Run: 2026-11-11-01M75MX8F17MXAZWA0TDS8GPNJ

Run Details

Duration:
4m 20s
Cost:
$0.152938
Provider:
Google AI Studio

Model input

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

Model response

AI
A heavy green metal rubbish bin hurtled toward Harlow's shins. She vaulted the obstacle without breaking stride, boots slamming onto the slick tarmac. Ahead, Tomás Herrera zig-zagged between shuttered fruit stalls, one arm clamping a battered black leather medical bag to his ribs. Harlow pumped her arms and closed the distance. Eighteen years in the Metropolitan Police taught a detective how to breathe through a sprint. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Military precision kept her strides measured across cracked paving stones and oily puddles. Herrera scrambled over a low brick wall behind a corner kebab shop and dropped out of sight. Harlow hit the wall a second later, palms scraping wet mortar as she vaulted into a narrow service alley. Rancid mutton fat and woodsmoke stung her nostrils. Hot exhaust billowed from a tin vent at shoulder height, fogging the air. Through the greased rear window of the kitchen, a cook in a stained white cotton apron froze with an iron skewer poised above glowing coals. Neon beer signs from Camden High Street bled across the wet brickwork ahead, painting the passage in bruised purples and sickly yellows. Cold rain soaked through the shoulders of Harlow's wool coat and plastered her closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair to her scalp. She had staked out The Raven's Nest in Soho for four hours, parked in the shadows opposite the distinctive green neon sign above its entrance. Through the rain-streaked pub glass, old maps and black-and-white photographs lined the walls while the usual crowd nursed their drinks. None of the regulars had left by the front door, yet somehow meetings happened inside that place without a trace on CCTV. Twelve minutes after midnight, Herrera had bolted from the bar's rear fire exit clutching that trauma kit, hailed a black cab north, and broken into a dead run the moment he clocked Harlow's unmarked Vauxhall in Camden. A struck-off paramedic sprinting across London with surgical gear meant someone in his circle had taken a bullet or a blade. Harlow wanted the patient. At the end of the passage, Herrera wrenched open a rusted wire gate and plunged down a sunken concrete stairwell. Harlow's sharp jaw set. A dead end. London Underground had bricked up this disused Camden spur decades before she joined the force. Nothing remained below street level except a flooded maintenance alcove choked with soggy crisp packets and broken green glass. She reached the top step and drew her steel baton with a sharp metallic clack. Taking two stairs at a stride would risk a slip on the wet concrete, so she descended fast and low, planting her boots across the bottom step to block the exit. Herrera spun around against a padlocked iron grille. His chest heaved. Rainwater dripped from his short curly dark brown hair onto olive skin dark with sweat. Beneath his open collar, a small round silver medallion glinted on a fine chain. "End of the line, Tommy." "Evening, Detective. Foul night for a jog." "Soho to Camden isn't a jog. Open the bag." "Private property. Come back with a warrant." "Reasonable suspicion of assisting an offender. The panel stripped your NHS licence two years ago, remember?" "A piece of paper does not teach hands how to stitch a femoral artery." "Depends whose artery you're stitching. One of your mates from the Nest?" "Silas pours cheap gin to lonely tourists. Go buy a tonic and leave working men in peace." Harlow stepped into the alcove, her brown eyes fixed on the jagged pale scar running along his left forearm where his wet sleeve clung to the skin. "Bag on the floor. Hands against the tiles." "Madre mía, you never listen." "Turn around, Herrera." "Walk up those stairs, Quinn. Down here, your warrant card is just dead leather." Herrera plunged his right hand into his soaked canvas jacket. Harlow lunged forward, seizing his lapel with her left fist while swinging her baton toward his elbow. Wet canvas tore along the stitching. Loose medical supplies spilled from his ripped pocket and clattered across the flooded concrete: foil suture packets, glass ampoules, and two small flat white discs. Herrera ignored the baton strike. Even as steel bruised his bicep, he slammed his palm against the slimy green ceramic tiles beside the rusted iron grille, pressing one of the white discs into a narrow vertical slot in the mortar. Ozone scorched the enclosed stairwell. A sharp metallic tang coated Harlow's tongue, thick as blood from a bitten cheek. Behind the iron grille, solid brickwork rippled like black river water. Mortar dissolved into drifting grey smoke, and the padlocked gate slid sideways into the stone without a squeak. Beyond the threshold, steep wooden stairs descended into warm amber light. Harlow froze for half a heartbeat. Herrera twisted both shoulders, slipped clean out of his torn jacket, and threw himself backward through the opening. Harlow dropped the empty coat and snatched at his jumper. Her fingers grazed wet wool an inch too late. Iron bars slammed shut across her knuckles, and solid clay bricks rushed back over the gap. Silence dropped over the sunken alcove. Rainwater went drip-drop from a fractured gutter overhead. Harlow stared at the wall. She pressed her bare palm flat against the damp masonry. Solid, freezing, immovable. Her left wrist twitched. She pulled back her wet wool cuff and checked her worn leather watch. Tick-tock. Twelve thirty-eight. Three years ago, DS Morris's radio had cut out at twelve thirty-eight inside a locked Rotherhithe warehouse. Four minutes later, Harlow had kicked the door off its hinges and found her partner