I wasn't sure I could come up with a Six Sentence Story to this week's prompt ("Axe"), and then it came to me:
The blade's shiny surface had not always been so pristine--to the contrary, it had seen both the bright crimson of fresh blood, as well as the darker burgundy of dried blood. Many men had been felled by its swing. The owner of the axe had been blood-thirsty, but that thirst had left him once he learned a more peaceful way. Still, the man worried that the proximity of the tool might pull him back to his hard-hearted ways. In an act of faith, he decided upon a desperate measure: he dug a deep hole in the ground, and buried his weapon of war. Never again would he kill another man.
(As I have mentioned before, I struggle with fiction. The inspiration for this Six Sentence Story is found here.)
Thanks for peace.