Run: 2026-11-11-01M75QZW3P57VR177JCKNKGEF7

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Duration:
3m 51s
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$0.155138
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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
Glass shattered across the cobbles as Harlow Quinn wrenched the strap of the heavy black leather medical bag. The brass buckle sheared clean through, spilling steel forceps and dark glass ampoules between their boots. Tomás Herrera spun back against a rusted commercial bin, chest heaving. Sweat darkened his olive skin, and a pale knife scar gleamed along his left forearm as he raised both palms. "Metropolitan Police. Keep those hands where I can see them, Tommy." "You just smashed four hundred quid of clotting agent." "Funny kit for an ex-paramedic." "I do private consultations." "The General Medical Council struck you off two years ago for unauthorised treatments." "Patients still bleed, Detective." Quinn stepped closer, grinding broken glass beneath her heels. At five-foot-nine, she stood nearly eye to eye with him, her sharp jaw set and brown eyes unblinking. Three hours of surveillance had paid off in a narrow alley stinking of stale lager and wet brick. Earlier in Soho, she had watched through the smeared window of The Raven's Nest while he slipped behind a hinged bookshelf past walls of old maps and black-and-white photographs. When he emerged beneath the bar's distinctive green neon sign carrying a bulging medical bag, she shadowed him onto a northbound train all the way to Camden. Purple liquid hissed among the spilled bandages, giving off a bitter tang of crushed wormwood and copper. Half buried in sterile gauze lay a small old round white bone token etched with crooked runes. Quinn crouched, keeping her gaze locked on Tomás's face, and plucked the disc from the puddle. Cold bit through her leather glove. She dropped the token into her trench coat pocket. Tomás stiffened. His fingers twitched toward the silver Saint Christopher medallion resting against his collarbone. "Leave that." "Your bag's full of banned chemicals, Mr Herrera. Everything on the ground is evidence." "Keep the vials. Give me the bone." "Tell me where it spends." Tomás kicked the rusted bin's brake lever. Half a ton of wet refuse rolled straight at Quinn's shins. She pivoted with military precision, letting the steel corner graze her coat hem, and lunged. Her fingertips brushed damp cotton. Tomás vaulted a low brick wall, scrambled over stacked wooden pallets, and bolted toward Camden High Street. Quinn cleared the brickwork in one stride. Out on the main thoroughfare, cold rain lashed the tarmac in sheets, pitter-patter against tin bus-stop roofs and taut umbrellas. Neon pub signs bled crimson and acid green across black puddles. Tomás wove into the pavement crowd, his short curly dark brown hair bobbing past late-night revellers spilling out of music venues. Quinn sprinted along the kerb, zig-zagging around two tourists wrestling a broken umbrella. She cut across the forecourt of a cramped Turkish off-licence beneath its faded green plastic awning. Stacks of sodden evening papers sat beside wooden crates of bruised oranges, and warm air thick with roasted lamb, cardamom, and wet wool billowed through the open doorway. Next door, behind the steamed window of a cramped late-night cafe, two cabbies paused with chipped white mugs halfway to their mouths as Tomás vaulted a chained bicycle rack and vanished down a side turning. Quinn hit the corner at full stride, boots splashing foul gutter water. Eighteen years in the Met taught you how men ran. Amateurs glanced over their shoulders every ten paces. Professionals hunted for cover. Tomás didn't look back once. The side street narrowed beneath a soot-stained Victorian railway viaduct. Overhead, a heavy freight train rumbled across iron girders, shaking loose mortar dust and cold droplets onto Quinn's closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair. Streetlamps gave way to stretches of pitch dark broken only by yellow security cages over shuttered workshops. Running footsteps echoed ahead, clip-clop over slick granite cobbles, then cut off. Quinn slowed to a measured stalk, pressing her spine against rough brick. She drew her telescopic steel baton and flicked her wrist. The blackened shaft locked with a crisp metallic ring. Drip-drop. Gutter water tapped a dented oil drum, masking her breath. Ahead, a narrow service courtyard sat wedged against the derelict terracotta frontage of an abandoned Underground station. Padlocked iron Bostwick gates barred the main ticket-hall arch beneath chipped maroon tiles. Commuters hadn't walked those steps in seventy years. Quinn swept the dark yard. Weeds choked the drain grates. Nobody crouched behind the rusted skip. Only a fresh purple smear glistened on the stone sill beside a recessed iron maintenance door. A crescent-shaped keyhole sat beneath a narrow brass peep-slit. Quinn stepped up to the iron. Warm air leaked around the frame, carrying frankincense, damp clay, and that same sharp reek of wormwood from Tomás's broken vials. Her jaw tightened. Three years ago, in a flooded Rotherhithe timber yard, that exact stench had soaked DS Morris's collar while he bled out across her