Rip to bits

Usage examples of shred.

Hiawatha Smote amain the hollow oak-tree, Rent it into shreds and splinters, Left it lying there in fragments.

That told Ariel what she needed to know: the few shredded memories of home to survive her amnemonic plague were still accurate.

Noetic shreds, arkose shards, biotite fragments tumbling and grinding in a dry breccia slurry.

May, 2002, giving the gist of the above and also commenting that it was all a result of baseless hysteria, and there had never been a shred of evidence that insulating buildings with asbestos was harmful to health.

When ready to serve, arrange the cups on shredded lettuce and fill with cooked asparagus tips, cold and mixed with mayonnaise or French dressing, as desired.

It was all I could do to tear my eyes off Asteria, who sat panting on the ground, ripping at the shreds of the long robe entangling her neck and legs.

The frenzied animal continued its attack, sequentially shredding and avulsing all four extremities of the almost headless torso.

Thus, his first battle had been like all the others, a blindsided slaughter in these hills, shredded by artillery that they could never reach and he and his fellow Kessentai pecked at by snipers that were impossible to distinguish through the mass of fire.

Mrs Possum bit him savagely and naughty Blinky at once kicked her, scratching and ripping her best hat to shreds.

The swirl grew longer and thinner as it spun and shreds threw off it, but Barnabas did not stop screaming until the darkness had faded into the blueness completely.

Stir it up, thicken the chili a little with the guar or xanthan if you think it needs it, and serve with sour cream, shredded cheese, and chopped cilantro on top.

So he put on every shred of shirt and cotte he had, and two pairs of pants, and made for the roofs again.

Father Balbi looked like a peasant, but he was in better condition than I, his clothes were not torn to shreds or covered with blood, his red flannel waistcoat and purple breeches were intact, while my figure could only inspire pity or terror, so bloodstained and tattered was I.

The gunslinger caught it, tossed it to Cullum, then went to the fireplace and dropped the last shred of his cigarette onto the little pile of logs stacked on the grate.

The bullets rattled out, their thunder shredding the air, and the defaulter twitched backwards, his uniform tearing and his skin rupturing.