Run: 2026-11-11-01M75S2TNQEZ92CF3E4VCDGW6T

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Duration:
2m 23s
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$0.085918
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
Iron screeched against tarmac as the heavy green steel bin spun straight at Harlow's knees. She vaulted a low brick wall to her left, boots skidding on spilled cooking grease, and hit the alley at a dead sprint. Ahead of her, Tomás Herrera zig-zagged between stacked wooden crates, clutching a battered black leather medical bag against his chest. He moved fast for a bloke hauling ten kilos of surgical gear. Not fast enough. Harlow tucked her chin, drove her elbows back, and ate up the distance with practised military precision. Eighteen years with the Met taught you how runners broke. Amateurs sprinted until their lungs burned out on the main roads. Professionals ducked into the warren behind Camden High Street, counting on tight corners and drunken crowds to swallow them whole. Tomás vaulted a chain-link gate beside a shuttered Turkish bakery. Warm yeast and charred sugar hung thick in the air, cut sharp by diesel fumes and overflowing storm drains. Cold rain stung Harlow's sharp jaw and soaked through her closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair, plastering icy droplets to the back of her neck. Magenta light from a late-night tattoo parlour bled across the flooded cobbles, turning every pothole into a slick trap. She cleared the gate without breaking stride, landing hard on the balls of her feet. Tomás skidded left behind a derelict Victorian brewery and slid to a halt. Brick walls rose thirty feet on three sides. Razor wire crowned the canal fence to his right. Ahead stood nothing except a tall iron maintenance door set deep into a soot-stained archway, overgrown with dead ivy. Harlow slowed to a walk, blocking the alley mouth. She drew her steel baton and flicked her wrist. The shaft snapped open, solid and final. Tomás spun around, chest heaving. Rain darkened his olive skin and soaked his short curly dark brown hair. His jacket hung open, exposing a silver Saint Christopher medallion bouncing against his collarbone. Beneath a torn cuff, a pale knife scar split the dark hair along his left forearm. "Met Police. Bag on the ground, Tomás." "Detective Quinn." "You know my name. Saves me reading you the caution twice." "Silas keeps photographs behind the bar. Said a copper with a soldier's walk has been nursing soda water in Soho all month." Harlow took two measured steps forward, keeping her brown eyes locked on his hands. An hour ago, she had watched him slip out from under the green neon sign of The Raven's Nest, cradling that exact bag like a live bomb. Four transfers on the Northern Line hadn't shaken her. "Step away from the door, Tommy. Show me your palms." "I can't do that." "You lost your NHS licence two years ago. Practising without registration gets you eighteen months. Assaulting a detective gets you five years." "Someone dies tonight if I drop this bag." "Then call an ambulance." "St Mary's can't stitch what's waiting for me." Tomás reached toward the dead ivy beside the rusted doorframe. Harlow lunged. She struck low for his forearm to numb the radial nerve. Tomás pivoted with surprising grace, taking the steel baton squarely across the reinforced spine of his medical bag. Leather cracked. Glass shattered inside. He drove his shoulder into a stack of empty beer kegs, sending aluminium barrels crashing across her shins, and wrenched a hidden brass latch behind the ivy. Harlow kicked through the rolling kegs and caught the tail of his sodden jacket. Canvas ripped. Tomás twisted free, wrenched the heavy iron door inward, and threw himself into the pitch-black stairwell beyond. He slammed the door behind him. It bounced half an inch open with a dull crunch. Harlow dropped to one knee, breathing hard through her nose, and swept her torch beam over the wet bricks. A smashed thick glass vial lay wedged in the iron threshold, blocking the deadbolt. Thick black residue oozed across the sill, hissing as rainwater struck it. Bitter almonds and scorched copper stung her nostrils. Her stomach knotted. Three years ago, in a condemned Rotherhithe warehouse, that exact tarry grease had coated DS Morris's crushed ribs. Forensics had written it off as degraded dockyard lubricant before someone upstairs locked the file in a Whitehall basement. Beside the crushed glass lay two small round pale bone discs, spilled from Tomás's torn pocket. Strange geometric notches bit deep into