name = input('What Story do you want to read you have the option between Horror, Action, Fantasy and Comedy: ')

if name == 'Horror' :
    print("Here is a nice Horror Story for you. In the heart of a desolate forest stood a lone cabin, its wooden facade weathered and worn by time. Legends whispered through the dense foliage, tales of a dark past that clung to the very air around it. Few dared to tread near, for fear of awakening the dormant evil that lay within. On a moonless night, as the forest whispered its eerie lullabies, a group of friends set out on an ill-fated adventure. Driven by youthful curiosity and a thirst for thrills, they sought to unravel the mysteries that shrouded the old cabin. As they approached, the air grew thick with an unnatural chill, and the rustling of leaves seemed to echo with ominous intent. Ignoring the warnings of caution, they pushed forward, drawn inexorably towards the looming silhouette of the cabin. Upon crossing the threshold, they were greeted by an oppressive darkness that enveloped them like a suffocating shroud. Their footsteps echoed hollowly against the creaking floorboards, each sound a harbinger of dread. As they ventured deeper into the bowels of the cabin, their senses were assaulted by the stench of decay and the whispers of unseen entities. Shadows danced malevolently in the dim light, twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes that seemed to leer at their intrusion. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the eerie silence, reverberating through the walls with a chilling intensity. Panic-stricken, they stumbled blindly through the labyrinthine corridors, pursued by unseen horrors that lurked in the darkness. With each passing moment, their sanity slipped further into the abyss, consumed by the insidious malevolence that permeated the very essence of the cabin. Reality twisted and warped, merging with the nightmares that haunted their deepest fears. In the end, only echoes remained, whispers of a tale long forgotten, buried beneath layers of time and trepidation. The cabin stood silent once more, its secrets hidden in the shadows, waiting patiently for the next unsuspecting soul to wander into its grasp. And so the legend lived on, a cautionary tale of folly and despair, etched into the annals of the forest's darkest secrets, waiting to ensnare those who dared to seek what lay beyond the veil of sanity.")

elif name == 'Action' :
    print('Here is a nice Action Story for you. In the depths of an ancient forest, where the foliage entwines like a labyrinth and whispers carry the weight of secrets, a lone figure emerged from the shadows. His name was Aiden, a seasoned warrior with eyes like steel and a heart tempered by battles long past. Aiden had roamed these woods for years, seeking redemption for a past he could never forget. His sword, a relic of forgotten wars, gleamed with memories of triumph and tragedy. One fateful night, as the moon hung low and the stars blinked like distant beacons, a cry shattered the tranquil air. A village, nestled within the embrace of the forest, was under siege by a horde of marauders. Without hesitation, Aiden sprinted towards the source of the chaos. As he reached the villages edge, he beheld a scene of devastation. Buildings burned like funeral pyres, and the clash of steel echoed through the night. Determined to defend the innocent, Aiden charged into battle. With each swing of his blade, Aiden carved a path through the enemy ranks, his movements a symphony of precision and fury. The villagers, emboldened by his courage, fought with newfound resolve, their cries mingling with the clash of steel. But amidst the chaos, Aiden sensed a darker presence lurking in the shadows. A figure cloaked in black, wielding a blade that seemed to drink the very light around it. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, and Aiden felt a chill run down his spine. With a sudden burst of speed, the mysterious assailant lunged towards Aiden, their blades meeting in a shower of sparks. Each strike was a test of skill and will, as they danced across the battlefield like avatars of war. As dawn broke on the horizon, the battle reached its climax. With a final, desperate thrust, Aiden disarmed his foe, their blade clattering to the ground. As the morning sun bathed the forest in golden light, the mysterious assailant removed their hood, revealing a face haunted by sorrow. In that moment, Aiden saw a reflection of his own pain, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is still light to be found. With a silent nod of understanding, he offered his hand to his former foe, a gesture of forgiveness and redemption. And so, as the echoes of battle faded into memory, Aiden returned to the shadows, his journey far from over but his resolve unbroken. For in the heart of the forest, where the shadows dance and the echoes of valor ring true, a warriors tale is never truly at an end.')