dead on dry pine floorboards, his eyelashes rimed with white frost in the middle of August. Professional Standards called it an undiagnosed heart defect. Superintendents shook her hand, offered compassionate leave, and buried the docket in an archive vault. Harlow hadn't buried anything. She had kept Morris's cracked notebook in her coat pocket and waited for the dark to make a mistake. She reached up and pressed the transmit button on her shoulder radio. "Met Control, Sierra-Four-Two. Requesting urgent backup off Camden High Street." Static hissed from the speaker, rose to a thin whine, and snapped off. On top of the handset, the green status light blinked twice and died. Harlow released the switch and looked down at her boots. Half-submerged in an oily puddle lay the second white disc from Herrera's ripped pocket. She crouched and fished it out of the grit. No mould lines, no plastic sheen. Tiny pores pitted the curved surface, biting cold against her calloused thumb. Carved bone. Someone had scored the outline of a crescent moon into its centre with a blade. Every line of Police Regulations demanded she climb back to the pavement, walk fifty yards until her radio caught a signal, and call Uniform to secure the alley. Going down unmapped stairs alone without comms wasn't policing. It was how Morris ended up in a closed coffin. Wait until morning, though, and whatever hid behind these bricks would scrub every trace clean. Harlow stood up and dragged her fingernails down the mortar between the green tiles until she caught a thin groove no wider than a two-pound coin. She pushed the bone token into the wall. Dry heat rolled out of the parting stone, thick with burnt myrrh, wet fur, and tarnished copper. Iron slid aside. Harlow stepped over the threshold, holstered her baton, and pulled her coat collar high to hide any glint of police issue gear. Behind her spine, iron clicked shut and brickwork sealed out the London rain. She stood on a high wooden landing overlooking an abandoned Tube station beneath Camden. Soot-stained brick arches curved thirty feet above a wide subterranean vault. Workers had pried up the old steel rails decades ago, laying rough timber planks across the gravel trackbed to build a broad thoroughfare. Dozens of wrought-iron braziers blazed along the Victorian platform edge, sending orange sparks drifting toward an enamelled Underground roundel. Chained across the station's original name hung a charred oak plank daubed in flaking whitewash: The Veil Market. Harlow descended the creaking steps and dropped her chin, loosening her military bearing to match the hunched crowd below. Hundreds of figures packed the old tracks and platform, bartering in hushed, guttural syllables beneath canopies of faded red velvet. None of them belonged in a custody suite. To her left, a vendor in a stiff leather apron weighed slimy pale eels on brass scales, sweeping tarnished silver coins into a pouch while waving away paper sterling. Across the trackbed, a woman whose shadow boasted four distinct arms arranged stoppered crystal phials filled with luminous blue smoke. Bundles of dried nightshade, human molars strung on copper wire, and heavy leather ledgers changed hands in the smoky half-light. Harlow kept to the deep shadow beneath the platform overhang, scanning the stalls. Forty yards down the northbound tunnel mouth, two tall patrons in heavy grey cloaks parted before an apothecary booth reeking of crushed mint and ether. Short curly dark brown hair caught the brazier glow. Shirt sleeves pushed past the elbows, Saint Christopher medallion swinging loose against a damp collarbone. Herrera leaned over a trestle cluttered with bone mortars, slapping a thick roll of twenty-pound notes onto the wood. Harlow slipped behind a hanging curtain of dried bundled herbs, three paces from his flank. "Two phials of moon-blood. Uncut. Keep the change." "Paper rots, little healer." Behind the trestle, the apothecary leaned into the lamplight. Pale yellow skin stretched drum-tight over a skull with no nose, leaving two vertical slits flaring above grey lips. Long finger bones with an extra knuckle tapped the stoppered glass. "Silver or marrow. You know the tariff." "Take my medallion, then. A girl bleeds out in twenty minutes if I walk back empty-handed." Harlow stepped around the curtain and clamped her left hand onto Herrera's scarred forearm. "Save your silver, Tommy." Herrera whipped his head around. His warm brown eyes stretched wide, devoid of anger or guilt, filled instead with stark terror. "Idiota." "You're under arrest, Herrera." "Let go of me and walk toward the stairs. Do not draw steel." Harlow snatched her handcuffs from her belt. Polished steel links chimed once in the quiet booth. Across the trestle, the noseless apothecary froze. Both vertical slits flared wide, tasting the air above Harlow's cuffs. Grey lips peeled back from thin black teeth. "Law-iron!" A long pale arm swept across the counter, smashing a row of glass phials onto the timber planks. Blue fire roared toward the soot-stained brickwork. High on the wooden landing, an iron warning bell clanged through the vault. Every conversation along the platform died at once. Three hundred hooded heads snapped toward the apothecary booth in dead unison. At the foot of the exit staircase, four towering gatekeepers in chainmail coats drew curved steel blades and threw a heavy iron bar across the gate. Herrera didn't wrench free of Harlow's grip. His fingers locked like a vice around her wrist, yanking her backward toward the pitch-black mouth of the deep-level train tunnel as a massive grey beast vaulted the shattered counter and lunged for her throat.
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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)
wordCount1857