boots. Something in the dark had sheared four of his ribs clean through before tearing the steel hinges off a warehouse door. Special Branch locked the coroner's report in a safe, and her superiors told her to take compassionate leave. Every whispered lead since had pointed back to Soho's back rooms and unlicensed medics patching up things that avoided NHS hospitals. Heavy boots scraped behind the iron door. The brass slit slid back. Two milky eyes peered out from a scarred face. "Wrong turning, copper." "Metropolitan Police. Open this door." "Warrant cards don't buy air down here." "Assisting an offender carries five years inside." "Five years in Belmarsh beats five minutes on the tracks." The brass plate slid halfway shut. Quinn jammed her gloved knuckles into the gap and held up the small old round white bone token. The milky eyes stopped blinking. Scarred pale lips parted, revealing filed yellow teeth. "Nicked that off the Spaniard, did you?" "He dropped his fare." "One bone, one soul. Don't expect a return journey." Long grey fingers snatched the disc from her pinch. Three heavy iron bolts clunked back inside the masonry. The door groaned inward, revealing a spiral staircase of cracked white ceramic tiles corkscrewing into amber gloom. Tallow candles burned inside rusted wire cages along the curving shaft, trailing greasy black smoke toward the ceiling. Quinn thumbed the transmit stud on her shoulder radio. Dead static hissed against her ear, smothered by deep London clay. She checked her mobile screen. Zero bars. She glanced at the worn leather watch on her left wrist. Tick-tock. Twelve minutes past midnight. Protocol demanded one move: retreat to Camden High Street, summon armed Trojan units, and cordon the viaduct. Yet by the time breach teams cut through those padlocked gates at dawn, whatever operated down these stairs would scatter into the tunnels, leaving nothing behind except rat droppings and cold tallow. Morris hadn't backed down in Rotherhithe. Neither would she. Quinn slid her baton halfway up her coat sleeve and stepped across the stone threshold. The iron door slammed behind her. All three bolts shot home. She descended the spiral steps, planting her boots near the outer wall where decades of traffic had worn shallow grooves into the stone. Voices drifted up the shaft, first a low murmur, then a dense market hum that vibrated against her ribs. At the bottom, the stairwell opened onto a cavernous brick platform. Heavy wooden planks bridged the rusted rail bed, supporting two crooked rows of canvas stalls that curved away into the dark Tube tunnel. No electric bulbs burned down here. Wide glass Mason jars packed with glowing green cave moss hung from overhead signal wires, bathing faces and vintage tobacco posters in sickly emerald light. Buyers drifted between tables in heavy wool coats, porcelain half-masks, and pulled-up hoods. Quinn tucked her chin into her damp collar and matched their unhurried pace. To her left, inside a converted mahogany ticket booth, a cramped tea stall steamed with black iron kettles; silent patrons sipped dark broth from carved bone cups while passing folded vellum notes across the sill. Opposite, an apothecary weighed black alchemical salt on brass scales beside pickled two-headed adders floating in cloudy spirits. Ten paces further down, a broad-shouldered butcher in a gore-stiffened apron cleaved silver-veined meat on an oak block. When he reached for a twine hook, his thick fingers bent backward at an extra joint. Quinn kept her expression flat and her pulse steady. Count the exits. Ignore the impossible. Grab the runner. Forty paces down the planks, near the pitch-black mouth of the northbound tunnel, Tomás leaned over a crate draped in moth-eaten red velvet. His silver Saint Christopher medallion swung loose outside his wet jacket as he gestured with his scarred left arm. Quinn slipped behind a chipped white pillar, three strides from his flank. Across the crate stood a tall gaunt vendor wrapped from chin to ankle in grey wool shawls. "Silas sent half up front, same as last month." "Half buys you chalk dust, little medic." "The patient in Soho won't last until the full moon when this market moves." "Then bring me its teeth once the heart stops." Quinn stepped out from the pillar and clamped her left hand around Tomás's wrist. Cold steel handcuffs ratcheted shut over his scarred forearm before he drew breath. Tomás spun, warm brown eyes flaring wide as he clocked her cropped hair and rain-soaked coat. "Harlow, are you mad?" "Hands behind your back, Tommy." "Uncuff me right now or neither of us leaves this platform breathing." "Save the dramatics for custody." Across the velvet crate, the gaunt vendor sucked in a rattling breath. Her grey wool shawl slipped from her neck. Four slick crimson gill-slits flared wide along her pale throat, pulsing in the moss-light as she aimed a hooked black fingernail straight at Quinn's chest. "Iron! Filthy Met iron on the stones!" Every conversation along the platform died at once. Back by the spiral stairs, a heavy brass station bell tolled three times. Green moss-jars flared violent purple. Fifty hooded heads snapped toward the pillar, eyes gleaming yellow in the gloom, as the butcher vaulted his bloody oak block with his cleaver raised high.
