I did more than that. I completely deleted "The Cracked Pearl" as well. Maybe this should go in the writing general or even /hmofa/ on trash but this was the first time it seems that anyone even noticed. Which to me means that I ultimately made the right decision.
The stories aren't gone, I didn't delete them or anything like that. They've just been unlisted. If you have the links (which are still in the general story list on /hmofa/) than you can still read them. They won't be going anywhere.
At the moment I feel that I need to move on from the general, at least for now. Writing stuff for an audience that really, and I mean REALLY loved what I wrote gave me such a huge drive to write for this small little audience of maybe a hundred people. The problem is that I like my work a little too much and know that with a lot of retooling I can put at least one or two of those stories out for publishing. Hence why these "draft zeroes" in a sense have been hidden from public eye.
When I first got the immense critical reception from "Underneath the Armor", it was better than any liquor I ever drank or kinky sex I ever had. It gave me a feeling of gratitude to try and write something even better, to give the audience that had given me such a huge confidence boost, something that was beyond a good read, but a great read that hit me emotionally as well. I know I sound very pompous saying this, but when I still read, or think about the ending to Amaroq, or even when I listen to the music I had on when I was writing it at the time, I still get very upset and emotional. As such I've made it a goal to someday get that work published (with a different name, and definitely no anthros, and a lot of redrafting) and dedicate it to my parents. In just trying to write something that I thought this small audience would like, I accidentally wrote something that is much more meaningful to me. Oops.
Over time I began relying too much on that dopamine hit from someone saying something good about my work and now I feel stifled by writing only for a small board on the internet. It isn't enough for me and I know that if I just kept it up, I wouldn't be happy. This all culminated in my last project "The Cracked Pearl" being given lukewarm reception. Not only have I moved on from the board, it seems its moved on from me-and that's all right by the way. People seem to really like the new writers when the board isn't devolving into 300 shitposts and accusations. I recently read Crocodile Comfort and I really like it.
Another things was that "The Cracked Pearl" was moving away from a traditional /hmofa/ story and in general is just the story of a person who also happened to bang a milf dragon and a big titty moth gf along the way. I'm still writing the story and I know it's going to be a killer. But the fact of the matter is for the audience to get to the relationship and lewds they'll have to go through 50k+ of fantasy adventure where the main character is still a young teenager with no romantic inclinations towards the rest of his friends. Very few people will put up with that and I should have recognized that sooner. I deleted it because I never want to keep something uploaded that I have no intention finishing and blue-balling a reader. It happened to me enough times to really hate it.