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)
75.77% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1857
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"measured"
count1
1
word"silence"
count1
2
word"fractured"
count1
3
word"glint"
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4
word"velvet"
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5
word"crystal"
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6
word"scanning"
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word"stark"
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word"shattered"
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2"fractured"
3"glint"
4"velvet"
5"crystal"
6"scanning"
7"stark"
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100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
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maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
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narrationSentences119
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
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hedgeCount0
narrationSentences119
filterMatches
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100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
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gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
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matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
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markdownWords0
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ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
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unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
75.24% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions72
wordCount1672
uniqueNames26
maxNameDensity1.5
worstName"Harlow"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Harlow"
discoveredNames
Harlow25
Tomás1
Herrera13
Metropolitan1
Police2
Camden4
High2
Street1
Raven1
Nest1
Soho1
Vauxhall1
London3
Underground2
Morris3
Rotherhithe1
August1
Standards1
Regulations1
Uniform1
Tube1
Victorian1
Veil1
Market1
Saint1
Christopher1
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Tomás"
2"Herrera"
3"Police"
4"Raven"
5"Underground"
6"Morris"
7"Standards"
8"Regulations"
9"Saint"
10"Christopher"
places
0"Metropolitan"
1"Camden"
2"High"
3"Street"
4"Soho"
5"Vauxhall"
6"London"
globalScore0.752
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences104
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1857
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences141
matches
0"clutching that trauma"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs73
mean25.44
std23.82
cv0.936
sampleLengths
010
133
244
317
4107
5129
620
77
834
946
1040
115
127
139
147
1516
1614
1712
1817
1927
208
215
223
2314
2410
2548
2640
2719
2840
296
3018
3135
3214
3318
3420
3571
3623
3712
3810
3926
4024
4144
4247
4315
4434
4517
4638
4785
4819
4997
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences119
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs263
matches
0"wasn't policing"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences141
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1693
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"slimy green ceramic tiles"
adverbCount25
adverbRatio0.014766686355581808
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.0035440047253396337
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences141
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences141
mean13.17
std7.58
cv0.576
sampleLengths
010
113
220
38
415
58
613
717
819
98
1013
1125
1222
1320
1425
1520
1622
1737
1821
194
2020
214
223
2315
2419
2515
2631
278
283
2915
3014
315
327
339
347
3516
3614
3712
3817
3927
408
415
423
4314
4410
4517
466
4725
485
4935
99.29% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats1
diversityRatio0.6312056737588653
totalSentences141
uniqueOpeners89
28.74% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences116
matches
0"Pale yellow skin stretched drum-tight"
ratio0.009
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount16
totalSentences116
matches
0"She vaulted the obstacle without"
1"She had staked out The"
2"She reached the top step"
3"His chest heaved."
4"Her fingers grazed wet wool"
5"She pressed her bare palm"
6"Her left wrist twitched."
7"She pulled back her wet"
8"She had kept Morris's cracked"
9"She reached up and pressed"
10"She crouched and fished it"
11"It was how Morris ended"
12"She pushed the bone token"
13"She stood on a high"
14"His warm brown eyes stretched"
15"His fingers locked like a"
ratio0.138
100.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount71
totalSentences116
matches
0"A heavy green metal rubbish"
1"She vaulted the obstacle without"
2"Harlow pumped her arms and"
3"Military precision kept her strides"
4"Herrera scrambled over a low"
5"Harlow hit the wall a"
6"Rancid mutton fat and woodsmoke"
7"Neon beer signs from Camden"
8"She had staked out The"
9"None of the regulars had"
10"A struck-off paramedic sprinting across"
11"Harlow wanted the patient."
12"Harlow's sharp jaw set."
13"A dead end."
14"London Underground had bricked up"
15"Nothing remained below street level"
16"She reached the top step"
17"Herrera spun around against a"
18"His chest heaved."
19"Rainwater dripped from his short"
ratio0.612
86.21% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences116
matches
0"Even as steel bruised his"
1"To her left, a vendor"
ratio0.017
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences80
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"Harlow descended the creaking steps and dropped her chin, loosening her military bearing to match the hunched crowd below."
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
95.3080%