “Your name removed from his accounts. My return to Avaros for thirty years of service.” “And you accepted.” “Yes.” “Without telling me.” “Yes.” “You could have asked for my help.” “You would have given it.” “Yes.” His hand curled against the table. Aurora stepped back, taking her heat with her. “There it is. You decided what I could survive. You decided what I deserved to know. Then you called it protection.” “Aurora.” “Evan used to call it looking after me.” Lucien’s head came up. “Do not put his words in my mouth.” “Then stop making it so easy.” Silence pressed between them. Downstairs, a pan struck a cooker. Someone shouted an order in Cantonese. Ptolemy jumped onto the windowsill and began washing one paw. Lucien looked at the gauze until she nodded. He held it in place himself. “I would make the same bargain,” he said. “I would not make the same silence.” “That isn’t enough.” “No. But it is true.” She tore off the yellow gloves. Her left wrist slipped from the cuff of her cardigan, exposing the small crescent scar near her pulse. His gaze dropped to it. “Did you go to Cardiff?” he asked. “No.” “Where did you go?” “Work. Yu-Fei had six tables, a broken steamer and no patience for my tragic past.” “A formidable combination.” “I delivered noodles. I came home. I learned three new ways to curse you in Welsh.” “Only three?” “Eva’s research is light on useful profanity.” His mouth shifted, not quite a smile. Aurora hated that she noticed. She hated the small loosening in her chest more. He reached for her wrist, then stopped with his fingers an inch away. “Tell me to let go,” he said. “You’re not holding me.” “No.” The word cost him something. She heard it in the roughness under his polish. She should have sent him back to the landing. She should have kept the knife at his throat and demanded Eva’s location, then solved the rest without him. Instead, she put her wrist in his hand. His thumb rested beside the scar, never over it. “Did you miss me?” he asked. “Careful.” “I have been careful for fifty-three days. It has earned me a stab wound and your contempt.” “You’ve earned worse than that.” “Did you?” She looked at his bare shoulder, at the dried blood near his collarbone, at the mouth that had once promised to follow her. “Yes. I missed you. I also wanted to put your cane through your skull. Both things fit.” “I have always admired your capacity for complex thought.” She swore, caught his face between her hands and kissed him. For one second, he did nothing. Then his hand found her waist. He drew her against him with a hunger that had none of his usual restraint. Aurora felt the chair scrape backwards. Her knee knocked his thigh. The forceps fell from the table and struck the floor. He kissed her as if St Pancras had never happened, as if fifty-three days had only sharpened the edge. His fingers spread over the small of her back. Heat gathered where they pressed through her shirt. She broke away first. Neither of them moved far. “That wasn’t forgiveness,” she said. “I did not ask for forgiveness.” “Or permission to disappear again.” “No.” “If you do, I’ll come after you.” “I know.” “That doesn’t frighten you?” His thumb moved once against her waist. “It is the first thing in weeks that has not.” She let him go and picked up the fallen forceps. Her hands had developed a tremor. She hid it by cleaning them with more care than they required. Lucien reached into his discarded waistcoat and produced a folded sheet of paper. “Eva left this with the pen.” Aurora snatched it from him. At first glance, the page contained a curry order and three overdue library fines. Eva had written aubergine, ginger and fenugreek in the margin. Beneath them sat a list of Cardiff street names, each spelled with one deliberate error. Aurora turned the page sideways. Their old code had begun in school, passed through university lecture notes and survived Eva’s discovery that most supernatural ciphers relied too heavily on Latin. A curry order could conceal a street plan. Library fines gave distances. Spelling mistakes marked false turns. “She’s beneath the old customs house at Wapping,” Aurora said. “There’s a service entrance near the river wall.” “Can you open it?” “Eva thinks you can.” “With the splinter.” Aurora read the final line again. Her stomach tightened. “What?” Lucien asked. “This last fine. She’s given the wrong year.” “A mistake.” “Not this one. Eva made the same mistake in every message we wrote when we were sixteen. She kept it ever since.” Aurora looked at the saucer. The black thorn had begun to vibrate against the china. “She didn’t leave this for me,” Aurora said. “She left it for you. Or someone forced her to copy it.” Lucien rose, his pain forgotten. “Read the last line.” “It isn’t part of the directions.” The thorn split with a sound like a tiny bone breaking. Aurora held out the page. “Keep him alive until we arrive.” The first deadbolt slid back by itself. Lucien snatched up his cane. A thin blade whispered from its shaft. The second lock turned. Aurora grabbed the carving knife. Ptolemy launched himself from the windowsill and vanished beneath the sofa. “You said that thing was dormant,” she said. “Outside my blood.” “It’s been out of your blood for four minutes.” “My father has never respected definitions.” The third deadbolt shot open. The door flew inwards so hard that the handle punched through the plaster. Books toppled. Loose notes whirled across the room. Lucien put himself in front of Aurora, and she stepped out from behind him before he could object. Eva stood on the threshold. Blood covered one side of her face. Her wrists hung at odd angles. A black cord circled her throat and ran back into the unlit landing. Aurora lunged. Lucien caught her round the waist. Eva’s eyes found hers over his shoulder. “Rory,” she rasped. “The gate isn’t under Wapping.” The cord snapped tight.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags19
