Not in Kansas
Alone, transported to an unfamiliar world after . Where do we go from here?
Chapter 1
by 
Danzash
Well, here you are.
Alone. In complete darkness.
Left here, wherever here is, to contemplate how your life went, what could have been, the what ifs. Not sure if you'll stay here for a few hours, or spend the rest of your eternity in oblivion, slowly being driven mad by nothingness.
Where is this place, anyway? Is it a purgatory? A final resting place for people who had committed enough sins to be condemned to Hell, but had done enough good deeds to be placed into Heaven, and couldn't be put into either? Or are you your own consciousness, trapped in your own brain until your blood stopped flowing, and your brain decayed enough to the point where your neurons stopped firing?
Well shit, that was a tad depressing, but either way you don't have any way of knowing where you are, and the only thing you can do is to think and talk to yourself until something happened.
...
Weirdly enough, you can't recall your name. Or your gender. Or anything about yourself, really. Trying to think about it makes your, er, "head" hurt. Which was weird in itself because if you try to "look" around you, you can't even see yourself. No hands, no legs, no torso. But the sensation of moving an arm and a leg is still there, even though if you try to rub your hands together, either nothing happens or they pass through each other, assuming they existed and assuming you could see, which right now you can't.
Any further attempts to recall details about yourself end up in a headache with your nonexistent head, though you feel like you can push past the pain and reach for the memories. Deciding to try for one last time, you "brace" yourself, and try again.