Zootopia Newspaper Novels & Stories

The golden coral quivered, tiny branches chiming against stone with a barely audible tick-tick, then flared once—an aureate breath—and went still. Brooke snatched the newspaper off the table. The front page was grainy rain and siren-light—Sydney in flames. George Street littered in glass; a wolf-thing crouched atop a taxi, muzzle wet, eyes hot. Two more blurred shapes in the frame if you let your mind stop translating monsters into shadows. The caption tried and failed to domesticate it: ANIMAL ATTACKS DURING HISTORIC STORM – POLICE URGE CALM. She didn’t say names. They didn’t have any to say. Just a city full of strangers already running out of time.

“This just gets better and better.” Zane scowled at him, and he spread his hand. “Sorry, Alpha Zane, but the more these kind of details there are, the more likely they’re going to come out.” He looked at his phone and sent another link. Now we were looking at a New York Post article that said basically the same things, though with more adjectives and innuendo. Whitfield nodded. “Let’s see the comments.” “Do we have to?” I muttered and was ignored.

Joddie slumped down and sighed heavily, that girl was not going to handle that gossip well, she wished she could be there for her. ¨What is it? Who's responsible for it?¨ Jodie asked, her eyes dimming and her jaws clenched. Castro sighed,¨ it is a reporter from the Star News, she received a promotion after attaining the gossip subject, seems its big deal over there¨ , he finished and stared at Jodie for more instructions, she paced around in the room, the sound of her heels being the only sound in the entire space. Shortly, she stopped and turned to Castro, ¨prepare the jet to Denver¨, she ordered and left the room.

PAIGE FELT a knot in her stomach as she pulled the car over and saw the news vans piling up at the parking lot. Reporters and their cameramen from different sorts of media stood at the precinct lawn, preparing to bombard her with tons of intriguing questions concerning the murder case. She did not bother to think or put thought as to how they know about the case. News spread fast in this part of Leonska and the citizens are not the only ones to be blamed for. Some police make money out of selling tips and information to these sharks. And it would not surprise Paige if that had been the case for this.

The day after that was another exciting day. Hazel made it to the front page of the entertainment news, making people speculate that she was one of Jim's new favorites. Lying leisurely on the balcony of the villa by the bay, Zac put the newspaper he had just finished reading on the marble round table. With a glass of champagne in his hand, Jim leaned against the handrail and said, "I thought you were playing a game of cat and mouse around the world, but I didn't expect that you would be hiding out here."

Sunday night, it was all over the news. Just as Leesa had foreseen in her dream, zombies had attacked people in a mall in Columbus. Fortunately, the police managed to destroy the creatures before they hurt too many people. At least one of the cops had known enough to shoot for the zombie’s heads, and the other cops had followed his example. At first, the officers had tried to stop the things by pulling them away, but after one policeman got his arm ripped open by a vicious bite, the police had turned to their weapons. The wounded officer was being held under close observation at a local hospital. The media had not been allowed to see him.

The bartender glanced over to her and nodded, grabbed the remote. The reporter grew louder by the second. “They still haven’t found the animal that killed Genr Lopez here a little past 3:30 a.m. last Saturday Night. As we’ve told you, police say the body was torn to shreds, but now we hear that the zoo is denying any animals have escaped, assuring us they are on full lockdown. What was it that killed Gener Lopez that night, and are we safe?” Laurent’s voice came through the fog. “So scary.”

The link is from, The San Francisco Examiner, a local paper and Marissa's accompanying text is a simple lighthearted, "something you want to tell us, Pen?" I don't want to click on it. Whatever it is can't be good. Has Finn's company shut down? Has he been in some horrible crime? I refuse to think of what kind of crime could be headlining the Sunday edition. Marissa doesn't even read the paper, and she seems the most put out by whatever I'm about to see. I hesitate for a few seconds longer to steel myself for whatever information I'll find at the end of this message. Even if I'd like to, I can't ignore it forever.

XXX Kiran was frustrated to no end when he walked out of the Everyday News building, he had went to the chief editor with the evidences of his research yet, the editor refused to print it. "He only cares of the bloody publicity. All the freaking masala news will bring him money, they don't care what people need to know about!" Kiran hissed angrily as he stomped towards the nearby bar and ordered himself whiskey. The waiter placed the glass before him with the whiskey mixed with the soda as he had ordered. He downed around an entire bottle when he heard some boy shouting, it was crowded so he didn't see who was shouting but he heard the words. "Hey, what are you talking about?"