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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)
wordCount1672
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)
55.14% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1672
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"shattered"
count1
1
word"etched"
count1
2
word"footsteps"
count1
3
word"echoed"
count1
4
word"measured"
count1
5
word"flicked"
count1
6
word"gloom"
count2
7
word"vibrated"
count1
8
word"electric"
count1
9
word"porcelain"
count1
10
word"pulse"
count1
11
word"velvet"
count2
12
word"gleaming"
count1
highlights
0"shattered"
1"etched"
2"footsteps"
3"echoed"
4"measured"
5"flicked"
6"gloom"
7"vibrated"
8"electric"
9"porcelain"
10"pulse"
11"velvet"
12"gleaming"
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
narrationSentences113
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences113
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences140
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen36
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1672
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions3
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
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wordCount1474
uniqueNames25
maxNameDensity1.29
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Tomás"
discoveredNames
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Quinn19
Herrera1
Soho2
Raven1
Nest1
Camden3
Tomás12
Saint2
Christopher2
High2
Street2
Turkish1
Met1
Victorian1
Underground1
Bostwick1
Rotherhithe2
Morris2
Branch1
London1
Trojan1
Tube1
Mason1
Three3
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Herrera"
3"Raven"
4"Tomás"
5"Saint"
6"Christopher"
7"Bostwick"
8"Morris"
9"Branch"
10"Mason"
places
0"Soho"
1"Camden"
2"High"
3"Street"
4"Rotherhithe"
5"London"
globalScore0.855
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences93
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1672
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences140
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs72
mean23.22
std22.44
cv0.966
sampleLengths
018
116
231
311
49
55
64
713
84
9101
1034
1131
1215
132
1414
157
165
1718
1837
197
2052
2192
2234
235
2449
2512
2631
2749
2816
2925
3027
3187
3212
339
343
355
367
377
3810
3924
4013
417
424
439
4418
4535
4627
4765
489
4915
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences113
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
semicolonCount1
flaggedSentences1
totalSentences140
ratio0.007
matches
0"To her left, inside a converted mahogany ticket booth, a cramped tea stall steamed with black iron kettles; silent patrons sipped dark broth from carved bone cups while passing folded vellum notes across the sill."
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1505
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"cracked white ceramic tiles"
adverbCount19
adverbRatio0.012624584717607974
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.003986710963455149
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences140
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences140
mean11.94
std7.24
cv0.606
sampleLengths
018
116
211
320
411
59
65
74
813
94
109
1118
1218
1329
1427
1517
1617
1716
186
199
202
2113
222
2314
247
255
267
2711
2815
295
3017
317
3220
3311
3421
3513
3616
3728
3835
3912
4010
418
424
435
4410
4522
4617
4712
4812
4910
100.00% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats0
diversityRatio0.65
totalSentences140
uniqueOpeners91
30.58% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences109
matches
0"Only a fresh purple smear"
ratio0.009
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount12
totalSentences109
matches
0"She dropped the token into"
1"His fingers twitched toward the"
2"She pivoted with military precision,"
3"Her fingertips brushed damp cotton."
4"She cut across the forecourt"
5"She drew her telescopic steel"
6"Her jaw tightened."
7"She checked her mobile screen."
8"She glanced at the worn"
9"She descended the spiral steps,"
10"His silver Saint Christopher medallion"
11"Her grey wool shawl slipped"
ratio0.11
100.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount63
totalSentences109
matches
0"Glass shattered across the cobbles"
1"The brass buckle sheared clean"
2"Tomás Herrera spun back against"
3"Sweat darkened his olive skin,"
4"Quinn stepped closer, grinding broken"
5"Half buried in sterile gauze"
6"Quinn crouched, keeping her gaze"
7"She dropped the token into"
8"His fingers twitched toward the"
9"Tomás kicked the rusted bin's"
10"She pivoted with military precision,"
11"Her fingertips brushed damp cotton."
12"Tomás vaulted a low brick"
13"Quinn cleared the brickwork in"
14"Neon pub signs bled crimson"
15"Tomás wove into the pavement"
16"Quinn sprinted along the kerb,"
17"She cut across the forecourt"
18"Stacks of sodden evening papers"
19"Quinn hit the corner at"
ratio0.578
45.87% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences109
matches
0"To her left, inside a"
ratio0.009
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences70
technicalSentenceCount1
matches
0"Every whispered lead since had pointed back to Soho's back rooms and unlicensed medics patching up things that avoided NHS hospitals."
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
93.6310%