their edges. When Harlow pinched one between her thumb and forefinger, the bone felt slick as tallow and unnaturally warm. She pocketed the disc, nudged the iron door open with her boot, and aimed her torch down the throat of the earth. "Sierra-Four-Two to Control." Static hissed from the radio clipped to her lapel. Not a weak signal. Dead air, thick and suffocating. Harlow checked the worn leather watch on her left wrist. Twenty-two minutes past midnight. Backup from Kentish Town was six minutes away if she walked back to the street. In six minutes, Tomás Herrera and whatever connected him to Morris's murder would vanish beneath London's crust. She clicked her radio off, gripped her baton, and stepped onto the rusted spiral staircase. Her boots beat a sharp click-clack against perforated cast iron before giving way to damp stone steps. The air grew heavy and stale, trading street exhaust for wet chalk and decades of trapped soot. Her torch beam swept across curved cream ceramic tiles choked with black mould. Shredded paper posters from the late eighties clung to the tunnel walls, advertising cigarettes and West End musicals long dead. Somewhere in the dark, stagnant groundwater kept a slow drip-drop rhythm against rusted rails. At the bottom of the third flight, the tunnel widened into a vast subterranean ticket hall. Harlow killed her torch and flattened her back against a tiled pillar. Warm amber light spilled across the concourse ahead. The smell of rot vanished, replaced by a dizzying fug of crushed cloves, singed fur, ozone, and wet iron. Along the sunken tracks where Northern Line trains had once rattled, dozens of patchwork tents and salvaged timber stalls crowded the platforms. Blue flames danced inside suspended brass braziers without throwing a single wisp of smoke. Near a gutted newsagent kiosk, an elderly woman in a bespoke Savile Row suit weighed dried black roots against silver coins on brass scales. Opposite her, behind velvet ropes, bell jars glowed with pale things that twitched in cloudy brine. Thirty yards past the rusted turnstiles, Tomás hurried between two canvas canopies, pressing his scarred forearm tight against his bruised ribs. Two towering wardens in ankle-length oilskin coats flanked the central gate. Every buyer who approached dropped a pale disc into a tarnished bronze bowl before pushing through the iron bars. Harlow's pulse beat a cold tick-tock in her throat. Every line of Metropolitan Police procedure screamed at her to retreat, write up the intelligence report, and return with an armed Trojan unit at dawn. She looked at the carved symbols chalked across the stone lintel above the turnstiles. A waxing lunar cycle, half-erased at the edges. Next full moon, this entire place would pack up and bleed into another forgotten hole under the city. Just like Rotherhithe. Harlow unclipped her police radio and tucked it deep inside her coat lining. She collapsed her baton, slid it up her sleeve, and pulled her collar high to hide her lanyard. She stepped out of the shadows and walked straight up to the rusted turnstile. The larger warden shifted his weight, blocking the iron bar. Up close, a milky cataract clouded his left eye, and the skin across his knuckles gleamed grey and thick as horn. "Token." Harlow didn't blink. She pulled the warm disc from her pocket and dropped it into the bronze bowl. Bone clinked against metal. The warden glanced down, grunted, and stepped aside. Harlow pressed her thighs against the cold iron bar. It groaned, rotated, and clicked shut behind her heels. She was inside. Fifteen paces ahead, Tomás stopped beside a curtained apothecary stall, glancing back toward the gate. Beneath Harlow's woollen coat, the steel warrant badge against her sternum turned white-hot. Leather sizzled. Pain seared straight through her shirt into her skin. Above the stone archway, a strung curtain of dried finger-bones rattled violently with no wind, unleashing a shrill metallic shriek that echoed down the tunnel vaults. Every blue brazier along the platform flared violent crimson. In the bronze bowl behind her, the stolen bone token cracked down the middle and spat thick green smoke. The scarred warden spun around, reaching beneath his oilskin coat. "Iron-bearer!" Across the concourse, Tomás froze, his warm brown eyes widening in terror as he spotted Harlow standing alone inside the ward line. Conversations died across forty stalls. Hooded figures turned as one, lantern light catching eyes that shone yellow in the gloom, and long curved blades scraped free of leather sheaths on every side.