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences131
tagDensity0.145
leniency0.29
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.62% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2104
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
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)
78.61% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2104
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"charm"
count2
1
word"flicked"
count1
2
word"tracing"
count1
3
word"silence"
count2
4
word"pulse"
count1
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word"complex"
count1
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word"stomach"
count1
highlights
0"charm"
1"flicked"
2"tracing"
3"silence"
4"pulse"
5"complex"
6"stomach"
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
narrationSentences170
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences170
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences282
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen28
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2104
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions28
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
33.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions61
wordCount1352
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity1.7
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Lucien15
Moreau1
St2
Pancras2
Eva9
Welsh1
Aurora23
French1
Cantonese1
Cardiff1
Latin1
Ptolemy4
persons
0"Lucien"
1"Moreau"
2"Eva"
3"Aurora"
4"Ptolemy"
places
0"St"
1"Pancras"
2"French"
3"Cantonese"
4"Cardiff"
globalScore0.649
windowScore0.333
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences112
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"not quite a smile"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2104
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences282
matches
0"hated that she"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs207
mean10.16
std10.54
cv1.037
sampleLengths
013
124
245
338
43
58
66
73
84
916
103
115
123
131
1436
156
165
1711
184
199
201
214
2210
232
248
256
2636
275
2810
291
305
3161
3218
336
346
354
363
3740
384
397
406
416
4211
4333
4433
457
463
476
489
4915
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences170
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs243
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences282
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1357
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount35
adverbRatio0.025792188651436992
lyAdverbCount5
lyAdverbRatio0.0036845983787767134
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences282
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences282
mean7.46
std4.78
cv0.64
sampleLengths
013
111
22
311
427
57
611
79
86
923
103
118
126
133
144
159
167
173
185
193
201
215
228
236
2417
256
265
2711
284
299
301
314
3210
332
348
356
369
3710
388
399
405
4110
421
435
4410
4511
466
4723
4811
4910
46.81% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats9
diversityRatio0.2978723404255319
totalSentences282
uniqueOpeners84
45.35% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences147
matches
0"Instead, she put her wrist"
1"Then his hand found her"
ratio0.014
59.46% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount59
totalSentences147
matches
0"He caught the blade on"
1"She had torn the ticket"
2"He had vanished before she"
3"His platinum hair had escaped"
4"He looked paler than his"
5"He opened his left hand."
6"She stepped back and pointed"
7"He crossed the threshold and"
8"He weighed more than his"
9"She kicked the door shut"
10"He took one look at"
11"She pointed Lucien towards the"
12"It contained forceps, gauze, surgical"
13"He placed his cane across"
14"His gaze flicked up."
15"He removed his jacket, folded"
16"His jaw locked as he"
17"She pulled on Eva’s washing-up"
18"They were yellow, patterned with"
19"She gripped his shoulder and"
ratio0.401
17.82% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount130
totalSentences147
matches
0"Aurora opened the door and"
1"He caught the blade on"
2"Blood slid from his cuff"
3"She had torn the ticket"
4"He had vanished before she"
5"His platinum hair had escaped"
6"The rest of him remained"
7"The knife stopped moving."
8"Lucien’s mismatched eyes held hers,"
9"He looked paler than his"
10"He opened his left hand."
11"Eva’s green fountain pen lay"
12"Ptolemy had put them there"
13"Aurora’s fingers tightened round the"
14"She stepped back and pointed"
15"He crossed the threshold and"
16"Aurora caught his arm before"
17"He weighed more than his"
18"Heat came through his sleeve"
19"She kicked the door shut"
ratio0.884
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences147
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences53
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"She looked at his bare shoulder, at the dried blood near his collarbone, at the mouth that had once promised to follow her."
1"He drew her against him with a hunger that had none of his usual restraint."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags19
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags18
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences131
tagDensity0.137
leniency0.275
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
85.9669%