Punctuating these stories.

TASK 1:

“I click my fingers”, the deep scratchy voice says “and everyone around us
dies.” I struggle to focus on the dark imposing figure before me.
Behind there’s a crater of shattered paving, as though it has crashed
down on earth from the sky. Concrete dust coats it’s black fully-body armour,
which shimmers slightly as though in a heat haze the face is completely
masked even the eyes and mouth are hidden behind wire mesh the only
chinks in the sleek metal facade The whole being vibrates like its not
completely solid A shiver runs down my spine.

TASK 2:

Once upon a time there was a poor widow who had an only son named Jack,
and a cow named Milky White. And all they had to live on was the milk.
The milk the cow gave every morning, which they carried to the market,
and sold. But one morning Milky White gave no milk, and they didn’t know
what to do.

“What shall we do?” “What shall we do?'' the widow wringing her hands.

“Cheer up mother i’ll go and get work somewhere,” said Jack.

“We’ve tried that before, and nobody would take you” said the mother.
We must sell Milky White, and with the money start a shop.

“All right mother” said Jack. It’s market day today, and i’ll soon sell
Milky White and then we'll see what we can do. So he took the cows
halter in his hand and off he started. He hadn't gone far, when he met a funny old looking man.

“Oh you look the proper sort of chap to sell cows” said the man,
I wonder if you know how many beans make five.

“Two in each hand and one in your mouth” said Jack as sharp as a needle.

And here they are, the very beans themselves. He went on pulling
out of his pocket a number of strange looking beans. I don’t mind
doing the swap with you. “Your cow for these beans” he said.