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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)
wordCount1474
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)
69.47% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1474
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"flicked"
count1
1
word"measured"
count1
2
word"shattered"
count1
3
word"stomach"
count1
4
word"velvet"
count1
5
word"pulse"
count1
6
word"weight"
count1
7
word"echoed"
count1
8
word"gloom"
count1
highlights
0"flicked"
1"measured"
2"shattered"
3"stomach"
4"velvet"
5"pulse"
6"weight"
7"echoed"
8"gloom"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"stomach dropped/sank"
count1
1
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"stomach knotted"
1"hung thick in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences104
matches
0"g in terror"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences104
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences117
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen27
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1474
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions2
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
88.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions60
wordCount1371
uniqueNames28
maxNameDensity1.24
worstName"Harlow"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Harlow"
discoveredNames
Harlow17
Tomás12
Herrera2
Met1
Camden1
High1
Street1
Turkish1
Victorian1
Saint1
Christopher1
Raven1
Nest1
Northern2
Line2
Rotherhithe2
Morris2
Whitehall1
Kentish1
Town1
London1
West1
End1
Savile1
Row1
Metropolitan1
Police1
Trojan1
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Tomás"
2"Herrera"
3"Met"
4"Saint"
5"Christopher"
6"Raven"
7"Nest"
8"Line"
9"Morris"
places
0"Camden"
1"High"
2"Street"
3"Whitehall"
4"Kentish"
5"Town"
6"London"
7"West"
8"End"
globalScore0.88
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences88
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1474
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences117
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs61
mean24.16
std19.05
cv0.788
sampleLengths
015
123
235
358
471
515
613
736
825
948
107
112
1211
1322
1450
1510
164
1722
188
194
208
2110
222
2361
2414
252
2623
2710
2845
298
3040
3142
3222
333
3418
3546
3615
3781
3816
3912
4063
4140
4221
4330
4434
4543
4631
4714
4831
491
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences104
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs235
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences117
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1386
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount21
adverbRatio0.015151515151515152
lyAdverbCount6
lyAdverbRatio0.004329004329004329
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences117
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences117
mean12.6
std6.67
cv0.529
sampleLengths
015
123
220
312
43
517
610
711
820
910
1019
1123
1219
1315
1413
158
169
1719
189
199
207
215
2213
2314
2416
257
262
2711
2822
2914
3027
319
3210
334
3422
358
364
378
3810
392
4011
4118
422
433
4427
4514
462
4717
486
4910
98.86% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats1
diversityRatio0.5982905982905983
totalSentences117
uniqueOpeners70
66.67% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences100
matches
0"Somewhere in the dark, stagnant"
1"Just like Rotherhithe."
ratio0.02
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount20
totalSentences100
matches
0"She vaulted a low brick"
1"He moved fast for a"
2"She cleared the gate without"
3"She drew her steel baton"
4"His jacket hung open, exposing"
5"She struck low for his"
6"He drove his shoulder into"
7"He slammed the door behind"
8"It bounced half an inch"
9"Her stomach knotted."
10"She pocketed the disc, nudged"
11"She clicked her radio off,"
12"Her boots beat a sharp"
13"Her torch beam swept across"
14"She looked at the carved"
15"She collapsed her baton, slid"
16"She stepped out of the"
17"She pulled the warm disc"
18"It groaned, rotated, and clicked"
19"She was inside."
ratio0.2
100.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount62
totalSentences100
matches
0"Iron screeched against tarmac as"
1"She vaulted a low brick"
2"He moved fast for a"
3"Harlow tucked her chin, drove"
4"Amateurs sprinted until their lungs"
5"Professionals ducked into the warren"
6"Tomás vaulted a chain-link gate"
7"She cleared the gate without"
8"Tomás skidded left behind a"
9"Brick walls rose thirty feet"
10"Razor wire crowned the canal"
11"Harlow slowed to a walk,"
12"She drew her steel baton"
13"The shaft snapped open, solid"
14"Tomás spun around, chest heaving."
15"Rain darkened his olive skin"
16"His jacket hung open, exposing"
17"Harlow took two measured steps"
18"An hour ago, she had"
19"Tomás reached toward the dead"
ratio0.62
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences100
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences71
technicalSentenceCount3
matches
0"Opposite her, behind velvet ropes, bell jars glowed with pale things that twitched in cloudy brine."
1"Every buyer who approached dropped a pale disc into a tarnished bronze bowl before pushing through the iron bars."
2"Above the stone archway, a strung curtain of dried finger-bones rattled violently with no wind, unleashing a shrill metallic shriek that echoed down the tunnel …"
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
92.9889%