elif name == 'Fantasy' :
    print('Here is a nice Fantasy Story for you. Once upon a time, in the enchanted realm of Eldoria, nestled amidst towering mountains and lush forests, there existed a mystical city known as Lumina. Lumina was not just any ordinary city; it was a beacon of magic and wonder, where beings of all shapes and sizes coexisted in harmony. At the heart of Lumina stood the Tower of Aether, a magnificent structure that shimmered with a mesmerizing glow, said to be imbued with the purest form of magic. Within the tower dwelled the Council of Elders, wise sorcerers and sages who safeguarded the balance of magic in Eldoria. In the outskirts of Lumina, in a quaint cottage nestled among the whispering trees, lived a young orphan named Alara. She possessed a rare gift—a deep connection to nature and the elements. Despite her humble origins, Alara harbored dreams of becoming a renowned mage, harnessing the magic that flowed through the land. One fateful evening, as the stars twinkled in the indigo sky, Alara stumbled upon an ancient tome hidden within the depths of the forest. Bound in faded leather and adorned with arcane symbols, the book beckoned to her with an irresistible allure. With trembling hands, Alara opened the tome, and words of forgotten spells danced across its pages like ethereal wisps. Guided by an insatiable thirst for knowledge, she delved into the mysteries of magic, unlocking secrets that had long been lost to time. As Alaras powers grew, whispers of her prodigious talent spread throughout Lumina, reaching the ears of the Council of Elders. Intrigued by the young mages potential, they extended an invitation for her to train within the hallowed halls of the Tower of Aether. Overwhelmed with gratitude and excitement, Alara accepted the offer, embarking on a journey that would forever alter the course of her destiny. Within the towers labyrinthine corridors, she honed her skills under the tutelage of the Council of Elders, mastering spells of fire and ice, of healing and protection. But amidst the tranquility of her newfound home, a shadow loomed on the horizon. Dark whispers spoke of an ancient evil stirring in the depths of Eldoria—a malevolent force known only as the Void. Determined to safeguard her homeland from this encroaching darkness, Alara embarked on a perilous quest, venturing across the sprawling landscapes of Eldoria in search of allies and artifacts that could aid in the battle against the Void. With each step she took, Alara grew stronger, her courage tempered by the trials she faced and the friendships she forged along the way. And as the forces of light and darkness clashed in a cataclysmic showdown, it was Alara, the orphan turned mage, who stood at the forefront, wielding the magic of Lumina against the encroaching tide of oblivion. In the end, it was not just her mastery of spells or the strength of her magic that saved Eldoria, but the purity of her heart and the unwavering determination to protect all that she held dear. And so, with the dawn of a new era, Alara emerged as a symbol of hope and resilience—a true heroine of Eldorias fantastical tale.')

elif name == 'Comedy' :
    print('Here is a nice Comedy Story for you. Bob was an ordinary guy with an extraordinary problem - he had a talking dog named Max. Max wasnt your typical dog who barked at squirrels and chased his tail; instead, he had a sharp wit and a penchant for sarcasm. One sunny afternoon, Bob and Max decided to take a stroll in the park. As they meandered along the winding paths, Max couldnt resist making witty remarks about the people they passed. Bob, trying to keep a straight face, chuckled nervously, hoping no one overheard. Suddenly, they stumbled upon a group of elderly ladies sitting on a bench, knitting and gossiping. Max, ever the troublemaker, decided it was the perfect opportunity for some mischief. "Hey, Bob," Max whispered slyly, "watch this." With a mischievous glint in his eye, Max trotted over to the ladies and, in a surprisingly articulate voice, exclaimed, "Greetings, lovely ladies! I couldnt help but notice your impeccable knitting skills. Care to teach this old dog some new tricks?" The ladies, taken aback by the talking dog, gasped in surprise and delight. They showered Max with affection, cooing over him and offering him treats. Bob, trying to contain his laughter, pretended to scold Max while secretly reveling in the chaos his furry friend had caused. As they continued their walk, Bob couldnt help but marvel at the absurdity of his situation. Who would have thought that a simple trip to the park would turn into a comedy of errors thanks to a talking dog? From that day on, Bob and Max became the talk of the town. People would flock to the park just to catch a glimpse of the infamous duo - the ordinary guy and his extraordinary, wisecracking canine companion. And as they basked in their newfound fame, Bob couldnt help but feel grateful for the unexpected adventures that life had thrown his way. After all, who needs ordinary when youve got a talking dog by your side? Together, they would embark on many more misadventures, each one more hilarious than the last. And through it all, Bob knew one thing for certain - life with Max was anything but boring. After all, as Max would say with a wink and a grin, "Who let the dogs out? Oh, thats right. It was me!" And with that, they would laugh and laugh, reveling in the joy of their absurdly wonderful friendship.')