Small bits

Usage examples of smithereens.

I flew out of bed, rushed to the window, and threw the curtains open in time to see Morty Beyers smash the alarm to smithereens with his gun butt.

But when real Spirit descends, it blasts to smithereens the mother archetype, the father archetype, and every other itty bitty finite archetypeit is coming from the other direction with the force of infinity, and not some merely past and finite evolutionary habit.

Miss Hathaway to smithereens along with Hank Bass and the rest of his gang.

The garage had been blown to smithereens, and the remaining parts had rained down over a three-house area.

Consequently, although the west wall shook and the upper third of the drawbridge was blown to smithereens, the rest of the structure survived the first hit.

The largest naval force the Chinese could handle as a unit had been knocked to smithereens by two small British warships.

Everybody Do Everything Craze that blew this town to smithereens and glued it back again.

His leg doubled under him when he landed and it musta broke to smithereens.

But when real Spirit descends, it blasts to smithereens the mother archetype, the father archetype, and every other itty bitty finite archetypeit is coming from the other direction with the force of infinity, and not some merely past and finite evolutionary habit.

I proceeded to smash materialism, rationalism, and all the philosophy of Tyndall, Helmholtz, Darwin and the rest of the 1860 people into smithereens.

The Japs did a hell of a job blowing those to smithereens on the ground.

Miracle Valley project, which I stand to come out of sitting very pretty, unless the whole ball of wax gets blown to smithereens by a bunch of trigger-happy Chicanes or cops or whatever.

He felt glad that Father Quixote had not seen her in that state, half on her side against the wall, the windscreen in smithereens, one door wrenched off its hinges, the other caved in, her tyres flattened by the bullets of the Guardia: there was no more of a future for Rocinante than for Father Quixote.

Okay, so I live behind a six-foot-high wall in an adobe mansion surrounded by spruce trees, and I got more land than twenty of those poor bastards put together, but I been dealing with them for years, I been selling and buying their land, and right now I'm tied heavily into Ladd Devine's Miracle Valley project, which I stand to come out of sitting very pretty, unless the whole ball of wax gets blown to smithereens by a bunch of trigger-happy Chicanes or cops or whatever.

On the lip of metal that had protected the timer from being blown to smithereens was a faint crescent of ridge endings, crossings, and bifurcations.