Gorillaz-Fan-Fics

Dishes are piled high in the sink; almost higher than the faucet and threatening to spill out past the draining board and fall onto the floor. Cabinet doors are discoloured and dirty, a few of them with dark brown marks that look almost as if a child has dipped its fingers into tomato sauce and dragged them down its surface. The smell from the overflowing garbage bin, which is sitting in the corner, is so strong that not even the rats dare to go near it. Obviously someone hasn’t been keeping up with their side of the maintenance. The sound of a key slipping into the front door and the muffled sound of someone struggling to pull it open,

Dreams aren't bad, a little mad. I love the girl, but god only knows it. What are we going to do? ____________________________________________________[ Downtown, London ]  Despite the sunny rays that bleached the water plagued streets of London, there was an ominous air that loomed over Gorillaz as they ventured throughout the downtown area. They stalked the streets in silence among one another, ignoring the occasional fan that passed by demanding autographs and a match of excitement in meeting their idols. Clad in sleeveless shirts and airy wear, they headed down to tour the many pubs that dotted the corners of each street; searching

Waking before lunch, Stuart pulls his pillow down harder into his shoulder and snuggles against it with a contented sigh. The pain in his head has now receded and overall he feels much better. For the moment he isn't really interested in going anywhere and is far too comfortable to even think about it anyway. So reaching behind him he grabs his duvet and pulls it around his body, scooting back into its warmth, until he looks like a giant blue haired sausage roll. With just a brief look up at his clock he sees that it has just gone past 11:30. Which means that he can actually catch a few more “Z's” before lunch if he can get himself

Stepping up onto the side rails of the treadmill, Noodle huffs out softly and reaches for her bottle of water. Since coming to the house here at Wobble Street, her mind has wandered back to the nightmarish world of Hell. All that she had had to do to escape it, and from the moment  she had found herself back with her band mates, her determination to never again to set foot back there which  has driven her need to be stronger and faster off the mark. A few times she had almost been overwhelmed by the dark forces; Reminding her that underneath all the science and genetic-engineering, which has robbed her of a simple life, is a little girl that

Before we begin, here’s a list to help those that may need it to understand this small conversational story... Alligator – Later.   Brown bread – Dead.   Cain and Abel – Table.   Currant bun – Sun.   Fisherman’s daughter – Water. Fork and knife – Life. Nanny goat – Boat. North and south – Mouth. Richard the third – Bird. Rory O’More – Door. Trouble and strife – Wife. ---- Murdoc walks into the kitchen and almost instantly comes to a stop. Seeing Stuart standing by the sink looking even more confused than usual, he considers maybe backing up and search

The next morning, the three men are sitting in the studio kitchen, Murdoc watching in fascination as Russel is trying to explain to 2D what the 'Hip Hop Machine is. He leans back heavily on his chair, swaying it back and forth, in a way only half listening, but finding the whole scenario very amusing. It's been some time since he put the ad in the NME magazine, and he had become a little impatient. Suddenly there is a knock on the door making all three men look up furrowing their brows. Murdoc looks over at Russel and 2D and becomes annoyed that they are both looking hard at him, as if expecting him to go to the door and answer it. He growls